Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Manticore]

A call came in to the Bretonian Armed Forces recruiting depot on Planet Cambridge. A tired-looking recruiter answered it - it was the end of the shift and he was ready to head home.

"BAF Recruiting, this is Chief Petty Officer Michaels."

A small, young-looking woman appeared on the comm screen. She had short blonde hair and wore rough-looking civilian clothing.

"Uh, yes. I was told I should contact you by a man named Austin Goodman. You see, I'm in a bit of a tight spot here, and he said the BAF could help me... turn my life around. I'm not sure if this is the right..."

The recruiter held up a hand, cutting off her nervous rambling. "I don't need your life's story at the moment, ma'am. Just give me your name and a way to contact you, and I'll forward that information to Admiralty House. They'll check with Mister Goodman and contact you for more detailed information."

The young woman hesitated, then nodded. "My name is Lisa Jaeger, and you can reach me at Freeport 1 in Omega-3. I just... hope it doesn't take too long."

The recruiter nodded brusquely and cut the connection. One more round of paperwork before he could go home...

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