Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[CommanderX]

My proper name is Maier Fox - Mr. X said, however new recruits entered office and started to make they aplications.
After waiting some time, Maier Fox decided to ask - Excuse me Sir, do my aplication to bretonia armed forces was accepted ?
Maier Fox stand little afraid waiting for ansver.

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[Wolfs Ghost]

Roger nodded towards the new lads that just walked in and pushed some more applications forwards.

"Fill these out if you want your application to even be processed, that goes for all of you. Including you Mister Fox." He said coldly, yet carried a small grin on his face.

1.) How many Bretonian fleets are there, and what is the flag ship of each?

2.) Name two people on the Admiralty board?

3.) Who is the Bretonian Prime Minister?

4.) Name four of our enemies, excluding the Kusari Empire.

5.) If a trader is caught running the Leeds-Stokes blockade, what do you do?

6.) Name all the Bretonian combat vessels and their registration number. (Fighters/Bombers/Capital ships)

7.) You are in the commanders chair of a Bretonian Destroyer. You are leading a mix fleet of Outcasts, Bretonians, and Kusari rebels. Between you and Planet Leeds stands two Kusari battleships. Your forces consist of three fighters, two bombers, one destroyer, and a bretonian battleship. What do you do?

8.) Who is the Queen of Bretonia, Empress of the Tau's, and Protectorate of the Omegas?

9.) Name, and explain, the Bretonian Interstellar Charter, in your own words.

10.) Bob was caught smuggling supplies down the Stokes blockade. He says he's taking the cargo to MacDuff, in Tau-31. What do you do?

11.) Name three illegal cargo types, aside from Cardamine and Artifacts, and what you do if you catch a smuggler, smuggling them.

12.) Name and explain, in detail, the Treaty of Curacao and the Treaty of Bethlehem.

13.) What is the main purpose of the Bretonian Armed Forces?

14.) A fellow pilot has been captured by enemy forces, what do you do?

15.) Bretonia is over-ran by the following groups, Bretonian Buccaneers operating in Leeds, Mollys operating in New London and Dublin, Kusari Forces preparing an attack on Planet Leeds, Gaians harassing transports heading to MacDuff, Lane Hackers and Liberty Rogues are hitting important shipments in Cortez and Magellan, Corsair capital ships are preparing a raid in Cambridge. Who do you stop first?

16.) Your fleet is attacked by a small force of Kusari ships, which includes two bombers, three fighters, and one Destroyer. Your fleet consists of equal numbers, two bombers, three fighters and one destroyer. You are ordered to attack the enemy capital ship first, you happen to be piloting a fighter. Do you follow your orders or protect you capital ship from the enemy bombers?

17.) A caught blockade runner attempts to bribe you 30,000,000 credits to let him get away cleanly. What do you do?

18.) What do you think are the causes of the Bretonian - Kusari War?

19.) What are the rules and regulations of the Armed Forces? Explain in your own words.

20.) Recite the Armed Forces Motto.

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[Wolfs Ghost]

Hans leaned forwards and put a few stamps on the papers he had just received.

"Ensign Maiser Fox, Ensign Daniel Haynes, and Ensign Matt Griffon." He said, "Welcome to the Bretonian Armed Forces, please head out to the Derby where you'll all receive room and board, as well as your standard issue side arm. Get yourselves out there without any further questions, and pronto."

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[Leokaiser]

Rose entered the recruitment center with strides of purpose and a haste that was reflected in her hurried scanning of the room. A groan of dismay escaped her lips as her gaze alighted upon the desk of Roger Hans; there was a queue - only in Bretonia.

To be fair, there was only four people waiting to collect their application forms, and one of those was dealt with almost instantly, but in the minute it took to send the next one off to fill in the paperwork, the stern blond woman was rapidly filling with impatiant rage. "There's a war going on, what kind o' a system is this?" she thought, though was vaguely aware that her discomfort was probably more to do with the strange feeling of solid rock under her feet.

She didn't bother waiting for the third applicant to be issued his forms. Cutting the line, she was about to make her demands of poor Hans when she was rudely interupted by the fellow she had just displaced.

"Do you mind? I think I was..." the tall, beefy chap began in protest. His words were abruptly cut off when Rose whipped around to glare at him. Her scowl was impressive, and the ferocity of her gaze was barely diminshed by the fact she had to crane her neck slightly to meet that of the complainer. A silent battle was fought, eyes locked together for a drawn out second, but her victory was confirmed when the man took a half step backwards. "Another minute won't kill me", the movement of the man's feet said. "But you might" said the twitch in his cheek.

