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Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Lancelot9 - 12-30-2009
Sirens draw nearer and nearer to the recruitment office. Two police escort vehicles come to a halt followed by a luxuriously hand crafted Rolls Royce, one of the few brought over from Earth in 0 AS. The valet steps out of the car and opens the passenger door.
"Thank you Jeeves" says the young, clean shaven man as he walks past towards the office, with an air of confidence that could certainly be misinterpreted as arrogance. As he enters, he takes off his top hat and his white gloves, and strolls towards the desk.
"Hello, my friends call me Lancelot, yes, yes, son of Lord Lancelot. I take it there is a form to fill in?"
The receptionist looks on with a mixture of condemnation and admiration. "Yes indeed, here it is."
"Thank you, Miss...?"
"Miss Moneypenny" she says with a smile creeping onto her face.
"Thank you very much Miss Moneypenny" Lancelot says as he sneaks her a wink. He proceeds to fill in the form.
Quote:Name: Lancelot
Date of birth: 795AS
Place of birth: New London
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: Son of Lord and Lady Lancelot.
Fitness: Aveage
Height: 187cm
Vision: 20/20
Injuries/Illness: None
Previous occupation(s): Entrepreneur
Combat experience:
On occasion, escorted transports I owned to certain parts of Sirius, but most experience confined to duels with friends from Eton and Cambridge.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
I am appalled every time I see in the news that our borders are being invaded by the Kusari, and more than anything wish to serve Queen and Country.
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job:
Driven
Loyal
Courageous
Quick thinking
Intelligent
"There we go Miss Moneypenny; is that all?"
"Please take a seat and wait for processing - it shouldn't take too long"
Jeeves whispered in Lancelot's ear: "Sir I must attend to the banquet arrangements for this evening."
"Very well Jeeves. I shall see you later then!"
And with that he sat down and pulled out the Bretonian Financial Times.
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 01-02-2010
Austin walked in, right past the man reading the newspaper.
One could say he looked pretty beaten up, stress out, others would quickly dismiss it all as him being drunk. Though it wasn't the latter.
"Oh! Mister Goodmen!" Came a shout from behind. He stopped quickly and turned, "Yes?" He replied, as the lady stopped infront of him handing him a couple of folder files. "More applicants, Sir." She said, as he took the files away. She bowed quickly, for no apparent reason, and left.
"More cannon fodder." He mumbled under his breath, opening the folder as he carefully navigated his way to his desk in the back office. "Lancelot. Heh, the lad doesn't have a bloody first name. Either that, or doesn't have a last name."
He shrugged and took a seat then pressed the communicator. "Send the next lad that wants to di...Fight for his country."
"Yes sir." Came a reply back.
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The lady that was just talking to Austin, walked over to the awaiting man. "Mister Lancelot, Lieutenant Commander Goodmen will see you now."
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Lancelot9 - 01-02-2010
Lancelot stood up and the lady guided him to a door which he duly knocked.
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 01-03-2010
"Come in" Austin said, mumbling and rubbing his temple.
The door opened and Lancelot proceeded inside, standing at attention in the front of the Lieutenant Commanders desk.
"Mister Lancelot, you're application is missing your first name." Austin said, after clearing his throat and looking up. "I can't really compile this into the Armed Forces database, without a first name."
He leaned forwards in his chair pushing a piece of paper forwards, it was brand new application form.
"Application Wrote:Name: (First and Last)
Callsign:
Gender:
Age:
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Nationality:
Fitness:
Height:
Weight:
Vision:
Brief History of yourself and your family:
Previous Medical History:
Combat experience:
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces:
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Rashan - 01-03-2010
*Slowly and silently moves forward to the officer's office, when he arrives there he knock's on the door and waiting for any reply. He has big hopes, about joining the mititary. He always wanted to be an army man. *
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Lancelot9 - 01-03-2010
Lancelot scribbled as quickly and legibly as he could, sneaking peaks at his old application in the dustbin for consistency.
Well it seems I used an old application, and I don't usually like to give my first name as it makes it absurdly easy to find out that I have a peerage, never-the-less, here you go.
