A man in his early twenties walked in, he had crisp white clothes with a red overall on, his blue trousers just reaching his ankles. He had medium length brown hair, with hazel eyes to go with them.
The Captain looked at him, he had a short, black coloured goatee, with a fluffy tash with it. None of them suited him. He also had that agressive look around him.
'Wow.. he must of been in quite a few fights' thought the youth.
'Got a job for a part-time transport escort?' he asked.
'We might do.. What's your name boy?' he questioned, slouching down in his chair.
'Aidan Coxon sir.' the youth replied.
'And how old are you Aidan?' asked the Captain, now standing up.
'I'm 24 sir, turning 25 in June.' Aidan answered, wondering if this was mandatory.
'Okay Aidan, i'd like you to fill in this form for me.' the Captain said.
The Captain handed Aidan the form, and Aidan took it, and 5 minutes later, handed it back to him.
'So.. You want to be a gunboat pilot eh?' the Captain said, now interested in Aidan/
'Yes sir, i want to get back at the damn Corsairs and Mollies. They killed my friend, and i'm not leaving that un-punished.' Aidan said, starting to get angry at the thought of them.
'Ahh, those scumbags, yeah alot of us here want to get back at them my lad' the Captain said, stroking his beard.
/OOC.. If it's okay, can i be a Gunboat/Gunship pilot? Thanks.