Pretty early in the morning, a chap enters the Bretonia Police Recruitment Center. Judging by his rotund figure and his clothes, one'd think that he entered the wrong bulding trying to get his son out of police custody. His confidence whilst walking towards an office clearly marked as "Recruitment Office" proved otherwise.
"Good morning sir", the officer on duty said, "how can I help?"
"Is this the place to sign up?" , the man asked with a rasp, loud voice.
"Uhm, yes sir."
"Let's get started then mate!", he said enthusiastically.
"Uh, your fitness might prove a bit of a problem sir." the young officer said reluctantly.
"I might not outsprint you anytime soon mate, but put me in a ship and I'll thread a needle with'er!", the man said, slightly irritated.
"Why don't you fill the application, and we'll review the data later." the officer said, handing the man a blank datapad.
Code:
[Recruitment Application]
Name: Jayne White
Age: 45
Background: Born on Leeds to miner parents, mined for a good percentage of his life. Got enough money to buy a ship, spent years on escort missions in the Borderworlds. Almost shot down by Corsairs in Bretonia space, dedicated to make sure nobody gets in that position again. Not athletic, he definitely enjoys a Sidewinder Fang occasionally, and BBQ stakes more often.
Ambitions: Jayne really dislikes combat situations after his incident, and has no ambitions of flying big and powerful (lethal) ships. A good'old Hussar with Cruise Disruptors and a Badge will serve him just fine.
Favourite Pet: Living on ravaged Leeds, Jayne's favourite company while growing up was indeed his turtle. Unfortunately, he outlasted the poor animal. If he could have any pet he wanted, he'd probably ask ol' Jess back from the dead.
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[/Recruitment Application]
"There. Now go off and review the data little man." Jayne said jokingly, obviously playing on the young officer's small stature. He wasn't really meaning it in a bad way, and thankfully the officer understood that.
