Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[darthbeck]

"John... Alster.... approved" Ramey mutters as he writes on the clipboard.

He looks around the room for a moment before getting out a rubber stamp and ramming it onto the paper. he glances at the bottle that has been sitting on the desk since he got the office.

"Why the hell not?" he asks himself as he uncorks the bottle.

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[Morningsick]

Chris takes 2 steps in the recruits officers room. He stares at the pictures on the wall.
he makes a growling noise and says.
'so.... when did you not notice the cue outside your office.....m8'

[darthbeck]

"i thought i had told them to go get a medical test. you deaf or something?... well, i guess i'll leave that to the medical officers to figure out." Ramey Replies.

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[Morningsick]

'hmm didnt here you saying my name.... sir. I will move along'

Chris nodes his head as he exit the room in silence.

[Herbies]

A man with the looks of an 18 year old and built of a person who has worked in labour for awhile, walks into the recruitment office. He takes a look around at all the posters of propaganda and sighs. He thinks to himself, "this was the right choice".

Walking to the desk of the recruitment officer.

"Excuse me Sir, I wish to sign up for the Bretonian Armed Forces."
"You wish do you?Well in that case what is your name and age son?"
"Colin MacDonald is my name and I just recently turned 24."
"24! Really? You be looking mighty young for a person at the age of 24 Colin. Well any flying experience?"
"Well yes, I've been flying and lending myself to non illegal traders as a fighter escorts."
"Mmm Freelancing I see. Well what makes you fit enough to fly one of the Hassars, Templars and Challengers we have coming off the production line?"
"Well during my Freelancing days, I've taken on at least 3-4 Pirates at a time and have survived. I also feel that my flying skills may be finally put to use somehow."
"Mmm, well in that case, where do you orignate from, your accent dosn't sound Bretonian?"
"Well my mother was from Leeds and my Father was from Manchester. So I have Bretonian heritage. As for the accent, since my Freelancing days I've been in Liberty."
"Liberty you say, then why didn't you sign up for the Liberty Navy?"
"As I said I have Bretonian heritage, and felt it was right to join my native country men."
"Good choice boy, also do you care where you are posted?"
"No I don't care, I just want to protect my country men from them pirates or molly's..."
Before he could finish the recruitment officer interupted.
"...what about the Kusari?"
"The Kusari, are the rudest people, I have never meet anyone more upthemselves than the Kusari. Worse traders."
This made the recruiment officer laugh. "So I see you don't fancy them?"
"Nope, I have a massive dislike for them"
"Well don't we both, well if you havn't read the news we are fighting the Kusari..."
"...oh yes I have been reading the news, very vividly in fact. Also I don't mind fighting the war against the Kusari, they do deserve what they have coming to them."



//I've been playing Freeworlds another FLTC mod, and I have reached XO in Rogue Squadron an elite fighter squadron in the New Republic faction

[darthbeck]

" 's a good thing we got these new forms. only a page and a half long. the old one's were seven. seventeen. and, speaking of forms, i'd like you to fill this one out" Ramey says while handing colin a clipboard with a form on it.

Name:
Date of birth:
Place of birth:
Nationality:
Family Background:

Fitness:
Height:
Vision:
Injuries/Illness:

Previous occupation(s):

Combat experience:

Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:

List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job:

Ramey takes out a pen and another clipboard, and mutters to himself as he writes.
"Chris.... roots... excellent record..... accepted..... rank of ensign..... pay grade G1."

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[Tommeh]

A loud steps could be heard in hallways...A young man was walking straight throught hallways,not turning head in any direction just forwards,he looked sure,
confident in what he is doing.He did not sent any aplication over Neural net,he didn't have access to it.
Instead he just brought datapad with all his infos and bio's which were needed for aplication to join Armed Forces.
As he entered recruit office,he said:
Greetings Commander Ramey,I apologize for not sending any infos over Neural net about myself.
I did not have acccess to it,due the...*he made a small pause*...specific circumstances which I wouldn't like to metion now.
So,I am here to join Bretonia Armed Forces,I believe you can make a good use of me in your Forces.
I have found out what infos do you ask from new recruits,and I have prepared it in digital form in this datapad.
Alex handed over the datapad to Recruit officer with following infos:

....Opening database....

