Miles Winter stopped near recruiting centre.
He though about his noble ancestors. They were serving Bretonia, each generation, without hesitation going to take any risk, and always performed the task before them. At any cost.
He sighed, thinking about the prospects of the future.
Then he entered.
He first spoke to the recruiting officer, wanting to start a conversation.
Then transfered personal data.
He thought that this time the choice was correct.
. Miles Winter, right now we are looking for every good pilot available for the battlefield Leeds. Still we need to follow the standart proceedures. I already sent you the recruiting notes. Fill the blanks and resend them to me. In few days forward you will receive the board's decision.
27.10.819, Update 1: . Miles Winter, your application to join the armed forces is accepted. Welcome Ensign.
27.10.819, Update 2: . Lexa Tamas, you failed to deliver the necessary files at time, that is why your application is rejected. If you would like to try again, post here after 1 week.
Comm ID: Luke Walker Source: BRF|HMS-Westminster, Salisbury To: Fleet admiral Firmus Piett Subject: Application for the Armed Forces
Good afternoon, sir. My name Luke Walker and I'd like to apply for the Bretonian Armed Forces. I'm 23 years old and born on planet Cambridge. Living on Cambridge was nice, but boring. When I was little, uncle Aidan Walker, captain of the BRF|HMS-Westminster, always told me one of his exciting stories. I asked if I could join him in one of his missions. His answer to that was: "You can join me when you've finished high school". I was really motivated and did well in school, I graduated at the age of 16.
Finally I could join uncle Aidan on one of his missions. I was for a month onboard his ship patrolling at the Leeds border. He told me everything about the ship and explained how things work. Nothing really happened so far which gave us the chance to test each role, looking for what suited me the best. I really liked the role of a Lieutenant, which requires a lot of thinking.
From the operating room I had a nice view over the field. From what I've learned in the past days Aidan started to question me. He asked what fighter A in the field should do. "He has to shoot the Naval ship chasing fighter C, so the Kusarian has to dodge incoming fire. Fighter C can safely turn without being shot." I was confident about my answers. Aidan told me to explain the plan to Fighter A. The fight ended up in a win without anyone being hurt.
The mission was over, we flew back to Salisbury, stationed the ship and went home to planet Cambridge. Finally I could tell my parents an exciting story. After I told my parents about my one month trip Aidan offered me the job of Second-Lieutenant at his ship. This was my opportunity to live my life as I wanted it to live. After a discussion with my parents they agreed with me.
In the years between then and now I've learned many things. Being a Second-Lieutenant was like college, I was studying a lot but strange enough earning money as well. My tutor John (At that time Lieutenant at the Westminster) learned me every single bit of the job. We were a good team. Once John retired I got promoted to his rank. I've been Lieutenant over 4 years now and I do my job well, as Aidan tells me. "You've a good view over the fight and know what tactic you should use in every situation."
But why leave the BRF|HMS-Westminster? I want to develop. In the future I'd like to fly one of the capital by my self. Keep on working to get myself to the top, that's why I'm applying for your fleet.
.Luke Walker, we are happy to see you are willing to join the Armed Forces.
Your skills as Lieutenant on board of the known BRF|HMS-Westminster as well as the recommendation from its captain - Aidan Walker are only going to help you in your future career.
Your application is accepted and considering your 4 years of experence on Westminster, you are appointed at the rank of Lieutenant.
Prepare your Templar and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. We have a high expectations for you. Make us all proud of your actions.
A Young Man in his mid-20's stepped into the Recruiting Center, he looked around before walking up to the counter, grabbing some brochures and signing his name , sitting down and waiting for his turn. As he gets called he walks into the office and sits down, beginning to talk.
My Name's Brandon DiMarco, Born in the Cambridge Suburbs, grew up in a upper-middle class Family, Basic education, college, been a fan of Military Equipment, Tactics and History all my life. I've recently Graduated and spent a Year working in a shop in the local town until i found a Recruitment poster that had been hung in the shop newly. So i decided to follow the Higher Calling to Serve my Home and i came here, hoping to enlist as a Pilot in the Armed Forces.
After the Interview had ended, Brandon nodded as the Recruiter told him a bit more and then sent him to the lobby to wait.
. Brandon DiMarco, the short interview you've done with my collegue sent some light above your bio. Still, to finish the recruitment you need to sign some papers that I already sent you. Fill the documents and re-send them to me.
An immaculately attired man, in his early twenties, stepped up to the reception desk. The cut of his suit, the precision of his haircut, and his manner, indicated that he was a member of a well-off family. He moved with purpose and intent, managing to come off as mildly superior to everyone else in the room. He seemed to know what he was doing, and command respect.
"I say, is this where I join Armed Forces?" he asked "If so, would you be as kind as to submit an application for me? Thomas Gordon's the name, widely considered to be one of the best shots in Cambridge and New London, wishing to put my considerable skills into the service of The Crown, especially to safeguard our wonderous nation from those pesky invaders, such as those frogs I have heard so much about in the news recently. So, where do I sign?"
Greetings. My name is Basil Beaumont, son of Sir Henry Beaumont member of the House of Lords. I am interested in fulfilling my father's wishes in becoming a member of the Bretonian Armed Forces. It also pains me to see my father's estate under attack from the Gallics. I wish to bring great honour to my family by serving Her Majesty the Queen in the Armed Forces.
. Brandon DiMarco, your application to join the armed forces is accepted. Welcome Ensign.
. Thomas Gordon and Basil Beaumont, your request to join the Armed Forces is under consideration. In the meantime sign the documents I sent you. You will receive an answer in few days forward.
12.11.819, Update 1: . Thomas Gordon and Basil Beaumont, your applications to join the armed forces are accepted. Welcome Ensigns. Prepare your ships and contact a high ranked member for a combat training.
*a man of about 50 years of age walks into the recruitment office*
Hello sir *snaps into a salute* I have come to apply to the Bretonian Armed Forces primary fleet. As I understand it, my son, Joseph Wolf, applied some time ago, and he told you I once served under your banner. I served during the time of the nomad war. I have now returned to re-join you gentlemen. I can't stand to sit by and watch another people threaten my home. I saw it as a message to take up arms again and fight alongside my brothers, so that our family's and civilians can live in safety. I have a destroyer class vessel but will keep it within the secondary's until such time that you feel I deserve such a ship. Oh, the name is Tony Wolf by the way.
*tony awaits the questionnaire to be handed to him*