Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[pbrione]

A brief note delivered to the desk of the recruitment officer;

Suffolk Fleet - Recruitment Centre

Note: Interviewed and accepted provisional recruitment of one "Thomas Marne" yesterday into the Suffolk Fleet, 1st Battlefleet, III Sq. 1 Flotilla, C Wing. Recruitment office appeared to be closed yesterday due to some "technical difficulties" with the neural net, I therefore got the lad started on setting up myself to save time, though I see you are thankfully now once more operational. The non-comissioned Ensign Thomas Marne has been instructed to visit the recruitment office at once in order to update the neccessary forms and paperwork. Expect him shortly. Feel free to give him the usual quiz / questioning for your files / personal amusement.

[font=Georgia]Nelson

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>

[bluntpencil2001]

Longhorn starts to wonder if he's going to tell the story in details, but perhaps that'd be too time time-consuming?...

"My father died serving for the Liberty Security Force, but it wasn't just a tragic accident. It was a rescue
mission of several Liberty Navy pilots shot down in Kusari space. While under way to his destination in Kusari
space the headquarters suddenly lost all contact to his ship - claiming he died because of engine failure and
explosion.

The Liberty Navy won't explain what Navy Pilots were doing in Kusari, and keeps all cards tight. However,
leaked confidentiel files revealed that my father was shot down by Black Dragons, and The Kusari Police had
held back information that could lead to the explenation of my father's death. The Liberty Navy refuse
to comment, and I take their silence as a rejection of my Liberty blood."

"My mother called it a conspiracy, and shortly after the death of my father we moved to New London. So here I am
in Bretonia, wanting to fight the Kusari for the disrespect of human lives."

Admiral Andrews raised an eyebrow, not believing anything this man said. The LSF weren't going to give over details of any secret missions their pilots were on.

Maybe the kid's mother was telling him lies to cover up the fact that his dad ran off with some skank? No way to find out, really.

"Right, kiddo, since yer an immigrant, I want you to tell me what the best thing about Bretonia is. Chop chop!"

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[Longhorn]

Longhorn's wondering what connection the question has to his application, and wants to come up with a good answer, but he's only thinking for a second before answering the question.

"I definitely love the huge intake of tea here in Bretonia. I don't like all the coffee they drink and all the donuts they eat in Liberty."

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New to freelancer

[bluntpencil2001]

The Admiral scribbled some notes on various bits of paper...

"And your favourite tea? Green? Milk?"

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[Longhorn]

"Earl Grey with sugar, and no milk."

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New to freelancer

[bluntpencil2001]

Admiral Andrews sighed a little at the stereotype, but it was acceptable.

He pushed a button, activating his comlink.

"Excuse me, lassy, please bring through some Earl Grey and sugar for the applicant. No need for milk..."

He paused for a moment,

"And some liquor for myself."

He reached his hand across the table.

"Congratulations, Ensign Longhorn, you're now Bretonian Armed Forces. Hop to it!"

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[Longhorn]

A self-satisfied smile spread on Longhorns face, and not only because of being accepted into the Bretonian Armed Forces, but also because he had guessed the admiral was under the influence of something.

Longhorn smiled while shaking the admiral's hand. "Thank you sir, you will not regret."

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New to freelancer

[Drake]

A young man entered the recruitment office and wordlessly placed his forms on the desk. He was little more than a kid, really. A casual guess would place him at about sixteen years of age, but the ID he supplied with the completed enlistment forms place him at a fully-legal twenty. Alexander R. Moss, born and raised on Cambridge. Would be starting his third year at the University soon, working on a degree in Gravitational Engineering of all things, if he hadn't dropped out to enlist. Parents were still alive and well on Cambridge, no loss of immediate family or friends due to the war, no bright future shattered by the Kusari hostilities. Reason For Enlistment is answered with a single word, 'Patriotism'.

Alex stood before the recruitment officer's desk, shifting uncomfortably under the scrutiny and awaiting the inevitable questions.

[bluntpencil2001]

The Admiral had already poured his recently delivered glass of brandy out of the window by the time the student had arrived. That stuff was horrific. He made sure to spill some on his sleeve, though. Appearances and all that.

"Enlistment...hmm... no, I don't think so, kiddo."

Andrews shook his head...

"You're studying Gravitational Engineering... marks look decent so far... you should be applying to be an officer, Moss."

He took his pen and scored over the application, changing a few things.

"Right, there's a problem with your application, though..."

He squinted, before continuing quietly,

"Why did we lose Stokes and Glasgow, Mister Moss?"

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[Drake]

Alex opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He paused for a long moment, considering the question carefully, before finally answering. "The Kusari invaders have the advantage of numbers, which they threw directly at us, like a spear. We held them at the Tau-31 gate for awhile, but eventually sheer numbers overwhelmed us, and they pushed through in the hope of quickly seizing Planet Leeds... Which failed, fortunately. But the brute force attack was enough to take the jumpgate and Stokes, and leave them at the doorstep of Leeds, though I expect their casualties were high."

He paused again for a moment to take a breath, then continued. "Of course, by making such an attack, pushing onward to Leeds without first securing Tau-31 and Dundee, they leave themselves open to a counterattack which could, God willing, leave their forces divided and cutoff from help. If they cannot very quickly secure their flanks, they'll be forced to fall back at least as far as Glasgow, if not all the way back into the Taus."