He raised an eyebrow, somewhat suspicious of his lack of information. Still, they needed the pilots.
"Aight, kiddo, go get your uniform. You'll be watched closely though, since we don't officially have a Foreign Legion. Don't take it personally, pilot, we like immigrants here, we're just a bit edgy.
Also, a word of caution. Some of the boys aren't big fans of Zoners. See them as war profiteering bastards. As of right now, you are not a Zoner. You are a Bretonian that was born on a Freeport."
He glared, then shook Ferron's hand,
"You're no longer a civilian, Ensign! That means you now call me sir, am I understood!?"