Susan Morrison was standing in front of the recruitment building of the BAF, she wanted to do this step earlier but there have always been some things that prevented her from doing so. She entered the building and looked around for a person who could help her with the recruitment process.
She found a woman sitting behind a desk, she seemed rather demotivated and was busy filling out some papers. Susan approached the desk. “Is this the right place to apply for the Bretonia Armed Forces?”
”Yes.” The woman replied and looked at her. “Well then I’d like to apply now.”
“Okay, got the documents filled out?”
“Yes, here they are.” Susan put the papers on the table. “I’ll have to ask you some questions before I pass your request along.” The woman said and took a form out of a drawer.
“What’s your name?”
”Susan Morrison.”
”Age?”
”26”
“Previous occupation?”
”Escort Pilot for Bretonian and Libertonian companies.”
Susan watched how the woman noted all the information and put the paper to the rest of the documents Susan had put on the table. “Okay, that’d be everything I need to know. Did you add a bio to your documents?” Susan nodded.
“Alright, I’ll pass those along then, we’ll inform you about the results, Miss Morrison.”
”Thank you.” Susan replied and left the building, hoping it would not take so long and that she would get accepted.