. Max Fightmaster, your request to join the Armed Forces is under consideration. In the meantime sign the documents I sent you. Final conclusion will be given after we observe your results from the tests.
26.12.819, Update 1: . Max Fightmaster, 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 2 weeks.
A slight man walks into the recruiting office wearing the uniform of the Liberty Navy. he walks up to the recuitment officer and asks for an application.
Surprised, the recruitment officer does not respond right away, then begins to dismiss the man based on the fact that he is already serving in the Liberty Navy.
The slight man does not move.
"Did you not hear what i have said young man?"
"Yes Sir i heard you but i believe you did not hear me. I asked for an application to join the BAF."
"You wear the uniform of the Liberty Navy."
"Yes Sir i do but i no longer serve them."
The recruiter sighs. "Very well fill out this form and i will forward it to the admiralty."
"Thank you sir," and with that the slight man went to fill out his paperwork, turned it in and blended into the crowd to await news about his enlistment.
James McLaughlin ignored the bustle of the crowd around him; people darting to and fro, completely immersed in their lives. The simple stresses of caring for themselves and their families far more complicated than the children they used to be had ever dreamed.
James understood. He empathized, in fact. Eldest child in a family of six, father a humble metalworker, mother little more--professionally, at least--than a simple seamstress, James knew all too well the challenges of survival in a universe so unforgiving, so cold. Tragedy struck without warning, without mercy, and did so far too often. So it was with all people, James knew. Neither rich nor poor could escape, no matter how hard they strove.
But things could get better. That was something that the McLaughlin clan had always believed, and James was no exception. Things could get better if only people worked toward it.
James stared up at the sign marking the Bretonian Armed Forces recruitment center and knew that his conscience was clear. Steeling himself against the crowd, he pushed his way to the entrance.
The building's inside was formatted in accordance with the large majority of Bretonian architecture--in no way surprising. Despite the Celtic heritage made obvious by the McLaughlins' last name and physical features, the family had been loyal citizens of Bretonia for hundreds of years, remaining firm in the determination that violence between kinsmen was useless--reasons weren't a factor--and thus had successfully steered clear of previous Molly-Bretonian conflicts.
That wasn't to say they'd been exempted from the prejudices of their Bretonian neighbors. James himself had endured his fair share of bullying and racist comments in school and even while working in the family shop over the past two years. Only the gentle but firm discussions with his father had kept his attitude healthy. They didn't heal the wounds years of ostracism by his peers had opened, but they had certainly led him to appreciate the necessity and fed his desire to do his part in mending the rift.
Hopefully those prejudices wouldn't be as powerful in the Armed Forces as they were on the streets of Leeds.
Let's find out, he thought, making his way to a recruiter's desk.
The woman's reaction almost made him chuckle. At 6 foot 4 inches, hugely muscled, with startling red hair and bright green eyes, James knew he stood out like a sore thumb in the most complimenting of environments. His handsomeness, if anything, only lent itself to increasing the shock factor as the woman glanced up from the papers she was reading. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up at him dumbly.
"Um, hello," James smiled and smoothed out a wrinkle in his windbreaker.
The woman seemed to recover. "Hi," her cheeks reddened, "I'm sorry. How may I help you?" She gestured to the empty seat across the desk.
Seating himself, James shrugged, knowing the next words would change his life forever.
Geoffrey Udall stepped off of the transport onto the streets of Leeds in the early morning hours. It was cold…almost too cold, and incomparably metallic, and rain poured down around him as he made his way through the winding streets between the high rises; it was far from the idyllic natural scenes of Cambridge, his former home. Despite the vastly different environs, Geoffrey knew in his heart he was headed for the change he needed most. In his hand, he held a small folder, holding the papers which granted him his new title: Doctor of Philosophy, Cambridge Research Institute (the latest addition to a list of several degrees). At the age of 23, he had already reached the heights of academia, owing more to his work ethic and keen insights than some freak talent, and as soon as he got that diploma in his hand, he knew that his time in the arts was at a close. Something clicked in his head when he got that paper, a nagging thought at the back of his mind that it wasn’t enough just to think about the universe. He had to see it, and to fight for the universe he wanted in more direct ways than publishing strongly worded papers.
So he had ended up here, walking through a downpour with his resume and credentials to see the recruiting officers for the BAF. He stopped at a storefront window to check his appearance before making his way in to the Recruiting Center. Geoffrey was a tall-ish fellow, standing six-foot two inches, and was slender for a man of his height without being ineffectual. His clean cut blonde hair fell slightly out of place with the weight of the rain, so he parted it back once again, adjusted his trench coat, and went on his way with a fire of purpose blazing behind deceptively cool hazel eyes. He took a deep breath as he reached the Recruiting Center’s door, taking a moment to admire the brilliance of their propaganda, and then opened the great gothic portal to make his way into the lobby.
The lady at the counter had just finished a conversation with another potential recruit, a giant of a Celt whose good looks had clearly ever so slightly delighted her. Geoffrey approached the still-blushing officer and bowed his head slightly.
“Madam, I should very much like to enlist”, Geoffrey said, his posh Cambridge lilt standing in sharp contrast to the more common Leeds dialect of the others around him, “if you’ll have me.”
The woman looked through his papers. “A Doctor, eh? What in blazes are you doing looking to sign up here? You’re better suited for a comfier position, aint ya?”
“I suppose I may be, but dash it all if I’m not tired of hearing it. I’m a decent pilot and a steady shot. As I figure it, it’s about time I put those skills to use for Her Majesty’s cause.”
