"Um...excuse me, sir, but is this the place to apply for the BAF?"
"Yes, it is. where is your application form?"
man scuffles around his pockets, but finds it and hands it in.
Name: James Peterson
age :24
purpose of signing up : I recieved my drafting letter yesterday, and after reading it, I felt it was my duty to protect my homeland from the Gallics
S,K.Y.P.3 protocols :narrajayanth1212
building date of vessel: not yet built, depends upon being recruited.
background:
born in Planet Cambridge in 797 a.s., James was the son of a proffesor in Cambridge university, Professor Arthur Peterson, and his wife Aurora Peterson. Growing up in a comfortable lifestyle, James was very studious, but combat related subjects interested him most. Every evening, he would take a Detroit Learners shotgun and head for the local gun range.
Having grown up in a disciplined and gentle society, he also exhibited those qualities. After completing his studies, he began to look for work. that was day before yesterday.
Reaching New London, he had seen some of the recruitment posters. He had been hired by the IMG to escort a group of miners upto aHolman outpost and returned. he was issued IMG papers temporarily. He did not understand. why would he need those papers?
taking a jump hole route, His convoy sped towards Planet leeds, now totally d3stroyed. James was shock3d. to add to his surprise, a bretonian civilian ship arrived, and was hunted down lik3 a dog. He was angered and depressed. but the drafting lettet saved him. He decided to give his life fighting for the nation
