The Eagle slammed itself forward, nearly smashing through another batch of ships, if it wasn't for the autopilot and shielding preventing it from doing so. The pilot swore and scrambled around for the ignition, quickly remembering he wasn't driving a car, and smiled as he disengaged the powerplant, allowing the ship to hover gently as the cockpit hissed open.
The pilot was handsome, he had short hair, a Bretonian. He had an air of joy about him, like everything was going as planned. He checked out the hanger, stacks of ammunition, troops in uniform with mean looks about them, like they knew what he was thinking, or wanted to arm wrestle with him, or get drunk. Or both.
He straightened his tie and blazer, and threw aside his small briefcase. This wasn't the place for a briefcase! This was a military ship and it was about time he learned how to act like one of them. He slipped off his tie next, it was far too formal, and he couldn't breathe well with it on, blazer and untucked shirt it was.
His name was Kurt Caesera, he was a Doctor, mostly, trained also as a surgeon and a paramedic should the need arise. Years of study at Cambridge University had prepared him, moving on to medical training at Chesterton Medical School. By 812A.S, he had graduated and began working in various clinics around Bretonia.
Life was good at first, but tending to Refugees at Holman Outpost took it's toll, Kurt saw the true horrors of war, the corruption of Bretonia and Liberty. He spent a year travelling, soul searching, and after reading a small leaflet, he had come to try out for the Coalition.
They were idealists, and he was sure he would come in handy to them. He hoped. He was allergic to bullets afterall.
He pinned a small Hammer and Cog button onto his blazer, proceeding to follow the signs to the Recruitment Office.
There he found a rather attractive Secretary (so he thought), who simply nodded to the seats, indicating he was to wait. He obeyed, sitting down and smiling at the middle aged woman beside him.
"Fingers crossed they like my resume..." he whispered to himself, crossing his fingers, and attempting to do so with his toes.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
