Richard stared blankly at the newsfeed. He couldn't beleive what was happening... all these new deveopments, hostilities in Rheinland, and now a draft... Bretonia certanly was an interesting place.
He had recieved his orders from the academy just moments ago; He was to submit his application to join the Armed Forces. His training within Queen Carina's Academy would have to be cut short. *Well,* he thought, *I guess this is what I get when I finally decided to settle into a routine...*
With that thought on his mind, he composed his message to the Armed Forces recruiter.
This is Richard Hastings, reporting in.
As instructed, I am applying for entry into the BAF after the termination of my time at the Academy.
I am standing by to equipt my ship as is nessicary.