Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Kiith]

An unusually cool breeze blew through the streets, and New London's sky was covered by clouds. At least as far as Marylin could tell. As she could only see the evenly distributed gray up there, the woman lowered her head again, to look back at the buildings infront of her. A moderately visited coffee shop, offering a special kind of cappucino or whatever today. Left of it, there was a restaurant which obviously already had seen better days. However, the old waitress, serving the three guests who decided to have their lunch there, did not look like she would give up that fast.
Marylin could not help, but smile slightly. 'Not giving up, that's what the whole thing's all about, let's be honest'.[/i]

Not giving up, against all odds. Only recently, these "odds" were a group of gallic combat vessels that managed to bypass all defense mechanisms, being able to enter the heart of Bretonia, the New London system. Only thinking about how she had heared of it in the latest Neuralnet News made Marylin shiver. That was just too much of it. This scenery of the coffee shop and the restaurant, the people being in there, everything. The gallic invaders, seeking revenge for whatever, they threatened everything. And if nobody decides to oppose them, they were all lost very soon...

"Hey, 'Lin, you're still sure of that, aren't you? And I can't convince you too, let's say come with me again to have a nice coffee, and we find you something less...dangerous to do?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Come on, Geoffrey, we had this kind of conversation often enough now. It's nice that you try to help your 'little, poor sister' getting her things sorted, but I don't really need your help half as much as you may think! So how about I thank you for driving me and you leave without complaining, heh?"

In resignation, the man, Geoffrey, raised his hands. "Okay, okay! So, goodbye and all that. Don't forget to call me later, alright?" But Marylin already had turned her back to Geoffrey. With nothing more than a vague gesture, probably meaning "goodbye" Marylin walked towards another building, with the national colours of Bretonia printed on the walls.


"Heya there. Sorry, could you help me? Marylin Karlsson, I want to..." Marylin suddenly stopped talking as the man infront of her, standing behind a long counter, slowly raised a hand, pointing at a stack of papers. "It's obvious why you are here, and don't worry, we appreciate that. But you know, I've got other stuff to do. So just take one of the application forms there and fill it out, wouldn't you, please?". Nodding, Marylin grabbed one of the mentioned forms, and had a look over it. It seemed to be nothing more than a document with which one could state that one is interested in joining the Armed Forces. However, the woman grabbed a pen, filling out this first form.

With handing in this document, I, Marylin Karlsson, living in Cattlebourgh, Planet New London express my whish of joining the Bretonian Armed Forces. I ensure that I am 20 years old, and thus older than 16 years.[...]

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