Planet New London was a lush and vibrant world, from what he could see of it. Flying craft zipped around the skyline and traffic lanes alike, like giant arteries and veins supplying the lifeblood that kept the Bretonian Capital thriving, as if there was no war outside the system.
The bustling tranquility was hypnotizing, but Daniel had seen too much to fall under it's spell. He would have liked some time to truly experience the place, but his appointment with the recruitment office precluded that, and, god willing, he was accepted by the armed forces, he doubted he would ever get that chance, until the Gallic threat was defeated once and for all. He didn't want to imagine any other outcome.
Stepping into the recruitment centre - it was unmistakable amongst the rest of the city - he identified himself to the desk clerk.
"I'm here for my appointment..."
"Right this way" He replied. "You're expected."
"I would hope so." Daniel quipped wryly.
He was led into a small office, where a lieutenant (judging by his uniform) waited, a folder laid out before him.
The clerk backed out quickly, and then the officer spoke.
"It says here that you are one Daniel O'Lachlan," The man drawled, a strange sound combined with his thick northern accent. "Caucasian male; twenty-five years-old, five-foot-eleven, blonde hair, blue eyes, passed all your physicals. Parents are divorced but both still live on planet Cambridge with your younger sister and only sibling." He paused here, glancing down at the pages in front of him again, then raising his eyebrows when he met Daniel's eyes again.
"You were formerly a novelist, before enlisting - living in and writing about the Edinburgh System, off of Perth Station?" His drawl had vanished.
Daniel swallowed uncomfortably, remembering the Gallic invasion and his own frantic escape from the system. He quashed the memory of civillian ships being ripped apart by Gallic fire, claimed to have been identified as hostiles amongst the retreating Bretonian forces. "That's right." He finally replied. "You know why I'm here, then."
The other man nodded. "Any experience with flying spacecraft?" Doubt coloured his voice.
"Some." Daniel replied "But not in combat. But I am smart - very smart, false modesty aside - my record will tell you that, so whatever I don't know I'm willing to put in 110% to learn."
The lieutenant nodded again, considering what he'd learned. Daniel waited with baited breath for what his decision would be.
. Chris Brown, 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.
. Daniel O'Lachlan, I have sent you the recruiting notes. Fill the blanks and resend them to me. Still, by reading your CV, I cant hide my high expectations towards your future career. I will be waiting for your answer.
[color=#66FF99]Priority: High
To: Bretonia Armed Forces Recruitment Center
From: George Richard Hall
Location: Unknown
Subject: Applying For Recruitment
Greetings, officer. I am George Richard Hall.
*quick steps are heard in the corridor towards the recruitment office. Then, the door suddenly opens, from which a middle-aged man, in a dark outfit, with dark hair, and a black hat on it, enters. While he walks swiftly, he throws his hat to the butler, and approaches to the recruitment desk*
And I am here to be recruited in Bretonian Armed Forces.
*the pushes a button on his transmitter*
-= Signal Lost =-
*he puts a piece of paper on the desk. On the sheet, it is written:*
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Data for Bretonia Armed Forces Recruitment
I: Name: George Richard Hall
Place of Residence: Oxford City, Planet New London
Address: Number 16 Tailor's Alley
Age: 42
Height: 1.82 meters
Weight: 79 kilograms
II: Why do you want to join Bretonia Armed Forces?
I was attracted by disposing of the dull pirates and the elephant who thinks he's a child, and sits on our doorstep, and is also called Gallia.
III: What can you bring to Bretonia Armed Forces?
I will take care there is no inprofessionalism, nor loitering in my behavior, nor in anybody else's. I can put it in effect by my strictness, discipline and capability.
IV: What are your skills in flying ships?
Although I am very strict and disciplined, I am unhappy to say that I am quite new in flying my own ships.
V: Please, write a brief history of yourself:
I was born as the 6th child of the Richard Hall family, on planet New London. By my father, I was a descendant of a lord, the first officer of one of the old Nessie class battleships. My grand grand grand father died in the battle of Plymouth, after he took command over a Nessie, when the previous captain was badly wounded. His loss brought a small gain to my family. For the loss, my ancestors got a small part of BMM as their property. I suppose they were still sad, but that improved the life for many later generations. Not mine, I'm afraid. All our assets were destroyed in the Tau war. A large part of my family is now scattered over Sirius, trying to find a chance to earn a penny. However, it looks like I was lucky. When my father died, my oldest brother inherited all his assets. He had a plan how to replenish our economy. It looks like the plan has succeeded. He has a whole bloody battleship now! But he put me only as the navigator, and put some incapable idiot called Arthur as the first officer! So, I quit. I will kill Gauls on another way. I promised him I'll kill more of them with my Templar, than he ever did with his battleship. You may know the old bat. He's Charles Richard Hall, the proud and deranged captain of HMS Thunderer.
Sincerely Yours, George Richard Hall.
