Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

Lieutenant Commander Austin Goodmen, stepped through the recruitment office doors. Been a while He thought, smiling lightly as he proceeded wearing the official dress uniform of a Bretonian Officer.

He was here, by order of the Fleet Admiral, to help clear the backlog of recruits. Proceeding calmly down until he found the familiar office that he had so long ago sat in waiting for his application to be accepted. The desk was neatly cleaned, paper work stacked neatly near the edge of the desk itself. On it sat a name block that read Commander Ramey. This was obviously the right room, and it hasn't changed since.

He smiled lightly to himself, walking towards the chair and placing his hand on the back, before gliding his hand gently across the top of the chair. Austin let out a light chuckle as he turned the chair and took his seat. He took a deep breath before turning slowly towards the door.

He was enjoying the moment, a bit to much. A few minutes went by before he even picked up the top two papers. His eye caught a flashing on the nearby terminal, turning slightly towards the terminal, he opened the flashing file. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped upon seeing how many applicants were signing up from over the neural net. "Talk about a back log," He said lightly to himself before shaking his head "I'll wait until these papers are cleared."

Upon his way in, he did notice a young man sitting out in the lounge. He had shrugged the thought off and picked up the first application.

"Ma'am," He said with a hand placed on the intercom. "Could you send Mister Martin Bridge for me?"
"He'll be with you in a moment. Goodmen."

Austin nodded to himself and leaned back in the chair, reading over the application and waiting for Mister Bridge.

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