The Recruiting Officer barged in through the door.
His hover chair barely missed several idlers gawping at the posters on the walls; the animated action shots of brave BAF pilots downing the hordes of hapless Kusari ships whilst waving at the viewer with heroic panache.
His face set, determined not to respond to the questioning looks from his staff, he crashed into his office and slammed the door shut.
Damn that woman - damn her. It was only supposed to be one night - ONE NIGHT! One little trip away from the madness of this city and the endless drudge of processing more meat for the grinder. She worked him, she moved him, she weakened his resolve and one night became two.......
Gah! A sodding Admiral had to check up - not just any old admiral THE Admiral! Why hadn't his automated systems dealt with the surge of recruits keen to lay down their lives for the Queen?
Well, there was nothing he could do. The damage, if any, was done. The only thing he could do was get back to work and hope it all quietened down.
He skimmed through the top 3 applications and smiled at the mixed bunch:- Roger Ring, Solomon Oleander
and some bloody Sergeant from the dirty feet brigade called Alexander J. Coulson
"Process!" he ordered, and his terminal obeyed.
"Tea!" he ordered, and Miss Brown sweetly assented over the intercom.
The Recruiting Officer confirmed acceptance for Coulson with a stab of his finger on the keyboard.
"A soldier learns to follow orders. A leader learns to give them. We will see what you are made of, ex-sergeant!"
"Oleander - hmm - Interesting fellow, but no sign of a completed background yet - more information please!"
He pushed his chair back away from the desk and it slowly bore him against the wall of his office with a gentle bump. Memories of his time away came back; heat, excitement, power, lust, guilt. Guilt? Well, yes, a little guilt but, dammit the Service ground down a man with it's constant demands. Some little distractions were worth the risk.
Oleander's security checks looked good and the Recruiting Officer sent the acceptance message off with a flourish. The pub was calling him - a nice cool beer was exactly what he needed after a hard day...
"is this the Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre?" say's the man
"uhh... yes" say's the recruiter " are you old enough to join the Armed Forces? "
"i'm 22"
"alright. here's the paperwork"
*hands him a HUGE pile of documents*
"give them beck when you'r done filling them out"
45 minutes later the man hands the forms back to the recruiter
"thanks" say's the recruiter
"no problem" say's the man
*man leave's*
*recruiter looks at the form on top of the stack*
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name :tom_ramey
age :22
sex :male
eye color :black
height :2.1 meters
place of birth: leeds
backround: his father is a upper middle class citizen on planet leeds
had a excellent education as a child but grew discontent with collage,
so he dropped out. and spent a year trying to start a small trading compeny,
he managed to raise enough money to buy a small freighter. however on his third trading run,
he was attacked buy a group of pirate's he managed to disable two of the pirates and then his freighter was destroyed. he was rescued by a armed forces patol 30 minutes later
reason for joining:" i want to see things, become a real pilot, meet new people.. and kill them"
*the recruiter blinks*
"heh. thats a new one"
he say's
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
"There's a lot to be said for simple hatred and lust to kill.." his mind wandered off to his active service time; the fighting, the blood, the explosions, the gore....
"Ahhh - happy days!" he said and sent off the application for further checks on young Tom Ramey
A tall, stocky man walks in through the office doors and asks: *Scottish Accent* "Is this the Armed Forces recruitment office?"
The recruiter who is now standing behind the desk replys: "It sure is, interested?
*Scottish Accent* "I wouldnt of come if i wasnt, course i am!!!"
Recruiter replies: "Fill in all the boxes and hand this back to me" *Hands him a clipboard*
Name: Boris McDonald
Age: 29
Place Of Birth: Aberdeen Border Station, Edinburgh
Experience: Flown 14 years as a Bounty Hunter in Dublin
Reason for joining: To serve my country, i am sick of hearing all these BAF deaths on the news, its time for me to stop it, to win the war and kill sum kusari scum!!
*Hands the clipboard back*
"Thankyou, sit down and ill call you over once ive read through it"
*Scottish Accent* "Aye, ill be over here"
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
He walks up to the Recruiting officer and offers his hand.
'Sir, I wish to apply to join BAF'
'You sure about that kid?'
'Yes sir, my entire family has served in the BAF and as far as I'm concerned I'm going to continue that tradition,'
Name: Kenneth Johnson
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'11
Reason for joining: My duty to Queen and Bretonia
Background: From a Miltary family, most of the family has served as an Comissoned Officer in the BAF but to reach this rank they first enlisted.
imganie something deep and life changing put here.....
and then forget it
A man walks in, he is dressed well, but appears to not care too much about appearance, as his hair is rumpled and his suit looks to have not been ironed for a long time.
" This where I sign up for the BAF?"
"Yes" says the aid rather irritably." Fill out this form" handing him a clipboard"
Name:Jare Kalo
Age:28
Homeworld:Leed's but grew up in Los Angelas
Physical condition: All tests have confirmed me as fit.
Combat experiance: Trained for a year at West Point acadamy, have downed 85 ships, including 4 chimeras.
Background: Became a trader in my late teens, then after trading for a long time struck a deal that earned me enough to buy a templar. Have flown as a freelancer for BAF and BPA for awhile.
Quote:"'Cause, remember: no matter where you go... there you are."
A middle aged man enters the recruitment station and walks over to an application desk. Picking up the application the man proceeded to sit down at a near-by table, pulling out a pen he began filling out the application.
Name: Austin Goodman
Age: 27
Planet/Station of Birth: London City, New London
Reasons for Joining: To help stop the Corsair push in Cambridge, and to end this blasted war with Kusari.
Background Information: Went to flight school at Cambridge University, and Passed. Hates piloting Very Heavy Fighters, Heavy Fighters, and Bombers. Speed Aggression Surprise is his style of fighting. Get in, get out.
Piloting Skills: Great in a Light Fighter, crappy in Heavy Fighters and above.
Combat Experience: None on a Military Level. Helps in Local defense against Mollys'
Austin Goodman stood up and looked around the recruitment center, Seems busy today. he thought as members of the Armed Forces and waiting to be enlisted milled around. Shaking his head he walked over and placed the application on the counter in front of the Recruitment officer, who in return, looked up at Austin as if he was insane. "I would like to join the Bretonian Armed Forces." Austin said pushing the application forwards.
The Recruitment Officer nodded and took the Application. "I'll have to set this by my superiors." She replied getting up and leaving the area. Austin sighed and walked over to the lounge and sat down.
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