....Subject:personal data informations....



Name:Alex Westbrook

Birth date:781 AS, March 21

Birth place:Planet Cambridge

Nationality:Bretonian(former:Libertorian)

Family background:
Well,I wish I could say something about my family,but I have never met or saw my parents.
After I was born on Cambridge they left me there,and moved out of Bretonia to move away and avoid wars with Kusarians.
Never heard anything about them.They left me in orphanage where one of the people who worked there,Janet Anderson
took care of me.
She was like my mother,and I lived with her till my 18.She was wasn't very young when I came to her,
and she passed out wright after I reached 18 birthday.I moved from base to base around Bretonia,I even left with some trader
for California and ended up in New York system.
Well,there started good part of my life,I applied for joining Liberty Navy,I trained a lot my combat and flight skills and becomed pretty
good pilot.Those guys helped me to get my life in good shape,I had job,place to live,friends,but....I wasn't felling wright.
Liberty wasn't my real home,I had nothing that I cared for there,so after a year in Liberty,I hung up my uniform,and left Liberty for good not turning
back.
And here I am,back in my home nationality,all those years I felt some coonection with it,but I wasn't paying attetion to it.
I am ready to stand up for my country,and offer all my capabilities to it.I think I finally found a place to call my home.

Fitness:pretty good,physical trainings in Liberty brought me in good conditicion.

Height:183cm

Vision: perfect,never had problems with it.

Injuries/illness:None,I took bunch vaccines in orphange,
which made me practicly immune to must of diseases for rest of my life.
No injuries.

Previous occupation:Former Pilot in Liberty Navy forces.

Combat experience:on level from 1 to 10 I could say I am around 6,7.
I can take care of myself,and always give a hand to my fellow pilots.

Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
I believe this is my true call,I experienced a lot's of other systems,but I have returned here.
I want to fight for my country,and make sure that not single parents are forced to decided what did mine have to.
There is no other battle for me then for my home country.
Ehh,and because of money,gotta admit,it was nice in Liberty,but their salaries were no good,I was barely paying monthly rent for
place to live.

List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job:
Sacrifice,Loyalty,strong will,creativity,patient.
Experience in piloting different classes of ships.

...End of database...

Alex waited for a second while standing...and then returned in hallway and sat on one of the chairs with rest of the recruits,
where he is waiting for his aplication to being processed.

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[darthbeck]

Ramey looked at the file that had just been handed to him.
"This looks more or less in order....hmmm." he muttered to himself as he scrolled down.

"hey, Westbrook, i got a question for you." Ramey says loudly into the hallway.

"whats the queens name?" he asks Alex.

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[Herbies]

Name:Colin MacDonal
Date of birth:June 18th //dnt knw what year we are in
Place of birth: Planet Manchester
Nationality:Bretonian
Family Background:
Was born in Manchester, my parents where doctors. They decided to settle on Planet Pittsburgh. So we have been living there for the past 15 years.
Fitness: Very Well
Height:180
Vision: Slightly Far sighted
Injuries/Illness: None at all.

Previous occupation(s): Freelancer

Combat experience: Alot. //played Freeworlds, was invited to join an Elite fighter squadron which I became XO. I have Capitalship experience.

Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces: I like some of the Very heavy fighters that are Bretonian. Also being a freelancer is boring now and i felt it was my right to come back home.

List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job: Very skillful pilot in a fighter and Capital ship. I can RP. I have experience in policing and fighting a large enemy. Also I want to learn a few more fighting techniques and I shall pass along some of mine

[darthbeck]

Ramey looks over the man standing in his office.

"you say that you've gotten bored of freelancing... and you like bretonian ships... i'm going to need a little more before i can let you. tell me about what you did as a freelancer?" he asks.

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