Rounding on Hans, the voice that issued forth matched her angry face. Ayr is not a place famed for pleasantries.

"Right. I'm here tae apply. These the forms? This one? And this one? Right, I'll just be a wee minute." Without bothering to get confirmation, or even for poor Hans to offer said forms, she snatched the paperwork up and hurried over to a desk to begin scribling furiously.

Name: <strike>Roisin</strike> Rose McBride
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Place of Birth: Planet Ayr
Nationality: Bretonian
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 61 kg

History: I've been piloting for as long as I remember. My father used to let me take the helm of his frieght runner when I was very young, so I've always felt at home in a cockpit. This was before he was arrested for Artifact smuggling, after which I stayed with my uncle, operating out of Leeds. He was a Freelancer, so I didn't get to go out with him much, but he gave me a taste of flying a combat vessal when he let me fly his CSV; I was assured the resultant damages to shipyard Norfolk wouldn't go on my record - I was only 12.

After my uncle was blown up for associating with the Mollys, I was cut off from space until I was old enough to apply for the Police Authority training program, where I graduated with honors. I've been serving the BPA for nearly 5 years now.

Combat experience: In my years of service with the BSA I've engaged in combat countless fighters belonging to the Mollys, Corsairs and Gaians, as well as dealing with a few hacked lanes. I can fly most light to heavy fighters, with most of my combat piloting being done in a Crusader.

Reason why want join Bretonia Armed Forces: Corsairs and Mollys are small fish. With the Kusari knocking on our jumpgates, I'm certain my talents would be better served in the Armed Forces; Her Majesty needs all the skilled pilots Bretonia can offer.

Her hand moved at a lightning pace. Damn, how she needed to be back up in space already. How people could stand to live in natural gravity the whole of their lives was beyond her. She only paused once to shoot daggers at that rude man as he sat down at a desk a safe distance away from her.

"Done" she proclaimed as she dropped the completed forms back in front of Hans, once again ignoring the ineffectual queuing system. "Ye gonnae check it the now? C'mon, hurry it up!"

Poor Hans, a recruiters life isn't always easy.

[Wolfs Ghost]

Hans raised an eyebrow as the lass snatched up the correct papers, and then continued to stare hard at her. He shook his head slightly and leaned back.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to see her standing in front of his desk, asking rather rudely if he was going to check the papers that were laying on the table infront of him. He nodded a bit, "I could check them. Or I could tell you that the Armed Forces aren't looking for sassy lasses like you."

With a chuckle he picked the papers up and quickly read over them.

"I notice how you scared that lad a second ago with that cold look, and if you're going to be flying with us, I'd suggest you keep the scowl off your face when superiors are around." He glanced up a bit, smirking. "There may be a war going on, but we have an orderly process going on here. I'm glad you're in a hurry to get back into the action, or to get a piece of the war, and you came just in time before the que was actually full. So, congratulations, Ensign McBride."

He paused for a second before continuing, "Derby Fleet, you'll get everything you need once you're on board the Derby. Standard issued pistol will be given to you when you arrive. Talk to your quarter master."

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[Leokaiser]

Rose shuffled about sheepishly, trying to suppress a smirk. 'Sassy' seemed like a compliment to her, and reading Hans expression gave her the suggestion her fine spirit wasn't entirely lost on the recruiter. Still, best not to start off on the wrong foot, so she resisted making a quip about how, in space, no one can see you scowl.

"Yes Sir!" she settled on instead, tranforming her enthusiasm into sheer volume, and adding a crisp salute for good measure. "I'll do Her Majesty proud, or die tryin'." With that, she set off at a near jog, hungry to get back into space and into the real action.

[caan]

*A large grizzly man slowely walked up to the armed forces recruitment office on Leeds*
John -I'm here to change to active status, how do we proceed from here sir?
Clerk -You start with filling in this form and I will forward it through the proper channels.

*The man starts to fill the form almost with an afterthought*


******Info Sheet*******
Name (First and Last): John Marguise
Callsign: Caan
Gender: M
Age: 32
Date of Birth: 785AS
Place of Birth: in orbit above Cambridge
Nationality: Bretonian

Fitness: Relaxed
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 93 kg
Vision: 20/20

Brief History of yourself and your family:
Grown up on an independent trader with the entire crew as parents, Claude and Richard are my dads but everyone took part in the upbringing. Got 3 brothers who was also adopted at a young age where im number 2 in the line.

