BAF Recruitment Station Central New London, New London City
"I would like to re-enlist."
A tall, fit-looking man spoke these words to one of the clerks standing at the front desk of the large recruitment station. He was wearing a well-adjusted suit, with three medals pinned on his right breast. The clerk, a junior female officer, answered promptly.
"Certainly. I will need your name, age, former rank, former service branch and a copy of your service records, on paper or through a Neural-Net file please."
"Wilhelm Deneth Aleski, 30, Admiral. Commanding Officer of the former 11th Fleet based at HMS-Grimsby, Director of the Armed Forces Special Research Projects based at BAF Sunderland. Here is a paper-copy of my record. References are also included."
The junior officer stood there, dumbfounded and stunned. She took the handful of pages that made up Aleski's service record and skimmed through it nervously. She looked back at the man, who simply stood there, eyes fixed to her own eyes, grinning ever so slightly.
"Uh... R-right Mr. Aleski... I-I mean sir... I'll forward your application to the proper instances, we'll contact you shortly. Very shortly."
"Thank you, ma'am. Have a wonderful day."
He briskly walked out of the building.
// So I have free time, I'm anticipating even more free time coming up. I'm willing to take up certain responsibilities, progressively, until I can regain a full level of activity within the BAF. For your consideration.
