Hans nodded at the application that he received a few hours ago over the neural net. He smiled a bit and checked over everything, the lad seemed to have filled everything out correct and then some. He sent a coded transmission back to 'Benjamin Taylor'
"Ensign Taylor, report to the Derby fleet as soon as possible. Make sure your Templar is set up. You're flight instructor will contact you once you've landed. Welcome to the Armed Forces lad."
Leroy Lancelot comes back to the recruitment office. the man on the desk certainly looked tired
"I believe I sent in the additional details as requested.... I'm not exactly sure if they were received "
the receptionist got off the desk and sat on his chair.. "oh. we will look into this matter of yours. We will inform you if indeed we have not received your application"
after thanking the receptionist. Mr.Lancelot begins to ponder his next move. As this odd space /* as in the server downage*/ anomaly Restricts the hatch to open the dock into space. he only hopes that the Kusari suffer the same problem
*A Tall Skinny man slowely walked straight into the armed forces recruitment office on Leeds*
Christopher -I'm here to join up, how do we proceed from here sir?
Clerk -You start with filling in this form and I will forward it through the proper channels.
Name: Christopher Venable
Callsign: Kinderino
SKYPE Username: NA (will get )
Gender: male
Age: 35
Date of Birth: 782AS
Place of Birth: New London
Nationality: Bretonian
Brief History of yourself and your family: I come from a mining family so I have spent a great deal of time as a kid on the hard life of the mining ships. My fathers Christopher and mother Catherine where both killed in a molly attack on thier miner im 790AS. My older Brother William is the captain of the Mining vessal Kinder.Dynomite. and my Younger Brother William is still to young to branch out on his own
Previous Medical History: Never had any medical problems
Combat experience: Very little, have used mining torrent targeting systems for years and worked as a delivery boy between new london and kensington for 3 years.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces: I am tiered of the extorion of miners and true hard working people by pirates etc. I want it to stop and to make this sector of space safe for good people and there families.
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
-Paceint
-quick thinker
-conversationalist
-relaxed
-ready to take on the world
-paladin
-agressive
*After many minutes the man walks back to the counter*
Christopher -What happens now then sir?
Clerk -Im sure someone will contact you shortly.
Clerk -To speed up the process I recommend you to stay here on Leeds for a few days to answer any follow up questions if the need arises.
Christopher -Yes sir.
*A tall,thin man walks in the BAF recuitment centere in leeds*
Name: Jack Ryal
Callsign: (is it gonna be my char name or forum name?)Forum: avatar char: Deathspirits
SKYPE Username: medler0
Gender: male
Age: 29
Date of Birth: 3100AD
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds
Nationality: English/Bretonian
Fitness: Nervouis
Height: 2 Meters
Weight: 70 KG
Vision: 50/50
Brief History of yourself and your family:
I come from a very rich family which kept me always on planet leeds.I had a sister named susan and a mother and father named Christine and John.i was kept on planet leeds until i was 14 when my family and susan was on a luxary cruise around tau 31 when suddenly a huge fleet of those HORRIBLE kusarians came and invaded tau 31 and destroyed my family.I was so upset.I took a job as a trader and started trading until i have many creds to pay back the EVIL kusari.
Previous Medical History:
Never had any.
Combat experience:
Abit over average on fighters but exellent on cap ships.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces:
I want to quit this hard trading and with my creds ii can buy the best ship in bretonia and FIGHT BACK TAU 31!(which was ours)
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
*Patient
*Kind
*Helpful
*Aggresive(when angry)
*Relaxed
*quick thinker
*Good RP
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:
I have no idea what you mean by that.(Please tell me so i can post)
And is there anything else i need to do in the application?(ill post on here and send one in PM)
The man strolled into the recruitment centre. The air conditioning unit was the only sound, fighting to maintain a chill that would creep up the spine of waiting applicants. The recent heat wave on planet Cambridge was only a temporary phenominum, and accounted as one of the reasons for that particular day to be chosen by the applicant to apply. The small stone farmhouse that he lived in, a few kilometres from a nearby Crop Collection Point, had no air conditioning. He had only lived in it for two years, after he had purchased the stones and the cement and pieced it together like a jigsaw puzzle, and had so far found no need to install one. He was the sort of man who would only buy what he needed, once it was proven that he needed it.
