Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Dieter Schprokets]

"Son", began the recruitment officer, addressing young Karlson. "The Psychological Evaluators will tell you that rage has no place in the cockpit."

He leaned forward.

"But I'll tell ya somethin. They are bloody dead wrong. Rage brings a lot of people through that door. The ones who are committed."

He pointed at his legs. Or rather, the stumps thereof.

He continued, as he finished the forms and handed them back, "So when they ask you about your anger, lie. Tell 'em you're all love and puppy kisses, or they'll put you in a bloody repair ship."

He dismissed the new Ensign with a final request.

"Kill a few for me, son."

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