Preceded by the sound of heavy boots on the metal surface of the space station, Ricky Danes walks through the hall of the recruitment centre. As he walks toward the desk, he sighs when he sees how many recruits are already there waiting.
The young man behind the desk looks at Danes uncomfortably. Standing in front of him is a man in his early thirties, 5 feet tall and athletically built. He's completely dressed in black, with a belt around his waist where an old P7R laser gun is holstered. Danes lays his hands down on the fairly high desk and folds them, the young man slightly recoils backwards.
"Can I help you , sir? " says the young man.
Danes nods. "I'm here to be enlisted."
The young man turns to the left and uses a console to begin a neural net transmission "Ah, yes, of course, I will upload a form to your neural net."
Ricky reaches for a device in his right ear while the young man asks him: "If you don't mind me asking, sir, why do you want the BAF?"
Danes stares into the distance as he is focussing on the neural imaging coming from the neural net device in his ear. He frowns with his left eyebrow and says curtly: "Call it revenge."
The young man looks surprised as Danes turns around immediately and makes his way back, down the hall he came from. The sound of his boots hitting the metal fades away.. a recruit coughs somewhere in the back of the room.
