Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Tarrant5445]

A tall man with a neatly trimmed goatee, medium length blonde hair enters the room his face baring minor tell tail scars his nose slightly askew evidence of breakage an poor healing his overall appearance of a man who hasn't eaten well in months. A briefcase in his hand as he marched towards the reception desk he noticed that this time the receptionist whom he had seen many months ago was looking much more proffessional as she raised her head from her work with surprise in her eyes at the man before her. Her distasteful habit of reading a magazine had obviously become a thing of the past as the large pile of paper work sitting upon her desk must have been the cure for such an inapropriate use of time an resources.

"Lord Tarrant" her words faltering in shock "Mon.. Months... You... you were shot down, presumed captured and killed in action."

Tarrant locked gaze with the receptionist his amusement at her an the pain of memories of recent months carefully masked behind as he replied in his crisp posh accent, "Dead an back again my lady Dead an back again as you can see I'm very much alive." he gestured to himself with one hand as he brought his briefcase up onto the reception desk were he withdrew a sealed letter his crest neatly implanted in red seal wax.

"If you will promptly make sure Admiral Cromwell receives this letter with all due haste I will be most pleased with your efforts. An I advise against your sneaking a peak into the contents of the letter it would be in the best interest of your safety an any other person but the admiral one can't be to careful with security it would seem these days or safety of the nobility I would hate to know what might come of our people without our guidance if the Kusari dogs manage to kidnap an torture anymore of us." The receptionist seemed taken aback by Tarrants blunt manner he had been extremely polite an reserved on his last minute while Tarrant himself seemed to shake his head as if to remove distateful an pained memories.


The receptionist replied curtly but with respect, "Yes my Lord I will see to this letter at once."
Tarrant closed his briefcase his face returning to its polite an warmer resemblance of years gone by, "I think that will be all for today thanks for your assistance. You know how to deal with this matter?"
"You were not here I didn't see you you an the letter do not exist."
Tarrant grinned, "You are indeed an asset to the ground staff they have obviously started training everyone thoroughly in the offices oh capital. I will be off now stay safe this is a time of war."

The hiss of the doors to the building opened an five people in civilian attire entered the receptionist winked, "Good Day to you citizen, I'm very sorry but we don't accept beggars at our establishment you will have to clean yourself up before I will speak to you in an official capacity."
Tarrants face went impassive as he nodded turning an impressed upon his appearance of being gaunt an left the building amused as he thought to himself that would probably be the only time the receptionist would ever get a chance to mock nobility in public an get away with it so smoothly well good for her the lights are on an someone is home.

.............................................. Letter....................................
To Admiral Cromwell

I wish to return to my role active duty which I had initiated three months ago
My sincere apologies for my dissapearance I have been in the lovely clutches of a kusari brig their hospitality leaves something to be desired with the ceremonial torture an starvation. I must admit I was not the only member of the aristocracy to be present it would seem the Kusari dogs have aquired a taste for the nobility. Which leaves me to other important matters it would appear we have a spy issue yet they might have been bounty hunters on planet Leads while I was stationed their I was confronted by two assailants one of which came from behind an promptly drugged me. While in there little hell hole I have not broken under torture an was saved from the clutches of death which the Dogs presumed they could put me to by well we will just say that as being part of the nobility one knows certain people of a covert nature who brought me to a secret location were I have been partially restored to health and made important arrangements in regard to my family especially my daughter being surreticiously removed from Cambridge as a civilian on a trade ship she is safely bound for liberty with refugees under a false name of Lafiel Araluen. I have also put more personal resources in the catering for an transport of refugees from the front out of the Leeds system. Do you think it neccessary at this point in time for a planet wide evacuation of Leeds as civilians have a nasty habit of getting massacred on front line an those kusari dogs seem to like the blood of innocents.

If I may I would request that I am sent to the front, reshipped an rearmed potentially if it would suit my safety better under a false name.

Regards

Lord Sebastian Araluen Tarrant

//(would apreciate a direct Pm as well on a course of action an you guys decision) Ok officially what has occured my net got knocked out for a few months and I have only just managed to restore it. in this time i've been unable to contact you an the obvious after a month ones account is terminated. Request to be refitted resetup know Im a lil rusty but i will pick the ball up again. Oh an good news I managed to drag my sister into play with the lure of good role play game she might join the baf at a later date with your permissions of course she is currently playing the role of my daughter Lafiel. Thanks for your time an help

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