Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Omi]

The doors into the recruitment office swung open, and a long-haired, tall young man steps through into the office. He looks around, taking in his surroundings with his sharp eyes, then looks at the recruitment officer.
"Excuse me, is this where I sign up for the Bretonian Armed Forces?" he asked.
The officer looks up from his massive paperwork stack with an irritated expression.
"Yes, yes, just fill this in now," he snaps, sliding a form over to him.
The man stares at the officer for another second, then sits down, pulls out a pen and begins to write.

Name: Elliot Tyler
Age: 23
Place of birth: London City, Planet New London
Describe briefly your reasons for joining: Well, I got some basic combat experience on the simulators, and then I applied to fly an escort fighter for Gateway. I scored well in the tests, and progressed through to active duty. However, it wasn't all it was made out to be. The pay was terrible, the ships were out-of-date and pirate attacks just kept getting frequenter. On one of my escort runs, a Molly force of about six fighters attacked our convoy of two trains and three escort fighters, including me. The Molly hardware was superior to our own, and though we took down four of them, the other two destroyed the convoy and us three escorts, leaving us floating in space. Cursing, I decided that when I got back planetside I would join up to the Armed Forces where I could make a real difference, instead of flying escort for some diamonds or whatnot in a rustbucket Startracker.

The man puts his pen down, stands and smoothly places the sheet on top of the stack of paperwork, sweeping round and out of the building. He didn't much like that recruitment officer.

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