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Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - CommanderX - 02-25-2010 After from Recruitment Office word NEXT came out, memoryless man enter. He slowly look around, he started to fell like it is not first time he is here. Please sit down - Receptionist said. Mysterious man sit down and started to look at Receptionist, Greetings - said mysterious man, I m sorry if I waste your time, but I would like to join Bretonia armed forces, it is very importand to me. Here is aplication you need to finish - Receptionist said. At hands of Mysterious man was aplication, however he was thinking do he should finish it, do it is time, do they will accept him. There is no need to be so tense, please calm down mister - Receptionist said. I m sorry, Mysterious man said, I will try. Quote:Name: X Mysterious man finished his aplication and gave it to Receptionist. He was starting to worry do they will accept memoryless person, even if he was destroyer Commander, do they will belive him. Please sit there Mr. X, you will be called after all formalities are done - Receptionist said, little supriced after checking aplication name, ( X, weird but orginal name ). Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Mychalitzo - 03-02-2010 A young, thin man walked into the office a few seconds after the word "Next" came out. He was standing politely in the middle of the room until the recriuting officer interrupted the silence. "Sit down, please." Man sat down into a chair opposite the officer and looked at him waiting for pemission to speak. Officer nodded encouragingly and settled comfortably in his armchair. The young man started to talk. --- Name: Michael Clay Age: 27 Place of Birth: Cambridge Height: 175 cm Weight: 68 kg History: "My story starts on the Cambridge research station, where I was employed as a scientist. I was part of a team working on development of a new generation of nanobots, which would be much more efficient than those being used today, but the details are not interesting now. Our team had made a few prototypes, and we were going to show them at scientific conference in New Tokyo. It was before the war, so there was no problem with that. I got ill two days before the planned departure and this saved my life. All other teammates left for New Tokyo, I have been receiving messages from them for a week. Then there was the newsflash about war errupting. No one ever came back. My life, my work, my second family was gone. I was then spending time and money in pubs and so... When I finally decided to be a man and decided to do something. That is why I am here, I realised that my homeland needs me." Combat Experience: Some missions in BAF reserves. Special notes: "I am financially independent because I have earned a lot of money during my scientific years. Enough to buy both Templar and Challenger fully equipped wiht best of Bretonia has to offer. So I am more than willing to support BAF financially." --- Michael Clay finished his talk and looked at the officer, expecting his decision or question. Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Jam - 03-02-2010 A man stood in front of door with title "Bretonia Armed Forces Recruitment Centre". "Well, this must be it." he said. Then, the door opened and somebody left the room. "Next!" somebody shouted from inside, probably officer. The man entered the room. He looked around and first thing he saw was sign on the wall saying "Carina, Regina, Imperatrix!" Officer said: "Please sit down, sir." The man sat down on a chair. "Are you here to sign into Bretonia Armed Forces?" he asked. "Yes." man replied. "Then please, fill this form, and tell me something about your past life, experience and other additional things." --- Name: John Clay Age: 23 Place of Birth: Planet Cambridge Criminal Records: None Height: 179 cm Weight: 75 kg Family members: 4 years older brother Michael Clay. Past life: I was born on Planet Cambridge where I grew up and studied. At the age of 18, 2 years before the war, I moved to Planet New London to finish my studies there. When i finished school 19 years old, I started to work as a miner escort. We used to mine Gold Ore in Dublin, and later, we mined Iridium in Kansas system. 2 months later, there was a newsflash about Kusari invasion into Tau-31. We continued working for 2 and half years, but war made it difficult som that's why I decided to sign into Armed Forces. Past experience: As I worked as a miner escort, I fought some pirates, but not so many. And also, I did some missions in BAF reserves. Additional notes: I have fully equiped Templar and Challenger. --- The man gave the form to the officer. "Thank you, Mr. Clay, when I review it, I'll contact you." "Thanks." Mr. Clay replied and left the room. Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 03-04-2010 Even though the name on the desk still read Commander Austin Goodmen the face was extremely different. A man in his early twenties sat at the desk and nodded to over each and all recruitment applications. It was on the first test they had to take, which all of them seemed to pass, including the lad that only wanted to be called 'X'. Lieutenant Roger Hans shrugged and handed out five survey question sheets and leaned back. "Answer those questions and don't cheat off of each other." He said, a thin smile appearing on his lips. Quote:1.) How many Bretonian fleets are there, and what is the flag ship of each? Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 03-07-2010 "Mister X, before we even process your application. You need to give us a proper name." Hans said looking over the tests and shaking his head. He then looked over at the two brothers. "Ensign John Clay, and Ensign Michael Clay, welcome to the Armed Forces. You both will be given room and board on the Derby in Leeds orbit. Please make your way there now." "Mister O'neal and the other no name lad, we're sorry but since neither of you have finished your test with the others, we cannot accept you. Good day." Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - CommanderX - 03-08-2010 Every time to everyone I was using name CommanderX so far even if I m not Commander from long time - X said starting to think what to say. Since I not can be called X or CommanderX in Bretonia amed forces and I not remember my true name - X said looking on his cruizer picture from pass. My name is Maier Fox - Maier said knowing that this name will stay with him in his new life. Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - malcriado - 03-10-2010 Darren Cuddy walked into the recruitment office, his discomfort was fairly apearent even if you did not know him. Having spent three years as a Corsair pilot may have landed his face and information with the Bretonian authorities, maybe even the intelligence service. Bretonia had become somewhat of a powder keg; with the conflicting expansion of the Corsairs and the Bretonians into the Omegas, combined with the somewhat desperate war with the Kusari (right next door) Bretonians were on the lookout for anyone who gave off the slightest hint of being an inflitrator or a terrorist. Darren knew that he had stumbled into the belly of the beast, but... there was no turning back now. "G'day sir, im here to enlist as a pilot". Darren tried to call up his Bretonian mannerisms and accent, it was harder than he thought after living amongst the people of Crete as long as he did. "Do you have any experience as a pilot, or do you have any college education?" The recruiter was dressed in an impeccably pressed set of green Bretonian Armed Forces class a's. It was, unfortunately, the only thing about him that would have made up for his obesity and un-kept, though somehow with in regulation appearence. Darren knew that citing his experience with the Corsairs as a bomber pilot was out of the question, so he picked an option he was now glad his parents had pushed him to make available to himself. Darren passed a blue folder to the recruiter. He smiled, "Here is my resume sir, and my University of Caimbrige transcripts, you'll find that I hold a masters in orbital engineering and a civilian pilots licence." Darren was Bretonian, he was born on Leeds, his parents were Bretonian service members, his nation had already lost space, and valualble space stations to the ferocious, and cunning Kusari. Darren recognized the honor of the Corsairs, and how they were a better choice than the Outcasts. Especially after Outcasts killed his family on a vaction to the Hawaii luxury liner. The transport commander could not pay the fee to pass through the system so their ship was shot down with all hands lost. It was time to carry on their tradition of service, and continue to add the name Cuddy to the litany of Bretonian military history. The recruiter looked over Darrens transcript, this had all gone so well so far. The recruiter closed the folder and set it on his desk. "Lets get started Mr. Cuddy, we have a good bit of paperwork to fill out, soon well have you in a ship." Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Yerland - 03-12-2010 A kid walks into the recruitment office pauses takes a half step back then walks up the the recruiter's desk and stands there. "Not a month out of highschool" the officer says queitly to himself, "Can I help you son?" The boy looks up, sighs then says "I am here to join the Bretionian Armed Forces." The officer looked at him and thought for a few seconds before shrugging and handing him a form and going back to his book. Name: Matt Griffon Age: 19 Place of Birth: Planet Leeds Criminal Records: Joyriding once at age 16 charges dropped Height: 6 Feet 3 Inches Weight: 200 pounds Family members: No siblings, lives with father Past life:My father is a successful busnessman on the planet Leeds. My mother died in a work accident when I was five and my dad was determined to raise me right. Making sure that i had to earn almost everything for myself. In fact i probably would be in college right now if i had shown even a hint of bussness ability. But it was soon aparent that I wasn't very good at much of anything. So finishing highschool with a 3.1 GPA me and my father agreed that college wouldn't do much good. Thus my choices were become a worker at some factory, try and get a job as an escort for some company, or join the BAF. Past experience:I cant really leave joyriding unexplained since in retrospect it doesn't really fit in with my past life. One thing i didn't have to really earn was a flight simulater. My father got it for my 14th birthday. After getting one of my firends to modify it i could pratice flying almost any ship and was in it almost all the time. Thus when I went with my father to LD-14 on busness (Krusary didn't have Stokes at the time) and a group of mollys assulted the base i decided to try and help. I hijacked a hawk sitting in the hanger bay and flew out to try and help. The other men defending the base told me to go back and when i didn't lisen there wasn't really anything they could do. Well me and the miners of the base were able to hold off the mollys untill some BAF forces arrived and mollys left. I didn't really know how to cover my steps and the hawks security system reported it as stolen soon after i tiook off and automaticaly pressed charges but when it came up later the owner (who turn out to have been too sick to fly anyway) dropped the charges and my father payed for the damages to the ship. So with some sharp scolding about how stupid I was. So basicly got I away with a slap on the wrist. Additional notes:Despite the molly experience i have no illusions about my ability as a pilot and know that 90% of people could shoot me down in one on one combat. I also hope that the BAF has to deal with inexperienced recruits every day say it shouldn't be a problem. Secondly I would like to request a position in the Leeds system as i would like to fight the Krusarians more than smullgers and pirates (though i am fine stopping smuglers that try to get past leeds). Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - Wolfs Ghost - 03-15-2010 Roger Hans pushed a couple of papers forwards to the three men waiting in the off. "Fill this out, don't cheat off of each other. Hand them to me when you're done, and I'll read over them. Then we'll go from there." Quote:1.) How many Bretonian fleets are there, and what is the flag ship of each? Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP) - sovereign - 03-15-2010 A somewhat ragged looking man barged into the doors of the recruitment center screaming "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE" at the top of his lungs. Amongst his less-than-coherent mumblings, the startled hopefuls caught a few words about "desk jobs", "bureaucratic nightmares", "reading too many identical patrol reports", and something about a dream where he was convinced he was King Arthur. Once a few of the braver hopefuls had calmed the man down, they guided him to the main desk, ahead of the line- nobody objected to letting him pass. "Sorry about that... I don't have any excuse for that outburst there. Please accept my humblest apologies. Reading and filing all of the deeds of our military rather makes you want to shoot something... and rather than exploding from stress, I'd rather continue to serve. Form 38-B is the one you want, most of the other information is already in the database from my desk job- it'll be the first thing to come up when you put in 'Daniel Haynes'. Opening File for Daniel Haynes... access code ******** accepted. File marked as accessed by Recruitment Center. Processing cleared information...
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