A slightly skinny man, about 5"10' in height, walked into the recruitment office and silently closed the door behind him. He walked quickly to the recruitment officer's desk, and stopped in front of it, scratching his arm. The officer looked up from his paperwork, running his eyes over the new arrival. When the man showed no signs of saying anything, the officer prompted him. "Well? I assume you're here for recruitment, have a seat." The man sat down in a plain chair, and watched as the officer pulled out a few papers from the desk drawer. "Alright lad, lets start with a name. shall we?" The man stared for a moment, then responded.
"David Burne, Sir."
"Very good, and lets see, you are joining the Bretonian Armed Forces, correct?"
"Yes Sir."
The Officer scribbles something down, then continues. "Okay, anything about your family? Drop the Sir this time, things will go faster."
"Um, alright, my mother, Alexis Burne, stayed at home taking care of me, cleaning the house and the like. My father, Anthony Burne, is a scientist working in Cambridge. Oh yeah, I live on Cambridge, and so does my family. No siblings either Si... Officer." David was getting more comfortable talking to the recruiter, thoughts of completely bombing it floating away.
"Good, good. Any particular reason you would want to join the Armed Forces, lad?"
"Well, my father had, at least early on, wanted me to pursue a career in science, but he learned I wasn't really into that stuff. I had an interest in flight and space, and when taking classes, I learned more in depth about the war with Kusari and Gallia. I wanted to protect our nation, and in the case of Gallia, all of Sirius. This is very simply, what I want to do."
The Officer writes a few last notes down, then smiles and looks up.
"Well, soon enough someone will look at your application, and then we'll contact you to tell you if you're Armed Forces material. Well, off you go now."
David stood from the chair, and thanked the Officer for his time. He opened the door, and walked confidently out the room. He thought that he had a good chance of being Armed Forces material.