Preceded by the sound of heavy boots on the metal surface of the space station, Ricky Danes walks through the hall of the recruitment centre. As he walks toward the desk, he sighs when he sees how many recruits are already there waiting.
The young man behind the desk looks at Danes uncomfortably. Standing in front of him is a man in his early thirties, 5 feet tall and athletically built. He's completely dressed in black, with a belt around his waist where an old P7R laser gun is holstered. Danes lays his hands down on the fairly high desk and folds them, the young man slightly recoils backwards.
"Can I help you , sir? " says the young man.
Danes nods. "I'm here to be enlisted."
The young man turns to the left and uses a console to begin a neural net transmission "Ah, yes, of course, I will upload a form to your neural net."
Ricky reaches for a device in his right ear while the young man asks him: "If you don't mind me asking, sir, why do you want the BAF?"
Danes stares into the distance as he is focussing on the neural imaging coming from the neural net device in his ear. He frowns with his left eyebrow and says curtly: "Call it revenge."
The young man looks surprised as Danes turns around immediately and makes his way back, down the hall he came from. The sound of his boots hitting the metal fades away.. a recruit coughs somewhere in the back of the room.
Mister Ricky Danes, good evening.
So... you wish to join out of revenge? Well, every man and woman has their reason. Revenge and hate can be powerful things to start with
But will it be enough to make it to the bitter end? We'll see. Your first challenge awaits: Fill in the questionnaire sent to your Neural Net. If the answers prove satisfactory, then we will talk.
Good luck.
A 30 year old man is waiting to enter in the recruitment room to become a member of the BAF . As he is called in the room he steps in very proudly and he salutes the admiral with respect.
"Please sit down and let's talk."
He sits down and waits for the admiral to give him the questions.
"Who are you gentleman and why do you want to join the BAF?"
"I am John Gray,I am 30 years old and I am from Planet Leeds.The reason I want to join the BAF is because of the GRN.When they invaded Leeds system I was a proud civilian studying the art of war.When Gallia attack the Leeds System I was worried because my parents and my brother were on Planet Leeds.They didn't got out of that massacre and I lost the for ever and now I want revenge."
"Your story is tragic and we know what you feel.We will see about it and you will send you a message if you are in or not."
"Thank you sir!"
So John salutes the admiral and it exits the recruitment center feeling proud of him and waiting for the results.
Mister John Gray, goodmorning.
As Leeds still stands there may yet be hope for your family. Studied the arts of war you say? Let's put that to the test: To your neural net I will be sending a list with questions. Fill them in and resend them to this neural net adress, they will then be evaluated by us. Should the evaluation be positive then you shall find your deployment orders soon.
Your stride for your family begins now.
Ensign John Gray, good evening.
Your tactical scores on some scenarios were somewhat lacking. Yet in others sound. I must say that your knowledge of the Armed Forces is low. You will be under probation for the first few weeks and be allowed to study our structures and modus operandi further during flight academy. The rest will come from experience.
Study hard and study well.
A woman walks into the interview room, dressed in full Air Force dress uniform. From her uniform it's clear she's an Officer cadet, her name tag confirming with "Cdt V. Hants". She salutes the recruitment officer.
"Royal Air Force Cadet Officer Victoria Hants reporting, sir!"
"Please, sit down."
She takes off her hat and puts it under her arm, sitting at the desk.
"So you want to move from the Air Force to the Armed Forces? After Leeds, you wouldn't be the first. Why do you want to join the Armed Forces? We're not in the habit of just letting people join for revenge."
"Well sir, I was training at Leeds, I was finishing my flight and officer training-"
"Yes I see that, Officer training with specialisation in command and advanced battle strategies. Very impressive, but I don't need to hear your resume after seeing it already."
The recruitment officer opens the file on his desk with her record inside. She was born on Planet Cambridge, studied at the advanced scientific academies and then moved onto air-force officer training at the start of the war with the Gauls, Studying to be an commander in advanced battle tactics and Battle strategy. She had logged 40 flight hours so far before the Leeds incident.
"I was there when they bombed from orbit, sir. There was nothing we could do. For all the people... that were... stationed there, we could only run. I learnt then that I needed to reach higher... literally."
"Being in the Air Force isn't useless Cadet. It's a worthwhile and much needed service."
"Maybe. But I joined because I wanted to do my part in the war against the Gauls. But when Leeds was attacked, I felt useless to fight back. I could only gather some flight crew and escape."
"I read what you did. It doesn't seem useless if you saved lives"
"I couldn't save them all. The people I trained and studied with for years, most of them gone. That tends to put things in perspective."
