The man bursts into the recruitment office, looking hurried. Shouts are coming from down the street.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Just thought I'd drop off this application. You can reach me at the Creed Hotel, room 334."
Upon shooting the officer a hopeful look, the man lays some forms on the desk.
"Again, I'm extremely sorry."
The man rushes out the door at top speed, with the shouts continuing outside.
The forms read as follows:
* Name: Max Ferron
* Age: 22
* Previous Jobs: Zoner escort and patrol
* Education: Freeport 5 Education Program, Self-taught pilot
* Brief Biography:
I grew up on Freeport 5, doing odds and ends Zoner jobs while enrolled in the education program. My parents were both adamant in trying to keep me out of House space, for whatever reason. I've been a pilot since I was very young, flying odds and ends missions in Omega 41.
Things took a turn for the worse, however, when the Nomad showed up. The pirate war was bad enough - but never had they actively attacked Zoners. The day my parents died - they were on patrol near the Omicron Gamma jump hole - was the day that I decided to leave. I fled Omega-41 for Cambridge to escape Edge World life.
So now I'm here, in House Bretonia, looking for a job.
* Reasons for joining:
I've never learned much of House life, but I have heard horror stories of what occurs in Kusari. It seems a worthy cause to fight them. I'll admit, I have no personal ties to Bretonia, but then again I have no reason to defect. Money isn't an issue for me - I'd like to join the cause because it seems like something worth fighting for - besides my interest in finally learning something of House life.
