I wish to join the Bretonia Armed Forces, my family has been deported from Leeds due to the obvious recent troubles with Kusari, but I do not wish to leave my homeland, I want to defend it with pride and honour. I am an incredibly loyal person who will follow orders without question. But I do have a good sense of morality. I have flown with my father in the past and so I fluently know the controls of fighters, freighters and more. I want to destroy the menace that is Kusari and bring Bretonia back to it's former glory. I await your answer with great anticipation.
Signed: Gary Leppard
Dream Theater - "Sabre120 and Jongleur officially win. That is all."
Austin smiled lightly, he spent a decent two days cleaning out everything in Ramey's old office. Even spent a few credits on getting a new name plate, that sat on his desk. He glanced over at the Terminal seeing a new transmission had come in. Leaning forwards he pressed the file and opened it. Listening to the message. After a few minutes, he replied back with his own transmission.
A young man in his mid 20's, reasonably tall and handsome enteres the recruitment office and heads to the main desk.
"Eh, hello there Ma'am, this is the place to sign up for the armed forces isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is, here fill out this form and give it back when you fill it out."
"Thank you Ma'am."
The young man heads into the corner of the room and sits in a chair, starting to fill out the form.
Quote:Name: Robert Woodrow
Date of birth: 796 AS
Place of birth: Planet Leeds, Leeds system
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background : Father: Jack Woodrow(deceased) Worked in the BPA for 12 or so years, killed in the battle for Stokes Mining Station by a Kusari fighter pilot.
Mother: Emily (Milly) Woodrow: Worked on the Battleship York as a medic, left work when i was born, lives on Planet Leeds now.
Brother: Alan Woodrow: Works for Bowex shipping company, escort pilot.
Criminal record(s) : None.
Fitness: Above average
Height: 6.2"
Vision: 20/10
Injuries/Illness: None
Previous occupation(s) : A freelancer helping out the Liberty Navy, BAF, BPA and the LPI, a solo, indiependant bounty hunter.
Combat experience: Fights against all Bretonian/Libertonian types of criminals, bounty hunting experience
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces: To serve her majesty and push those pesky kusarians out of our home!
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job: Cunning, i never give up even if theres not a spec of energy in me, eager, bravery and some above average flying skills.
The man walked over to the receptionist and handed over the form.
Will there be anything else you need Ma'am? He asked.
No, that will be all thats needed, for now
He shot her a quick smile as he was walking through the room and saw her flustered and smiling back as he was walking out.
Austin mumbled lightly as he lifted his head up from the table and stared at the application that laid infront of him, then glanced over at the terminal to see a message that was from the applicant. "Can't a guy get some sleep around here?" He grumbled lightly, picking up the application paper and reading over it.
A few minutes passed, and he sat the application down and shouted down the hall. Moments later, a young woman walked in. "Could you go and get this Robert Woodrow for me?" He said lightly, with a small smile. She nodded and quickly hurried out of the office.
Austin nodded to himself and leaned back in the chair, waiting for the man to walk back in.
He looked up just as the man walked in and sat up straight, or atleast straighter. "Mister Woodrow, I presume?" He asked, the man nodded.
"Well lad, seems your parents have served the crown." He said glancing down and reading quickly over a few things. "Your mother was a medical officer on board the York, Very nice, very nice indeed." He trailed off a bit, glancing back up at the man. "You were also an independent bounty hunter. Meaning you have flight time. However that doesn't mean you know all the great Bretonian fleets."
A small grin crossed his face, but it quickly went away as he leaned back, waiting for Woodrow to respond with the correct answers.
Woodrow looked a little stumped when he first head the question, but he was pushing his brain trying to remember.
Suddenly an idea, he remembered the fleets were on each of the battleships.
"Well sir" He finally said " there is the...Norfolk 4th fleet?"
He continued.
"The Suffolk 5th fleet, the Essex 6th fleet, the Derby 7th fleet, the York 8th fleet, the Ark Royal 9th, the MacDuff 10th and the Grimsby 11th. I think those are all of them... I've heard talk of one called the, Harlow, but i've never seen it myself"
"I'll let the fact slide that you missed a couple of the fleets."
Austin nodded lightly and started to sign a piece of paper. A few seconds went by and he slide the paper forwards. "You'll be assigned room and board on the Battleship Derby. You'll receive a standard issued sidearm from your Quarter master, and you'll also be serving in Commodore James Hobart's wing."
He paused and slide a pen forwards as well. "I need you to sign this agreement stating that all lent and borrowed goods will be returned to the armory on the event that you happen to go AWOL. Welcome to the Armed Forces Ensign Woodrow."
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