Noel enters into the office on the recruitment of Bretonia Armed Forces (BAF). He looks around confuse and seeing that no one is there.....
Noel: "Good Day!.....Is anyone here?"
Secretary Lady comes out from no where, surprising Noel.....
Secre. Lady: " I'm here.....what brings you here sir?"
Noel: "I'm here to know if BAF is still recruiting pilots?"
Secre. Lady: "Yes we are sir.....willing to apply?"
Noel: " That will be lovely."
Secre. Lady: " I see, ....ummm.....,well simply I will ask questions and you'll answer while I type it in the communication system to HQ."
Noel: " Yes, Miss......aawwww....?"
Secre. Lady: " No need to know my name sir......just answer my questions.....ready?"
Noel: "Yes!"
Secre. Lady: " What is your full name?"
Noel: " The name is Noel Oliver."
Secre. Lady: "How old are you?"
Noel: " I'm 25 years old."
Secre. Lady: " I see your a young man *smiles*.... What is your home system and home planet?"
Noel: "I'm from Planet New London, New London System."
Secre. Lady: "Okay sir.....do you have any family?"
Noel stays shock. He reminds himself on flashbacks on his mother and older brother being abuse and threathing by pirates while he was hiding behind a Garage Shed.
Noel: "I had........but they.......they aren't existing anymore at this time of century.....im the only one that survive of the Oliver's family *says it with a sad tone*."
Secre. Lady: " Ohh dear.....im sooo sorry to hear that.....please forgive me, but i most put in (None) in the empty space here......."
Noel: " No worries ma'm."
Secre. Lady: " One last question I will ask for you........what is your reason on joining the Bretonian Armed Forces?"
Noel stands in front of her and thinks on why he's joining the BAF....
Noel: " I'm joining because I want to bring peace into Bretonia System and to protect the queen from no harm! Not only that my father was an Admiral of a Bretonian Battleship long time ago.....I never knew about him but my mother told me that he left after I was born because of an emergency in space ...... *sad tone* a pirate battle...., however, I'm here to join BAF to be trained by high luitenants pilots on protecting Bretonia! In addition, I'm following my fathers footsteps of becoming a BAF, and probably when I get my ranks up, I might sign up to be a Commander of a Battleship.....but thats only optional to the high commanders."
Secre. Lady: " Very well, that was a quite long and brief reasoning on why joining the BAF. However you must be well trained to be a Commander of a Battleship. Anyways, this should be sent to the HQ high commander immediately. Please come back, and see if your name is on the recruiters list."
Noel: " Yes, I will be looking foward to see my name on there. Thank you for your help and cooperation..."
Secre. Lady: "No problem, Ohh and the name is Kenita James." *smiles*
Noel: " Awww....ahem*clears throat*, nice to meet you Miss James."
Secre. Lady: "Have a good day Noel!"
Noel: "Hehehe...same to you Miss James."
Noel exists the office, and heads to his home waiting for his name to be on the recruitment list.
"What? Eh?" The Recruitment Officer sits up in his chair with a start as his sleep is interrupted by the slap of files onto his desk and the secretary bustles out of his office at the back of the Recruitment Centre.
He sees the application details from Noel Oliver.
"Note to self!" He shouts, and his personal notebook springs into digital life awaiting his next statement...
"Get the lock on that bloody door fixed!"
He scans the application and authorises the enlistment of the new Ensign.
"Well, if he wanted in so bloody bad he couldn't read the 'Closed' sign, then he probably would be made of stern enough stuff to take on the Kusari and all the other sodding invaders of Bretonian space!"
The notebook beeped as it completed the authorisation and he read that it had added his extra comment. He deleted it with a sigh, and sat back in his chair. Why were the notebooks so stupid these days? He had heard the Kusari ones were smaller, faster and more intelligent.
"Haha - heard that about their women, too!" He laughed again and drifted back off into sleep, remembering a small, fast Bretonian girl he'd met many years ago......."
Richard Tarigon scans through his contacts on board his ship. Having been gone for such a long time he was uncertain as to which of his previous flight companions would still be flying strong, or who may have given their lives for queen and country. Locating his old friend Percy Nelles, he chooses to update the details. The onboard computer starts to display information about Nelles. "Well bless my sainted trousers... A fleet Admiral, Nelles, He's done good for himself..." Maybe he would accept an old veteran back under the BAF's collective wing...
Starting up his messaging system, Richard proceeds to write:
For the attention of: Fleet Admiral Nelles
Sir, this is Richard Tarigon reporting. I have returned to the civilised worlds after too long soul searching in the nether systems. I believe that my mind is now settled, and as a result i am applying for my service to the BAF to be reinstated.
Your ever willing servant.
Richard Tarigon, For the Queen and the Glorius Bretonian Homeland.
Signing off...
Richard closes his computer down and sets his ship to return to New London.
A young man at the age of 18 walks into the recruitment office
"You want to sign up?"
"Yes sir"
"'Whats your name?"
"James Bigglesworth, but most of my friends call me Biggles, sir"
"Where are you from? And what is your reason to join our ranks?"
"I'm born on New London and I want to fight for the honour of Bretonia and to protect it's people"
"Ok we will send you a message as soon we know more"
"NEXT!!"
The doors to the recruitment center opened and a bright aura was felt in the room, it's like the air sudently got hotter, a lively girl entered the room, she was tall and she had long blond hair. She approached the recruitment officer.
"Hey there, is this where I join the Bretonian Armed Forces?"
"Yes it is." Said the recruitment officer.
"Great I would like to join, where do I sign up?" Asks the lively gal.
The recruitment officer hands her a clipboard and says."Fill that up and I will give it to my superior officers."
"Okidokey!" says the gal."What, ehm...I don't have a pen, can you lend me one?"she asks.
"Of course, here you go." Hands her a pen.
She sits down and starts to write the application.
Name:Jennifer Hawkeye
Age: 24
Nationality: Bretonian
Home Planet: New London
Do you have any relatives?: Yeah, my granny lives with me.
Why do you want to join?: My granny told me to join.
She handed the clipboard back to the recruitment officer.
The recruitment officer looked at the application and sighed.
"I will hand this to my superior officers, in the meanwhile sit in the waiting room and wait for an answer.
The door to the rear of the office opens and the Recruitment Officer returns. His hover-chair hissing gently as it glides to the main desk and comes to a halt. He is grumbling under his breath about being open one day, closed the next, now open again.....He looks up.
"OK, young lady - just some minor background checks and we will be able to complete your application. Hmm, Hawkeye and Biggles eh? Sounds like an aerobatics team. Lets hope you will be able to fly rings round the Kusari!"
This is Tom Fex'a, i'm more commonly known as Sketters these days. I'm open for employment at the moment and I'd like to ask if the Bretonian command are issueing employment contracts. A file containing my details has been attached to this communications channel and will be delivered when this message ends.
See you round
//Message Delivered//
//Opening "Details"//
Name: Thomas Fex'a
Identification: Freelancer
Callsign: Sketters
Ship: Raven Claw
Affiliation: Freelancer
Birthplace: New London
Experience/Skills: Escorting, Military and Police Operations, Taking Orders, Clear Terminology
"Right! said the Recruiting Officer.
"Just you last three to sort out, now, let me see...yes. Ensigns er, Biggles, Hawkeye and Andrews report for duty, and may your luck hold out long enough for you to earn respect from our enemies."
He looks at the application from Thomas Fex'a.
"Hmmm. This one looks experienced. Have to check him out!"