She gave him another long, ponderous look. “All right. I’ll send your files through to the main branch. They’ll decide what to do with you from there.”
“Thank you. Salve Regina!"
“God save the Queen.”
. James McLaughlin, Geoffrey Udall and the unknown Liberty officer, your requests to join the Armed Forces are under consideration. In the meantime sign the documents I sent you. Final conclusion will be given after we observe your results from the tests.
A small, thin boy approaches the recruitment desk and coughs to signal his presence.
'Yes?' The recruiter said, barely looking up from the papers that lay strewn across the desk in front of him.
The boy looked no older than 20 years of age, his short brown hair curling around his head very neatly.
'I want to enlist in the Bretonian Armed Forces.' He said, trying to hold back the nervousness.
The recruiter stopped, looked up, and smiled. Then he said, 'You can fly?'
'Yes Sir. I fly, I think I fly well but I'll probably need training...'
The man appeared to be ashamed, due to his lack of training.
'Well, that shouldn't be a problem, no-one can be an officer without knowing how.' The man laughed.
'Y-yes of course.'
'What's your name boy?'
'Cartwright Sir, David Cartwright.'
'Age?'
'I'm 22 Sir.'
The recruiter stared at the boy, 'Why do you want to join the Bretonia Armed Forces?'
'My dad, George Cartwright, was in the Bretonia Armed Forces, he was killed recently in a Gallic siege. We were all proud of him, and, I guess, I want my family to be proud of me too.'
'Right, well. I'll speak to my superiors, and we'll contact you later.'
David made an attempt to stand to attention. 'Yes Sir.'
The recruiter chuckled and waved a hand, 'At ease.'
The boy smiled and raced out. The recruiter sat back and smiled, 'What a strange kid.'
A man walks in his mid 20s to the B.A.F recruitment centre,With pride he hold up his clothes and asks:
"Is the B.A.F recruitment still open?" The guy asks.
"Yes it is Sir" the aide responds.
"Then sign me in" the guy says.
"Great!, Fill up this small form and send it to me once you are done" the Aide says.
Name:Winston Thaddeus Pendellton the IV.
Age:24
Originlanet Leeds
Gender:Male
Reason of joining the B.A.F:To fight for Bretonia's Cause and fight off the "Royals" back to where they belong and fight off criminals in Bretonia.
As Winston brings back to the aide the form, He says:
"That should do it"
"Great, Thanks for signing up mister..... ah, Mister Pendellton the Fourth, Good luck!"
And so on Winston gets out the office and continues his life.
A poor man goes to the unemployment office today. He lost the hope to find something work. The same again. Nothing with his qualifications. Before he leaves the building he looks left and see a poster. The poster says:
"You are young? Searching for challenge? The B.A.F. is your place!"
"If you are looking for some action and feel enough courage to face pirates and GRN pilots, come to our recruit center and join!"
The face of the guy becomes much more happier. Finally something interesting.
Now he have a chance to change his life. His first way will be to the recruit center. Through the way his heart pulses faster than any time before. And then he sees the building. The door is opened.
With slow steps he is going upstairs.
The recruitment officer asks:
- Can I help you,Sir?
- Greetings! Is this the place where I can join the BAF?
- Yes. Do you feel enough courage to join us,young man?
- I think yes. I wasted too much time from my life without doing anything. Now I want to change it.
- Have you ever flow on a ship?
- Just a few times when my friend gave my his one. I have never been able to buy any before.
- Once we are took off,you have to face pirates,GRN and others to protect civilians. Are you ready for this?
- Yes..
- Come on,young man! I don't hear it!
- YES SIR!
- Good! Here is the paper you have to fill. There is a table and a pen, sit and come back when you finished it.
Name: Alec Ransom
Age: 21
Birth place: Planet Leeds
Gender: Male
Highest educational attainment: secondary vocational
Actual location: Planet Leeds, Leeds city, Outer ring, D block, Worker Street 398.
Postal code: 9090604
Alec finished the paper and stood up to give it back to the offier. He is checking it and say:
- Alright,Mr. Alec,everything is alright now. Go home and a few days later we will send you a letter about our decision.
. David Cartwright, Winston Thaddeus and Alec Ransom , your requests to join the Armed Forces are under consideration. In the meantime sign the documents which have been sent to you. Final conclusion will be given after we observe your results from the tests.
“This font is good people said, this font is awesome others said, I say it works well enough to waste 2 seconds of your life reading this.”
Mike sat in the office, going through the latest bunch of Recruits that wanted to join the Armed forces.
Paperwork wasn't his area of experties, he'd rather have done it face to face and then have it over with, but with the war and the constant being on call all the time made it somewhat hard for any officer that was working in this Place to have enough time and patience for that.
Finally done, *he sighs and stands up* now all I need to do is call up the lads that passed.
The premade message was sent out, Mike added one small thing to the end of the file of each message, it wrote:
Well done lads, after you finished all the things written up there I'd like you to get to the Patriot Bar on Leeds, let's hope that buggerbar is still standing, so that you can have a talk to your future Commanders and flight mates.
This should do it.... now finally for some fresh air.
// . David Cartwright, Winston Thaddeus your applications haven't met the requirements for you to pass, please post a new application here again in 2 weeks if you're still interested.
. Alec Ransom your application to join the Armed Forces is accepted. Welcome Ensign.
“This font is good people said, this font is awesome others said, I say it works well enough to waste 2 seconds of your life reading this.”
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