He sat down in one of the steel-mesh seats, and observed the room. White walls. White doors. White seats. A textbook definition of a neutral room. There were three white tables at the far end of the room, each with a single chair and a computer terminal. The other chairs formed three rows, each one leading to a terminal. After each applicant had finished his application on the terminal, all others would move forward one chair, to ensure that noone sat in the centre just for the sake of sitting down. Comfort was not a primary concern when designing the first impressions of the Bretonian Armed Forces.
Seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds after sitting in the closest unoccupied chair to a terminal, he moved the final step to the table. A friendly female voice greeted him, its patronising voice as clear as the light of day.
'Welcome applicant. Please press the large green button to the right of the screen when it flashes, and fill in the application. Good luck.' The button flashed, and Robert Hallam obediantly touched the button and watched the application appear on the screen. He quickly scanned it, and began to type in his responses.
Name: Robert Hallam. Callsign: This going to be what people refer to me as? Alright, I'll go with: Pitchfork. SKYPE Username: tomtomsatnav92 Gender: Male. Age: 25. Date of Birth: April 20th 793 A.S. Place of Birth: Glynneath, planet Cambridge. Nationality: Bretonian.
Fitness: Well I've been doing manual farm work for about eight years, so I'm going to go with: Excellent. Height: One metre ninety centimetres. Weight: Ninety-six kilogrammes. Vision: As good as you can get, after all of the carrots I've been eating. *Inserts chuckle*
Brief History of yourself and your family: Well, was born in the small village of Glynneath. If this sort of stuff matters to you, I have pure Bretonian blood. That sort of stuff doesn't matter to me much, because it's my blood so in my book it's pure. Glynneath is a small old time farming village, so I was raised to work the tools the old way: with hard labour. More satisfying that way I was taught, and I agree with that. But anyway, back to brief. I got average grades in school, as book smarts isn't my speciality, and worked for pay with my family until I could build my own house. Yeah, more satisfactory work for me. Anyway, after two years of farming by myself, hiring a few guys to help me out as well, I realised I didn't want to be farming all my life. So I paid for some flight sim lessons, and here I am now.
Previous Medical History: Well, eating healthily and exercising regularly, combined with the advanced medical technologies of today, give me a superb health. Nothing worth mentioning, just a few colds here and there.
Combat experience: Well, got about a month in flight simulator lessons, which I'm above average for, despite these big hands of mine.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces: I don't want to be farming for the rest of my life. No risk in that, no thrill. And if I do the same thing for the rest of my life, that pretty much makes me a machine now doesn't it?
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.): Now this's going to be a tough one... Hmm... Well; I'm dedicated. I'm capable. I like a challenge. I'm used to following orders. I'm willing to try new things. I don't get panicky in a dangerous situation. And I'm very good at influencing people.
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from Well, I'm transferring from a muddy field to active service.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
[Target ID: Robert Hallam]
[Location: HMS Invictus]
[Comm ID: Hans, Roger]
[Subject: Application]
I'm sorry I couldn't meet you in person at the office. However your application has been forwarded to me and reviewed. You are hereby accepted into the Armed Forces, please head down to the Space port and take a transport out to the Derby. Which will be your new home.
after viewing Hallam's acceptance, Leroy began to wonder what was happening with his application. He came to the recruitment center, and inquired what was happening with his application. They replied it was being processed. When they replied, Leroy felt that the response was very generic and vapid, and began to question whether or not the BAF was interested in him.
[Target ID: Leroy Lancelot, Jack Ryal, Christopher Venable, and John Marguise]
[Location: Armed Forces Recruitment Centre]
[Comm ID: Automated Transmission]
[Subject: Application]
Your application has been viewed, and processed. We're sorry to inform you that your application was here by denied. If you feel that this was inaccurate, you are to contact Commander Roger Hans immediately after receiving this automated message.
Due to the on going war, the recruitment centre is generally backed up with applications of able bodied people, and that Commander Roger Hans is a Bridge Commander. If you were denied for any reason, it may be because we're not accepting recruits at this time, if that's not the case then your application was not to standard, which will indeed backlog all applicants.
To ensure a safe and smooth application entry refer to the Bretonian Reference Manual BRM-00A-534
Roger Hans glanced across his desk onboard the Invictus. He stared quietly at the empty place in front of him. No applications have been sent in, not even over the neural net or in many of the recruitment offices across Bretonia.
He could feel his heart sink a bit as he leaned back in his chair and sighed a heavy sigh. Give it time...