Lawrence Winter enters the office and meets a man.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes i am here to apply for the Bretonia Armed Force, here is my Application form."
"Very good, put it there, i will watch it later, be patient and wait."
Name: Lawrence Winter
Date of birth: 790 A.S.
Place of birth: Cambridge, Planet Cambridge
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: After my birth my father leaved me. He went to Liberty to join the Navy. After my completion of the flight training in the Coventry academy, my mother joined the BMM and is working in Leeds.
Fitness: Athletic and muscular
Height: 172 cm
Vision: 20/20
Injuries/Illness: None
Previous occupation(s): Escort of a BMM mining/trading convoy.
Combat experience: BMM convoy defended from pirates and kusarians. The convoy had never complained about losses.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces: I want to protect the Queen and my mother in leeds from those kusarians. I hope i can improve the defense in Bretonia to keep it safe from pirates and Kusarians.
List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job
-experience with fighting and piloting a vessel
-willing to learn new skills
-ready to listen to orders
-Loyal to the crown and the Queen
-Dedicatoin to the Armed Forces
"Uhh, suger? right, suger. ermm, would it be too much to ask for three?"
he looks at the form for a minute before asking,
"A few too many of you huh? well, few too many for me to handle... and here I thought I'd be sitting here all day, watching neural net broadcasts.... but anyways...."
He glances at the form then asks lawrence" parants killed by pirates huh? what pirates if you dont mind me asking..."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
Lawrence looks confused "Mmmhhh? My parents are still alive. Well i lost the contact to my father but i still has contact to my mother."
Looks questioningly "What do you want to say with that sentence?"
A man comes to office with Admiral inside:
"What brings you here, man?"
"Patriotic mood."
Name: John Alster
Date of birth: 786 A.S.
Place of birth: Devonshire
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: Not much to say about my family, father was in escort of weekly convoy from Leeds to BPA Newgate and my mother was a secretary of unofficial mining company.
Fitness: Good agility/health
Height: 1'81
Vision: Good
Injuries/Illness: Scar on a left hand, left from recent fight with one corsair on New London
Previous occupation(s): None
Combat experience: Many practice simulations in-space and patrolling Bretonia space with companions.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
The Bretonia Royal Forces are very gallant, ardent warriors, defenders of Bretonia. They inspired patriotism in me and I will be proud of serving the Great Bretonia.
List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job: -Willing to realize my pilot potential
-Implictly serving Royal family and Bretonia
-Gallantly defend the Bretonia
-Execute dangerous missions with Armed Forces
-Being always ready for battle
Ramey looks at the form that the potential recruit handed him.
"Might I ask why you listed 'executing recon missions' on your character aspects list? thats more of a skill then a bit of character. I'd like it if you could erase that and write something else down. hand it back when your done."
Ramey gets out a clipboard from the desk.
"Lawrence Winter.... approved" he mutters as he writes on synthetic paper attached to the clipboard. he takes a stamp from a drawer and stamps it on the paper.
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
Ramey chuckles as the man call's him admiral, then stops as he realizes the janitor hasent changed the sign on the door.
"I am a commander, not an admiral. and this is when I'm supposed ta tell you that flattery wont work, but it will help a little. anyways, this looks in order, please proceed to the medical hall to get tested. the rest of you can follow him."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
The man got on that in Recruitment Office always sits an Admiral, but now he was confused, that was his bad, he didn't saw that commander didn't have a big Admiral cross.
He took his medical list and proceeded to Medical Hall.