When trade starting to become scarce my dads started to take on longer contracs for large companies, when they finally retired after many years in space they left the ship to all sons wishing us to cooperate, it worked for a few years but then we went after the contracted deals aswell. The problem with this was that the corporations only wanted to deal with the captainm we decided to make our oldest brother Yonas captain for the sake of business. Things started to crackle and me and my youngest brother Maresh decided to leave him to the business, we still get a percentage though while persuing our flying ambitions. Yonas made a long term contract for the Montclare with Bowex, I joined the reserves and Maresh started to fly as a Bowex escort.

Previous Medical History:
Some smaller injuries during the course as a trader such as bruised fists, dislocated shoulders etc. but nothing hindering
Combat experience:
Trader gunnery officer on the Montclare and later as a reserve in the Navy, both as a Fighter pilot and a Bomber pilot

Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces:
I love to fly, I hate things that disrupts trade like wars and criminals.

List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):

-Tolerant
-Calm
-Intelligent
-Mature
-Dedicated
-Well versed
-widely-travelled


Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:
I always felt that the reserves was a training ground, been there done that, time to take the step to become a dependant part of the Bretonian war machine.
******Info Sheet******


*After many minutes the man walks back to the counter*
John -What happens now then sir?
Clerk -Im sure someone will contact you shortly.
Clerk -To speed up the process I recommend you to stay here on Leeds for a few days to answer any follow up questions if the need arises.
John -Will do sir, hope to hear back from you shortly.

[caan]

*John Marguise enters the recruitment office yet again, walks up to the clerk, looking a bit disturbed*

John -Sir, I've been sitting in a small isolated hotel room out at the space port for nearly a week, I hope there is nothing wrong with my application?
Clerk -Well John, the forces that be, haven't said a thing to me, I'm sure that you are not forgotten, maybe just some errors in the transfer from the reserves.
Clerk - I will send out a reminder, are you still staying on the port?
John -No sir, I can't afford any more nights in a hotel, I will have to undock and sleep in space.
John -I will be reachable on the coms, maybe I go and stay with relatives while this plays out.
Clerk -Well John, I will do everything in my power to speed it up, but you have to hang in there.
John -Ok, sir *laughing* I will not join the Corsairs yet then-
John -Farewell sir
Clerk - Goodbye yourself

[Dart]

Sir Lancelot enter the recruitment office. His grayish hair and the young countable of his face create a strange sense of idiosyncrasy with the man. He comes to the receptionist and tells states his desire to join the Armed forces as a career. He recently acquired a challenger by means unclear. just by simply entering Salisbury with a very large stash of credits at his disposal. his initial reason for enlisting in the army, was to repel the Kusari attacks on leeds and bretonia. his philosophy was that no man or women should be forced out, or destroyed by the planet they were born in.

but after witnessing the excess piracy from the mollys and corsairs, he decided that his stay in the army would be prolonged, and therefore

Name (First and Last): Leroy Lancelot
Callsign: Sir.Lancelot
Gender: M
Age: I dont remember. i like counting the gray hairs i have though. some people say im only 20... but i don't remember as i never celebrated my birthday.
Place of Birth: On a luxury liner headed to liberty
Nationality: Bretonian

the receptionist told Lancelot that his application would be processed. so he left to continue his mission of defending leeds

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[Token]

Benjamin Taylor took a deep breath as he stood outside the BAF Recruiting Center near the New London Spaceport; Hundreds of thoughts wizzed through his head, what would his mother think, he stiffined, what would his father?

"you are aware that you can't be standin' in the middle of the bloody sidewalk all day" a male voice came from next to him, causing him to jump a good foot in the air. Benjamin spoke softly to the man "what should I do?". Benjamin came in at 6'3 making him far taller than the small man, he had tanned skin and was very well built, at a glance one might think him intimidating, until you heard him talk of course, he had a quite voice but it was deep and resonated kindness.

the little man spoke again "if yer gonna do it just do it, don't jus' stand there". He sidestepped Benjamin and kept walking down the street.

Benjamin turned back to the door, took a deep breath and walked through.

*-*-Recruit Survey-*-*

Name: Benjamin Taylor

Age: 21

Sex: M

Relationship Status: Single

Occupational Selection: Pilot

Relevent Experience: Piloted Planetery shuttles for Taylor's Taxi Service

(if Pilot)Preffered Callsign: Wildcat

Education: Basic Flight School

Reason for Joining: always wanted to join the Military

Other Experience: Mechanincal

Place of Residence: The Langham Hotel, Rm. 229

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The Recruiter took the Survey from Benjamin "we'll contact you if you've been selected, good luck chap"

"thank you, sir"

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Junker Proverb: It is good to be brave, but it is also good to be careful. If you are careful, you will not get into situations that require you to be brave.