A young, large man in a suit entered the BAF Recruitment Centre. Apart from the couple (dozen) of kilos he should loose, Jack Harkness looked quite normal : no beard, short black hair, brown eyes...
He approched the only BAF member in the room in quite a relaxed way, as if he didn't really care.
"What can I do for you, young man ?" the Recruiting Officer asked.
"Well, I'm looking for my kitten, he's left the house. No, seriously, I'm here to apply, doesn't it seem obvious ?" Jark replied.
"You're funny. I like that - as a civilian. However, I'm on duty, and I shall not accept this." the Recruiting Officer said, angrily.
"My bad" Jack said. "It won't happen again"
"Good. So, you wanna join the Bretonian Armed Forced. Why's that ?"
"Well, I'm Bretonian. If I can make money helping my country, then it's a win-win, don't you think ?" Jack replied, confident.
"You're straightforward. That's good. A lot of people come here, saying they wanna fight for Bretonia, while they're only seeking money. You have to guts to say that you want both. Do you have any expecience in fighting ?" the Recruiting Officer asked.
"Well, on the way here, I met a little group of Mollys. I told them I was headed to the BAF Recruitment Centre. They told me they wouldn't let me. Yet, here I am" Jack replied, proud of what he had done, and the way he put it.
"Good ! That's the spirit ! Can I see your ID, please ?"
"Sure"
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First name : Jack.
Last name : Harkness.
Date of birth : October the 4th, 793 AS.
Place of birth : New London.
Nationality : Bretonian.
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"Everything seems to be in order. You'll be contacted in a couple of days. Until then, don't do anything foolish. Got it ?" the Recruiting Officer said.
"Sure, no problem." Jack said. "See you !"
"You're not in the BAF yet, but try to show more respect towards us in the future." the recruiter said. "Oh well, anyway... See you, Jack !"
