The small, skinny looking man entered the recruitment office, feebly pushing the door ajar and sliding himself through the gap. The nervous look on his face told the recruitment officer straight away he didn't want to be there. His patriotic father had forced him to go, threatened to kick him out if he didn't sign up. The young man couldn't have been more different from his father, he was interested in computers, while his father was a metal worker; the man was weak, not a fighter, while his father was a strong, aggressive man.
The recruitment officer looked at him with a slight hint of amusement at the man's delicate build. "I... I... I'd like t... ti si... sign up p... please," he wimpered. The officer held in his laughs as he extended his arm, pushing the recruitment form towards the man. "Fill this out; bring it back tommorow," he barked. The man took the form and left as he'd entered. Walking down the corridor he began to fill the form in. "Name..." he said, under his breath, "Dan Robinson."...
A strong, burly, well built man walks into the recruitment office. As he approaches the desk, the recruitment officer looks up from the papers at the approaching man. He notices the man walks like a BAF commander, without the air of authority the walk contains. A meadal and rank badge hang from the mans hand. He snaps into a salute as he reaches the desk shouting "SIR! REPORTING FOR RECRUITMENT, SIR!". "at ease" smiles the recruitment officer. He offers a seat to the man and begins the questioning. "So son, what's your name?" "Joseph Wolf sir. before we carry on, i was told to gove you these as recomendation." he hands over the rank badge and medal. "who gave you these son?" "My father gave them to my brother. he was supposed to be the next in the family to join the BAF but was in an accident that paralysed him from the waist down. i've been a grease monkey all my life and now its time i stepped up like my father, my grandfather, his father, like they all have. the last time i saw my father was before he went on an expedition to kusari space. His battleship was declared M.I.A. with all hands missing." "who was your father son?" "admiral Wolf of the Battleship 'Wolfpack'. he had a fleet with him at the time and they went missing too" "tell me son, why do you really want to join?" asked the concerned recruitment officer. "i want to be a commander of my own capital ship so that i may go and recover whatever remains of my father and his crew, and to make the people that kidnapped him pay, ermm, sir" replied Joseph. "I'll pass this all on to my superior, but im not sure if these medals will help. you may leave now" ended the recruitment officer.
. Joseph Wolf, there are some problems about your application. I see a lot of revenge flowing from you. The armed forces are not unlawful organisation where the recruits can have free time to avenge their fallen comrades. We look for serious and disciplined people who will follow orders and do the necessary to defend their homeland.
The first issue is that we dont know you and second - we cant possibly give you permission to fly a capital ship.
I have two options for you:
- If you already have a capital ship, then register it as independent under your command. You can still offer us help if necessary.
- If you already have a fighter or bomber ships, then keep them independent and fly with our pilots to build some reputation. Once I hear some good words about you and see your actions in middle of important battle then I will welcome you in our ranks.
I am looking forward to meet you in space, recruit, but you are not yet an ensign.
I was hoping to advance to commanding a capital ship at some point so i am happy to fight alongside your pilots in my fighter for now sir. it may seem like revenge for you, but i just want to make my father proud sir. i hope you can understand. in the meantime i will fly with your pilots and assist any way i can. thank you sir
.Dan Robinson and David.Brown, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Ensign. Prepare your ships: Templar or Paladin and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. We are expecting to hear only good things about you both. Make us all and your country proud of your actions.
Jim Jones is the name. I had a stable childhood on New London. Nothing much to speak about.
At University i studied Military History and tactics at Cambridge University. Passed with distinction. After graduation i worked in a scrap yard putting in 15 hour days to save for my first Ship. 3 Years later i purchased the Startracker. Nothing special but it got me around and about the stars.
Spent the last few years just sailing through the stars. Got into some bother with some Kusari outlaws demanding tribute. A tribute i just didnt have. I thought it was game over until 3 angels in the form of BAF captains came to my rescue.
Never knew Kusari ships could move so fast. I offered what i had as a thank you but it was declined and away the captains went.
It was then i knew what i wanted to do with my life. I want to keep Bretonia Skies safe from the possible invading armies of the north and i will do whatever i can to do so.
.Jim Jones, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Ensign. Prepare your ships: Templar or Paladin and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. We are expecting to hear only good things about you.
Bart Simpson walks into the recruitment office wearing his trademark Blue sneakers, shorts, and red t-shirt. His hair is short and spiked, befitting a young man of mischievous demeanor. Though he enjoyed pranks far greater in his youth. Now a man of 25 years old, Bart Simpson seeks other forms of entertainment than harassing his younger sister or causing his parents untold amounts of grief. He seeks a life of responsibility, excitement, and danger. A way to prove himself to the father he suspects never truly loved him and to receive the adoration of women across the galaxy. For you see Bart is a lonely man. His pranks have earned him a dubious reputation on Springfield Station, the only home he has ever known, and apparently the lady folk there don't take too kindly to ruffians and ne'er-do-wells.
And so, seeking a prosperous future, the love of his abusive alcoholic father, and the promise of meeting hot babes, Bart Simpson signs on the dotted line. As he walks out of the recruitment office and hops on his red skateboard he feels a sense of accomplishment, and for the first time in his bleak existence, a sense of hope.
. Bart Simpson, your name is unknown to me as well as your deeds. If you are serious about your application then I will give you 2 weeks to prove yourself. Fly with our pilots and build a name as independent and then if everything is in tact you will be promoted to Ensign. Until then your application is on hold.
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