*John Marguise enters the recruitment office yet again, walks up to the clerk, looking a bit disturbed*
John -Sir, I've been sitting in a small isolated hotel room out at the space port for nearly a week, I hope there is nothing wrong with my application?
Clerk -Well John, the forces that be, haven't said a thing to me, I'm sure that you are not forgotten, maybe just some errors in the transfer from the reserves.
Clerk - I will send out a reminder, are you still staying on the port?
John -No sir, I can't afford any more nights in a hotel, I will have to undock and sleep in space.
John -I will be reachable on the coms, maybe I go and stay with relatives while this plays out.
Clerk -Well John, I will do everything in my power to speed it up, but you have to hang in there.
John -Ok, sir *laughing* I will not join the Corsairs yet then-
John -Farewell sir
Clerk - Goodbye yourself