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Because of the significant experience as the navigator of HMS Thunderer, I demand to be assigned as a lieutenant.
*he turns and leaves*
Farewell, respected officer.
*he takes his hat back from the butler, and opens the door by a flich. As his dark figure disappears in the dark hallway, he speaks three words:*
.George Richard Hall, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Lieutenant. Prepare your Templar and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. We have a high expectations for you. Make us all proud of your actions.
.Daniel O'Lachlan, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Ensign. Prepare your ship and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. Dont forget to turn back online your S.K.Y.P.3 channel as well.
.John Atwood, Its good to see you back and in shape to fight the gallic invaders. Congratulations for your newborn son. I hope you will continue with your excellent duty and wont allow your child to become orphan.
Welcome back Lieutenant Atwood.
A middle aged man walks into the recruitment centre, he doesn't look out of the ordinary but he has fire in his eyes, a look of vengeance and malice.
"Where do I sign up?"
The Staff Sargent looks up from his console.
"You're in the right place, sir. Name please."
"James Deschain" replies the man
"Deschain, hmm sounds Gallic to me..." The Sargent's hand moves ever so slightly to reach an unseen button under the desk
"Well it's not. It's a throwback from old Earth, a family name centuries old from a place called Scotland."
The Sargent's hand remains where it is. "How do I know you're not just a wannbe spy?"
"Do you really think I'd be that stupid to use my own godforsaken name?"
"I would hope not, sir, but we must still check ID. You do have it with you do you not?" A small smile pinched at his lips and the Sargent's voice was mocking in tone. It made Jim's blood hot, but he didn't bite back.
"Of course I do." he slid his chit across the desk with a fine finesse
"Hmm, let's see here... Born on Leeds, 36 years young, more than 2 decades flying and a small business owner... It doesn't list your current vessel here..."
"That's because it's not registered. She's the Arcadian."
"Arcadian, hmm.... a small Clydesdale freighter I see"
"She's not a freighter, she's an unregistered Gun Boat bought for my personal protection."
"I see, you realise it's a crime to captain a gunboat without the proper papers?"
"why do you think she was registered as a freighter and why do you think I'm here?"
"Why are you here Mr Deschain?"
"How long do you have?"
"Give me the abridged"
The Sargent's hand was still under the desk.
"I want to fight the Corsairs and end their reign in the Omegas and my father was tortured during the Kusari war, we never got him back. I want to make those bastards pay."
The Sargent's hand moved from the unseen button and grabbed a data slate.
"Fill this out with your details. I too was tortured by the Kusari, it's a fate worse than death. Your ship will have to be registered but mark my words son, with that surname of yours you had better keep that nose of yours clean."
*a man runs to the Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment office,he enters the the office*
Greetings sir,how may i help you *says the recruitment officer*
Greetings mate,i would like to join my Brothers and sisters in the fight for the Crown and the Kingdom *he says*
yes sir,you are at the Right place,let me fill the application for you * the officers says with smiles*
Ok thank you * he says*
What is your name , Age , Height , Weight and Where was you born ?
name : Hugh Darrow
Age:34
Height:1,76Meters
Weight:79 Kilograms
place of birth:I was Born on a Cruise Liner in New Castle
Why do you want to join the Bretonian Armed Forces?
WHAT??,Why do i want to join the BAF? ,well ,i can't sit on the couch ,While our Enemies are attacking us and ,our enemies have a Battleship in Edinburgh ,and cant help my Brothers and sisters in fighting pirates and Gallic forces,and to defend my Kingdom and the Queen
with all due respect ,this is not a question to ask *Hugh answers in Angry voice*
can i fill the rest of application please *Hugh says*
sure sir *officer says *
application Form
I.What will you offer the BAF ?
will offer them Loyalty ,good fighting skills ,and Honor and my life in the good and defense of the Kingdom and the Crown
What are your ship's flying skills?
i am good in Flying most of the ships ,especially capital ships
Write a small Biography about yourself:
my name is Hugh Darrow,Born on a Cruise Liner in a Trip in New Castle
When i was a child,i always Watched my Brothers and sisters Fighting our Enemies Pirates,and everyday i had the same Dream,that i am with them Fighting for the Kingdom.
My mother is a trader in Gateway When i was a child she most of the Times take me with her in her Trading ship,learned me how to drive Transports,My Father is an Ex-police officer ,he always encouraged me to be a Police officer or a a BPA officer ,well he was my example,i always take his advices ,and never regret it
and now i worked somehow in Gateway as an escort for Traders
end of Form
Here you are *Hugh says Proudly!! *
Thank you sir *the Officer says smiling *
*Hugh leaves the office slowly with a big smile on his face ,and walks in nice slow steps until he is out of Sight*
. James Deschain and Hugh Darrow, you both deserve to be in our ranks but first to finish the recruitment you need to answer on few more questions. I've sent you both the blanks. Once you are ready with them resend them to me.
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