A small thin man walks into the office. His face unshaven and his hair uncombed. The recruitment officer looks up and notices him.
"Fine weather we're having. Hasn't rained in days."
"Oui monsieur, even the few days I have been here, it has been beautiful."
The man had a very different accent than normal.
The Recruitment officer looked up at the man and asked, "Name?"
"Antione, Antione Castille."
"Ah, so your a Frenchy, haven't had one of those in a while. Last one we had, well, he was being sent to his execution."
the recruitment officer smiled with a toothy grin,"What brings you to this part of the galaxy."
"I was imprisoned on New Paris, under false pretenses. Then a few Sirians burst through the door, coming to save a fellow comrade. There was only a few prisoners and they let most of them out. All of them fled, except for me. I followed these men, they called themselves privateers. They took me to their ship and they took me here, Bretonia. Even today I am in debt to them."
There was a moment of silence, then the officer said,
"That was quite a story. So you want to join the Armed Forces..."
"Oui monsieur."
"Obviously you speak well enough English, but since you aren't a Bretonian, I'm going to have to make you fill out these forms."
The officer dug around in the file cabinets and found what he was looking for. He pulled out a large stack of papers and out of them, he only pulled 3 papers.
"Fill out these and then I'll send them in."
Antione filled the papers out and handed them in to the recruitment officer.
"Thank you sir, an officer will contact you soon."
"Merci, au revoir."
The Gaul got up and walked out of the office.
