After pressing the ACCEPT button, the Recruiting Officer closed his Notebook and looked out at the darkening skies. It was definitely time for a beer. If they were in the pub, John Richards and Dave Silver would be buying!
*The door to the recruitment office opens in a calm manner, standing in the light is a good looking tall man with a well built body, expensive cloths and a determined look on his face, He walks to the recruitment desk surrounded by military personal and says in a stern voice, "where do i sign?"*
Personal Profile: Name: John Williams Sex: Male Home: New London Age: 26 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Height: 6'2'' Weight: 195 Body Type: Built
Background Information: John Williams was always looking up into the stars as a kid, and pretenind to be part of the Britonian Armed Forces. After persuing a high school average of 4.0 John when off to college in Cambridge where he studied Military Tactics, Law, Britonian Affairs,and War History. While at college, John was in his dorm reading up on the situation with Kusari and prepareing to give a speech over how the victory over the Nomads was accomplished. Late that night John got heard sirens going off and instantly recognized them, Nomads were spotted in the system, As John ran outside and stared up into the stars he saw the imaculous fleet of the Britonian Armed Forces, While stareing overhead John had an epiphany of what he wanted to do, He wanted to join the BAF(Britonian Armed Forces) and help protect his government and all that inhabit its systems.
"Solving problems, one supernova at a time. XD"
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A young, large man in a suit entered the BAF Recruitment Centre. Apart from the couple (dozen) of kilos he should loose, Jack Harkness looked quite normal : no beard, short black hair, brown eyes...
He approched the only BAF member in the room in quite a relaxed way, as if he didn't really care.
"What can I do for you, young man ?" the Recruiting Officer asked.
"Well, I'm looking for my kitten, he's left the house. No, seriously, I'm here to apply, doesn't it seem obvious ?" Jark replied.
"You're funny. I like that - as a civilian. However, I'm on duty, and I shall not accept this." the Recruiting Officer said, angrily.
"My bad" Jack said. "It won't happen again"
"Good. So, you wanna join the Bretonian Armed Forced. Why's that ?"
"Well, I'm Bretonian. If I can make money helping my country, then it's a win-win, don't you think ?" Jack replied, confident.
"You're straightforward. That's good. A lot of people come here, saying they wanna fight for Bretonia, while they're only seeking money. You have to guts to say that you want both. Do you have any expecience in fighting ?" the Recruiting Officer asked.
"Well, on the way here, I met a little group of Mollys. I told them I was headed to the BAF Recruitment Centre. They told me they wouldn't let me. Yet, here I am" Jack replied, proud of what he had done, and the way he put it.
"Good ! That's the spirit ! Can I see your ID, please ?"
"Sure"
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First name : Jack.
Last name : Harkness.
Date of birth : October the 4th, 793 AS.
Place of birth : New London.
Nationality : Bretonian.
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"Everything seems to be in order. You'll be contacted in a couple of days. Until then, don't do anything foolish. Got it ?" the Recruiting Officer said.
"Sure, no problem." Jack said. "See you !"
"You're not in the BAF yet, but try to show more respect towards us in the future." the recruiter said. "Oh well, anyway... See you, Jack !"
"Heh - two more for the chopping block!" laughed the Recruiting Officer, rather too loudly.
Miss Brown looked in his doorway for a moment and let him know he was being a little over the top; too many glasses of that damn whisky had loosened his tongue and addled his wits.
"Hah! Don't care anyway! Miss Brown! Send those bloody security checks off for that confident lad, er Williams, I think and that young smartass, Harkness - fine chaps, both of 'em if I'm any judge!"
He sat back with a huge smile on his face - lovely whiskey indeed.
"I will bring some strong coffee in to you, sir" said the prim voice of Miss Brown over the intercom.
A tall, slim young man entered the recruitment office wearing wearing all tweed attire and a boyish grin.
