Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

A middle aged man enters the recruitment station and walks over to an application desk. Picking up the application the man proceeded to sit down at a near-by table, pulling out a pen he began filling out the application.

Name: Austin Goodman
Age: 27
Planet/Station of Birth: London City, New London
Reasons for Joining: To help stop the Corsair push in Cambridge, and to end this blasted war with Kusari.
Background Information: Went to flight school at Cambridge University, and Passed. Hates piloting Very Heavy Fighters, Heavy Fighters, and Bombers. Speed Aggression Surprise is his style of fighting. Get in, get out.
Piloting Skills: Great in a Light Fighter, crappy in Heavy Fighters and above.
Combat Experience: None on a Military Level. Helps in Local defense against Mollys'

Austin Goodman stood up and looked around the recruitment center, Seems busy today. he thought as members of the Armed Forces and waiting to be enlisted milled around. Shaking his head he walked over and placed the application on the counter in front of the Recruitment officer, who in return, looked up at Austin as if he was insane. "I would like to join the Bretonian Armed Forces." Austin said pushing the application forwards.

The Recruitment Officer nodded and took the Application. "I'll have to set this by my superiors." She replied getting up and leaving the area. Austin sighed and walked over to the lounge and sat down.

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