(an image appears of a young, bretonian looking man in a room that looks like it was made out of 50 different materials)
I'm not sure if I got the right place, this transmitter doesn't really work sometimes. So I hope this is the recruitment channel. Anyhoo... my name is Mr. Jayden Smith. I was born right here in 800 A.S. on Barrier Gate Station. Trust me... this ain't no Gran Canaria by any standards. Turns out I had a real good knack for scouting the trade lanes ahead, so I got myself one of those kusari.. haya-things. Worst mistake I ever made. I got awful sick after I heard about those frenchies marching everywhere like they owned the place. Well... thats all I got really. Besides a sense of patriotism and a little bit of flying skill to boot, I'm not too special. No dead parents or anything. Though I hope that my humble application can... be accepted so that I may serve the queen and country and help to halt the forces that try to destroy it.
