Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

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The recruitment officer on duty was nearly finishing the paperwork for the day when another knock came from the door. "Come in" he said with a sigh.

The man opened the door and started walking to the officer's desk. 'Great. Another wet behind the ears civilian.' the officer mused. "Interested in joining the BAF, civilian?"
"Yes sir!" the man replied.
"Well, here's the form, please fill it in and hand it back to me when completed."
The man took the clipboard and headed to the only other chair in the room to start filling it in.

Name: Jay Clark
Age: 22
Birthplace: Leeds
Ship (if any): Hawk
Combat experience (if any): A little
Describe Briefly your reasons for joining:
My parents were both BMM employees and made a living working on Stokes Mining Station, enough to give me a decent education on Leeds. I was studying engineering, but before I could finish my degree those Kusari dogs invaded. Both my parents were onboard Stokes when they arrived, and were killed in the takeover.
I was horrified that those Kusari would be so brutal, my parents were civilians! I decided to pool my remaining money and buy whatever ship I could (alas, it was a Starflier) and flew myself and some friends to planet Erie, Pennsylvania system, because we'd heard that they were very friendly to refugees there.
After getting there, I realized that my hate for Kusari was still very much alive, and I needed to get it out. I traded a bit, mined a bit, and finally made enough money to buy myself a decent civilian fighter. I came back in my new Hawk, but realized that freelancing against an entire Navy was suicide, and saw that the BAF was my best choice for avenging my parents and pushing the Kusari back out of my home.


Jay stood up and handed the clipboard to the officer. "Here it is, Sir."
"Thanks" the officer replied, taking the information and looking it over. "A Hawk you say, and with a little combat experience? Care to elaborate?"
"Well, it was the best civilian fighter I could find, and I needed to protect myself flying back here from Liberty space." Jay said. "As for the combat experience, I'm not anywhere near military good, but I can handle a those packs of 3 Bloodhounds when the tradelanes get disrupted without needing any bats, much less bots."

"Alright, then this looks in order" the officer said, scribbling some notes on the form. "Have a good day, we'll let you know if you're accepted."

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