A relatively young man standing approximately six foot stares up in to the New London sky seeing the Clydesdale Freighter which brought him from California Minor lifting off from the New London Spaceport docking pad D. Turning he lifted his space sack which contained all his belongings. He pulled out a small folded flyer 'Bretonia wants you join your house's army' Surveying the bottom of the flyer he headed to the specified location.
After waiting in a long line he moved to an empty desk with a middle aged gentlemen sitting with a pen in his right hand writing something on a pile of papers. After a short while he asked 'Name?'
'William Howard' The man replied.
'Planet of origin?' The recruitment officer enquired.
'Planet New London' William Howard replied.
'Age?' The recruitment officer asked.
'23' William Howard replied.
'How would you rate your fighter piloting skills out of 10' The recruitment officer asked.
'Hmm' Pausing for a brief moment then William continued '4-5 out of 10, not a great pilot but not exceptionally bad either.'
'Right', he paused to write something down then asked 'Finally why do you want to join the Bretonian Armed Forces.'
'Sir, I wish to fight for Bretonia to drive off all those who seek her destruction, I will hope to do my part to bring the fight to that rat hole Jien Kogen call a palace. I swear to you that Kusari will regret picking a fight with Bretonia, and make him wish that... that filthy vermin Kogen kept his little fist inside a pocket rather then waving it about the place. For too long they have stood and pushed us around we need to start to push back all these filth and avenge all those who have already fallen civilian and military alike.'
'Hmm right thank you we will be in touch' the recruitment officer replied to the previous outburst from William who simply nodded in reply and proceeded out the building.
