Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[bluntpencil2001]

The clerk at the desk, a pretty, if boring, young lady, looked at Hieggen and sighed, shaking her head.

"Good luck," she said, adding a whispered, "you'll need it..."

He was then led into the recruitment office to meet Admiral Andrews, and was immediately hit by the stench of strong liquor and narrowly missed by a laser bolt from a smoking pistol in the unkempt recruiter's hands.

"Argh! Dammit, they sent ninjas after me! Give up and explain yourself, you rice poisoning bastard!"

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