She sighs and looks to the side.
"Sorry sir. A little perspective and change someone's priorities. I want to do this. This is where I feel I need to be sir."
"Thank you Cadet."
The recruitment officer stands up, offering a hand to Victoria. She accepts and they shake hands.
"We'll review you application and let you know when we've come to a decision. Dismissed Cadet."
We hereby formally acknowledge and confirm safe receipt of your transfer request. You have seen first hand what the enemy can do. Keep those sights close and may they fuel your efforts against them. However, space is a dark and cold place. Don't let these events consume you.
Questions have been sent to your Neural net address. Complete them. Once correctly completed your transfer done.
Ensign Victoria Hants
You transfer is now complete. Recruitment sees your entry exam as examplary.
Do not let this get to your head, miss. We both know what happens out there if you let it. Your deployment orders are following soon.
Quote:The room is dark, a single shaft of white light shining from a narrow window high on the wall. The light falls upon a single table and chair, throwing them into sharp relief against the otherwise bare room. Commander James Fleming, still dressed in his crisp Royal Navy dress uniform, is seated, unconscious.
The door slams shut behind another man, dressed in a black suit, startling Fleming to alertness as the man strides purposefully to the centre of the room, his face hidden in silhouette against the white light.
Wha... what's going on? Where am I?
Commander Fleming. I must say, it's an honour to finally meet you. We've had our eye on you for quite some time now.
Is that so? If you wanted an autograph, you could have just asked...
You were the commanding officer of the HMS Defiance, a navy submarine on Leeds, is that correct?
It is.
Do you remember what happened?
Yes, I do. And I'll bloody well ask you not to remind me.
Of course, I apologise. We all lost someone that day...
Yes well I lost my ship. My crew.
And this is your chance to avenge them. I'm not here for nostalgia Fleming. I'm interested in what you were doing before that day. You were investigating spies on Leeds, were you not?
How do you know about that? That was of my own accord, it wasn't on record.
We know a great deal about you, Commander. And its for that very reason I had you brought here today.
Which is?
I want you to enlist in the Bretonian Armed Forces. You have the skills we're looking for, and the independence that many commanders lack. The Black Guard could use you.
The man strides back towards the door.
I'll give you an hour to think it over, and when I return, you'd better have an answer for me.
Fifty minutes had passed. Fleming glared at the unforgiving beam of light. He couldn't do this, could he? He thought about his crew, those that had died under his command. He snorted. He hadn't even been able to protect them. His own crew. His family. All gone, because he hadn't been able to help them. He had no place in protecting anyone else.
Then he thought of his first officer, how she looked at him when the shells struck the hull. How she pushed him out of the way of the overloading console. What she whispered in his ear as she lay, dying in his arms.
By the time the door opened once more, he knew that his mind had already been made up for him.
And when the man strode in, and asked him what his answer was, he stood up, head held high. White hot fury in his eyes and vengeance in his heart.
I'm in.
//OORP so from what I can tell, the BIS isn't exactly active, so I've redone the application for the BAF instead.
Having failing his recruitment exam for the Armed Forces, Markell Williams went off into space. Being 19, trying to join the Armed Forces would be cutting his life too short. No chance for exploration, meeting people, making money. He had decided, therefore, that instead of pledging allegiance to the Queen he would try to make a few credits; this suited him more.
After a couple of years mining scrap and selling it to various groups of people, he decided that life in the uncontrolled areas of Sirius was exciting, profitable, and beautiful. The vast expanse of space, from the rich blue clouds to the burning-red suns, was both peaceful and daunting.
One day, out of the blue, he received a message from an uncle. His parents were dead. Returning to Bretonia, Markell fell in love once again with his homeland. Now at 24 years old, he decides that he would once again try and join the Armed Forces. He wanted to repay his country for the support it gave to his parents one they retired from the Forces, and to come to terms with his abandonment of his homeland all those years ago.
Just as he had uttered his agreeing words, a small and prompt young female steward stepped through the open door. Her face was vaguely visible because of the light coming through the door opening.
At the point where one would try to look further as to what her face looked like ... she slammed a briefcase on top of the table. 2 clicks were heard as her ironed uniform dissapeared behind the opening briefcase.
Sets of papers, stapeled together appeared on the table together with a pen. As soon as the pen was put down the hand that had placed them there openend up and invitingly pointed toward the papers.
"Your questionnaire
Commander Fleming
there will be a copy onto your neural net account as well. Please fill it in and resend it to us at your earliest convenience. After evaluation we will consider your application valid or not.
Good luck sir !
And before one could look up... she had left the room.
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