“Hello Sergeant”, a rather bland-looking young man greeted the recruitment officer cheerfully. “How are you today?” “Oh just sit down and be quiet”, said the sergeant, emanating a carefully groomed aura of disdain. Desk duty had not been kind to his disposition. His face red with embarrassment the young man sat down, and no longer trusting the outcome of this interview started figeting with his feet. “Sit still, son”, the sergeant mumbles. Three hours later, the young man checks his watch, but only concludes that the longest five minutes of his life just came to pass. Finally, the sergeant looks up from his computer. “Well then, what do you want?” “I’d like to enlist with the Bretonian Armed Forces Sir.” Rolling his eyes at yet another idealistic nitwit trying to reach for glory he let out an exasperated sigh at all the paperwork he’ll have to fill out, and grabbed the form.
“Last name…”
“Cox, sir”
“First name…”
“Isaac”
With cold calculation, the sergeant looks up from his desk. “Are you trying to prank me, son?” “No Sir, Isaac Cox, that’s my name. My parents, they weren't...” With a slight pull in the corner of his mouth and a cold look in the eyes, the sergeant cuts him off “Well then, let’s move this along. Age and birthplace?”
“I am 26 years old, and was born on New London. I would really absolutely LOVE to sign up with…”
Abruptly the sergeant interrupts “You know what, I really can’t be bothered. Here’s the form, fill it out yourself if you so insist on wasting your life away in the military.” Thankful for avoiding any further conversation with the sergeant, Isaac scribbles down the answers.
Quote:Education: Degree in Mechanical engineering at the New London School of Engineering Place of residence: New London Family situation: Both parents deceased, one brother, deceased. Motivation: I have always wanted to serve in the BAF, but a personal motive gave me the final push. After our parents had deceased, and I enrolled in college, my brother began working for Bowex. It seemed like a magnificent gig at the time until he was killed in a molly encounter. At that point, I decided it was my duty to Bretonia, and to my brother personally to sign up and endeavor to make Bretonia space a safer place for civilians. Previous experience: I have travelled around Sirius, and during my time studying mechanical engineering I have studied ship design of many Bretonian models.
. Isaac Cox, your request to join the Armed Forces is 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.
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Sir, request permition to join the forces sir. I have experience flying. I got my aerospace commercial liscence when I was 14. I know how to fly and I know the drill. My name is Winters. RIchard D. My dad had a independent trading company and I used to man the turrets.
Name: Winters
First name: Richard
Age: 28
Birthplace: Leeds
Serial number: 66458k1778
Military experience: E company, 2nd battalion, 101st airbone, 506 parachute Infintry regiment.
Sir! I just wanna say sir. I will proudly serve under your command and win glory for my self and others. I will defend mother bretonia with all my heart. I will serve with the Bretonian Armed Forces. SIR!
. Richard Winters, your request to join the Armed Forces is 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.
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Steady footsteps are heard all the way down the hallway....
Connor: Greetings sir
Office Secretary: to you as well
Connor: My name is Connor Sharks, and I'd like to serve among your lines.
Office Secretary: hmmm.... Your accent doesn't seem Bretonian..
Connor: you're right, I come from Liberty, I used to be a pilot in the Navy.
Office Secretary: I see, well, welcome sir..... But why join us?
Connor: It's complicated, I used to fly with the 41st| Task Force, but there was some problems and I decided to leave and fight with my homeland's ally. Don't worry there was nothing really dangerous, It was just a difference between visions and I left.
Office Secretary: Thank you sir you, will receive our reply soon...
. Connor Sharks, your request to join the Armed Forces is under consideration, this is a special case since we don't usually take foreigners into the Armed Forces.
Sign the documents which have been sent to you, and we'll see how it goes.
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An older, gruff looking man walks into the recruitment office.
After waiting in line, he gets to the secretary's desk and hands in his papers. The secretary gives them a brief glance:
Name: Angus Graham
Age: 32
Birthplace: Leeds
Citizenship: Bretonian
Notes: Former freelance transport pilot - caught in the Tau-31 system during the Gallic invasion. Managed to salvage and repair a derelict Challenger bomber, and has been flying it ever since.
Angus: "I've fought alongside some of your officers, and what with the new draft measures passing, I figured I'd be better serving the country by signing up rather than waiting for some bloke to come knocking on my door. I've got combat experience, if that helps the case."
. Angus Graham, your request to join the Armed Forces is 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.
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