A man walks in the room. "Is this the BAF recruiting office?"
"Yes, Name?"
"Moritz Karlson"
"Ok Mr.Karlson, take a form and fill it."
Personal Profile:
Name: Moritz Karlson
Home planet: Leeds
Age: 28
Eye color: Black
Hair Color: White
Length 1,79m.
Weigth 84 kg.
Personal story:
The father: the Lawyer, worked in New London. It is killed by pilots Kusari near outpost Glasgow during a business trip there.
Mother: the Housewife, lives on planet Leeds, after the beginning of war with Kusari has gone to work in military hospital.
Moritz (never I love if me name by name, I would prefer that to me addressed Mr. Karlson or it is simple Karlson) After the college termination to Cambridge has gone to work as the lawyer on the native planet Leeds, I worked in firm of the father. So I have worked some years then war with Kusari has begun, but I was not while is called on military service.
After death of the father, induced by feeling to sweep, rage and as sincere experience for the further destiny of Bretonii (after all my father has been killed not where that far, and in Leeds, in our native system) I have accepted the final decision to register in Royal Fleet.