Quote:Name (First and Last): Humphrey Lancelot
Callsign: Lancelot
Gender: M
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 795AS
Place of Birth: New London
Nationality: Bretonian
Fitness: Aveage
Height: 187cm
Weight: 10 Stone
Vision: 20/20
Brief History of yourself and your family: Son of Lord and Lady Lancelot. I have been an entrepreneur in Sirius for the last four years, and now wish to find a cause to dedicate myself to. With a history of serving Crown and Country in the family (father is head of the judiciary) I think this is a worthy place to start.
Previous Medical History: Broken leg from school football, slight allergy to peanut flavoured synth paste, and type 541 Gaian Wildlife.
Combat experience: On occasion, escorted transports I owned to certain parts of Sirius, but most experience confined to duels with friends from Eton and Cambridge.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces: I am appalled every time I see in the news that our borders are being invaded by the Kusari, and more than anything wish to serve Queen and Country.
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
Driven
Loyal
Courageous
Quick thinking
Intelligent
Dedicated
Charismatic
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from: Yes, transferring as I always wanted to be part of the BAF, and I was told the reserve fleet was merely the first step.
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 01-04-2010
He peered over the application, reading everything. "Humphrey," He said simply, and rather bluntly, "I can see why you don't want anyone to know your first name."
He pushed the paper aside and looked up at the man, glancing past him when he heard a knock at the door. "Come in." He said lightly before peering back at the man currently standing in front of him. "Mister Lancelot, I want you to name three members of the Admiralty board, and their position within the fleet."
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Rashan - 01-04-2010
*He is pushing slowly the door to open, and he steps inside. Both of them can see now him, an avarege looking like man. After he come in he close back the door, and stand close to it. *
- Good Day-
*He say nothing more than this, and then he waits for his turn, as he can see someone else is trying to get in the army too. Maybe both of them get inside together? May the future tell them.*
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Tensdale - 01-04-2010
A young man walked into The Recruitment Centre, up the desk and asked.
"Can I please get an application?"
"Ofcourse you can" Said the lady at the desk and handed the lad a sheet of paper.
He then sat down for a couple of minutes writing everything down before handing in the application:
Quote:Name: Jason Tensdale
Callsign: Tensdale
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Date of Birth: June 20th, 797 A.S
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds
Nationality: Bretonian
Fitness: Normal
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Vision: L: 20/20, R: 05/20
Brief History of yourself and your family: I grew up on Planet Leeds, joined the Reserve at age 18 and have undergone training ever since. My father was a Commander in BAF and was KIA in 814 while defending the border in Tau-31.
My mon died giving birth to me. I've been living with me grandparents since the death of my father.
Previous Medical History: I have the eye disease "Nystagmus", but it isn't the normal kind. It's a special form where I am able to control the twitches wich makes me able to react much faster than normal. The only handicap is my eyesight on my right eye.
Combat experience: I have had alot of training, but I have still not had in any real life combat experience.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces: I would like to show my respect for the crown, my loyality for my country. I've known I wanted to join the Armed Forces since I was 16 years old. I want to prove my worth. To help protect the borders against Kusari. To help Bretonia conquer the Kusari forces whereever it is needed.
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
Indepedent
Competitive
Tolerant
Adventurous
Loyal
Flexible
Tactful
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:
I would like to follow in my fathers footstep, so I joined the reserve to recieve the training required to join The Armed Forces.
"How long will it take to get processed? Can I wait here or will I have to go home and wait?" The young man asked.
The receptionist then replied:
"Take a seat over there. We'll have to do a background check first. I'll get back to you in a couple of minutes."
Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Lancelot9 - 01-05-2010
"Hmm well correct me if I'm wrong but there is Nelson who runs the BAF, Nelles, the Defence Minister, and McKenna who comes in second after Admiral Nelson"
Lancelot paused a moment eyeing up the scruffy man - "I say, you look rather ruffled - fancy supper tonight? My valet has just informed me over my neural comms that one of our guests has unfortunately fallen ill. Black tie of course."