*He walks up to the recruitment officer's desk*
"Can I help you?" she asked
"well I certainly hope so, or it doesn't say much for my navigation skills does it?" he replied laughing
Seeing the stern look on the recruitment officer's face he stopped, and cleared his throat
"I'm here to sign up for the Bretonian Armed Forces" he said in an earnest tone
"you'll need to fill out this form" *hands him a clipboard*
"marvellous" he exclaimed enthusiastically
Name: Peter Baskerville son of Earl Thomas Baskerville
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Eye colour: Brown
Hair: short, Black
Height: 6ft
Build: <strike>Slim</strike> Athletic
Place of Birth: New Cambridge
Background: Raised by my parents and a staff of 60. I can trace my lineage back 12 generations on my father's side and 8 on my mother's side. Was privately tutored as a boy and went on to further education at Cambridge University. I always dreamed of joining the BAF, Father said I could join as soon as I turned 21 - he's used his connections to get me some cushy ceremonial position on the Queen's Private liner, he'd be livid if he knew I was doing this but I don't want any favours done for me, I want to be on the front lines, standing shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the Tommys.
Reason for joining: Well for the adventure of course, I want to see the universe, serve Queen and country! My grandfather says they were the best days of his life, of course he's raving mad now but what else is there worth doing in this universe?! I plan to show these Kusaris what can be achieved with a stiff upper lip and some true Bretonian grit!
*Hands in form to recruitment officer*
"Bloody exciting isn't it?" he said
"I can barely contain myself" she replied without humour
"we'll be in touch" she said, without looking up from her desk, although she couldn't help being a little effected by his enthusiasm and added "good luck" as he opened the door to leave, making him beam at her again.
A tall, dark haired Sergeant of the Bretonian Ground Forces in uniform walked in. Speaking loudly on a mobile telephone, the clerk could overhear his conversation.
"Yes dear, I know it was a big step up. No dear I will not reconsider. Yes I thought about the pension. No, I did not reject it because of you. It would have ment leaving my boys behind. Yes I realise I probably wont see them again." There was some screaming on the other end of the phone.
"No dear, I do not love them more then you. I love you very much, you know that. Yes, the children too. yes, bless their little souls." The Sergeant covered the speaker and mouthed 'I'm sorry' to the clerk.
"This is a big reassignment for me dear. I don't care about starting again I'm more use up there then I am down here. I'm not the youngest sergant in the force for nothing. I'll be back on my old pay in no time. I've already flew with some of them. Yes, they are as nice as Johnson. No, Johnson is not going to become a pilot, he took the promotion. I heard that."
By this point, everyone in the room was now staring at the man, studying the tired expressions on his face.
"Listen dear I have to go, they're waiting on me. tell the children I said hi. Well Samantha wont, she was the one who suggested it. No dear, they wont be orphaned. Good bye." and with that he shut the phone.
"Sorry about that." He apologised to everyone present.
"Er, don't worry about it." The receptionist stammered.
"Sergeant Alexander J. Coulson of the Bretonian Ground Forces, 1st Royal Infantry, Explosives Specialist, reporting for reassignment to the Bretonain Armed Forces. It is in my understanding that the boys up there have seen something special in me. I trust my papers have been sent in?"
Solomon drops a filled out application down on the desk. The first page reads:
Name: Solomon Oleander.
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Height: 7'0
Reason for joining: In need of employment.
Previous job: Freelance Mercenary.
Reason for leaving: Debt
"The most incomprehensible aspect of our universe is that we can fully comprehend it." -Albert Einstein.
Information: CV of Roger Ring ( Sorry for the delay)
From: Sandhurst Military Acadamy
To: New London Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Processing Centre
Name: Roger Ring,
Age: 26
Sex: Male,
Appearance: Average height, ginger, pale skin,
Background information: Born in Huntingdon, on planet Cambridge, spent his early half of his childhood in Gonville, attending Gonville & Claus Infants School, generally staff at the school spoke well of him, relatively well performing, Trumpington College accepted him for his Senior and OCQGs, he only left with basics in Maths, Physics and Chemistry, he had been expected to perform better but his lack of attendance of lectures.
With no choice but to leave education, he used a family connection to acquire BMM sponsorship to fund a diploma from Hackney Flight Academy, in New London. After completion of his training he was transferred to Dublin, starting on the work agreed to on his contact for sponsorship, flying a CTE 1270AV Startracker to begin with. Completing 5 years of good service, he resigned, piloting a CTE 3000 Falcon , reason given was that he was tired of fighting over something as unimportant as gold, exchanging the Falcon for 200 000 credits, the company paid had paid him well for his work at Graves, the CO also pointed him to Sandhurst Military Acadamy, based off the Battleship Suffolk in New London. Skipping basic flight training saved several months time.
Average flight grading: C Average
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