Vincent was wondering what the recruitment office would look like, as he carefully landed his battle-scarred pelican on a nearby landing pad. He at least hoped that he could keep his pelican if he joined, as it was his first ship and only ship, and he was quite attached to it. As he walked up the steps, he thought of his family, on new London, and how much better he would feel if he felt they were more safe.
After queuing for 4 hours, finally Vincent was told to step into the interview room. He took a seat at the desk, where the recruitment officer was sat. "So then, Mr...Camwell is it?" "Yes sir, Vincent Camwell, and I've come to join the armed forces!""OK, I know that, now, here we have a data file on you, from all the encounters our boys have had with you in space..." He passed the card to Vincent who sat there, bewildered. "Blimey! You've got all my information on this thing..." "Aye, we know all about the frequent flyers in Bretonian space"
Vincent examined the card more closely:
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Data file number 5648592098574
Name: Vincent Philip Camwell
Age: 25
Ship(s): A heavily modified pelican 'Plucky-2'
Profession: Freelancer Trader and escort for Bretonian convoys
Notable actions: Saved a convoy of BMM traders from a Molly attack, and has 56 kills that were enemies of Bretonia, 5 being Gallic fighters that were attacking a Bowex convoy near leeds.
Biography: Born and brought up on planet New London. First worked as a mechanic in a local shipyard, but bought and started piloting a pelican 'Plucky-2' at the age of 21. Then started doing freelance escorting and trading with Bretonian convoys, never leaving an enemy pilot to escape alive. Did this sort of work for his other 4 years of life.
Criminal activity: None found
"Now that you've read your own record...Why did you read through that anyway? It's your bloomin' life!" "Just a matter of interest, sir" "Well anyway, here's the form you have to fill out...though ye can skip the bit about your life, we've got it all here..." He prodded the data file.
Vincent filled out the form quietly and efficiently, until he got to the last question: Why do you want to join the armed forces? Vincent just copied down the thoughts that had been bothering him all that morning. "To protect my family, to protect the monarchy, to protect Bretonia." Vincent quickly signed the form, and passed it to the recruitment officer, who shoved it quickly into the pile of the other forms. "All right, everything is in order, we will decide whether or not you've got the right stuff for the armed forces, though I don't personally think that pelican of yours is gonna do much to scare the Gallics..."
[/color]"I assure you sir, my pelican has a large array of the finest anti-fighter weaponry, it has a spirit of iron, it has Bretonian spirit and lastly, it has a legendary record, both for speed and for killing power"
[/color]The officer snorted "If ye say so son, but anyway we'll send ye a reply soon, if you aren't killed brutally out there in space..."He grinned. "Ta-ta for now"
Vincent nodded, got up, and left the room quietly, thinking of some new modifications he could make to his prized ship, just to prove that it wasn't a piece of rubbish from the Southampton debris field...It was Plucky-2, and that's all that mattered to him.
