Recruitment Officer: "Will mister Nightingale please come up to the desk!"
*Sweaty palms, a bead of sweat forming on the left brow*.
EoZ Nightingale: "Sir, EoZ Nightingale reporting for duty, sir!"
Recruitment officer: *Sceptic look*. "Son, are you sure you know where you are? This is the recruitment for the Bretonia Armed Forces, don't you have school or something to attend?"
EoZ Nightingale: "Sir, I know exactly where I am at, sir! This is what I have been wanting for as long as I can remember! I never knew my father well, but from the stories I've heard he was quite a fighter."
Recruitment officer: "So tell me, mister. What use are you for an armed force like this? If I would guess I would think that your mother would pilot a fighter better then you..."
EoZ Nightingale: *A sad look flashes over his face at the mention of his mother* "Sir, my mother passed away in an encounter with rogue pirates about a year ago. Ever since I have been trying to support myself by running trades and mining, but I do not intend to end up as a bitter miner at old age. I am quite adept at piloting, it has been in the family since very early."
Recruitment officer: "Ah what the heck son. Sign here and I will see what the higher up's say, you are 18 though, right?" *Looks him over with scrutiny*
EoZ Nightingale: "Thank you sir, I am 19 years old. I will not disappoint you sir!"
Recruitment officer: "Nothing is final yet, we will be in touch!"
EoZ Nightingale: *Walks out off the door with a slightly straighter back, far less nervous now*
