"What? Eh?" The Recruitment Officer sits up in his chair with a start as his sleep is interrupted by the slap of files onto his desk and the secretary bustles out of his office at the back of the Recruitment Centre.
He sees the application details from Noel Oliver.
"Note to self!" He shouts, and his personal notebook springs into digital life awaiting his next statement...
"Get the lock on that bloody door fixed!"
He scans the application and authorises the enlistment of the new Ensign.
"Well, if he wanted in so bloody bad he couldn't read the 'Closed' sign, then he probably would be made of stern enough stuff to take on the Kusari and all the other sodding invaders of Bretonian space!"
The notebook beeped as it completed the authorisation and he read that it had added his extra comment. He deleted it with a sigh, and sat back in his chair. Why were the notebooks so stupid these days? He had heard the Kusari ones were smaller, faster and more intelligent.
"Haha - heard that about their women, too!" He laughed again and drifted back off into sleep, remembering a small, fast Bretonian girl he'd met many years ago......."
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