Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Victor Steiner]

The Recruitment Officer paused, he though he heard something. He waited for a moment before the sound grew closer, a brisk 'tap tap tap tap' of footsteps coming down the long corridor. Looking up he saw a man approaching. Tall, Lithe with brown hair and hazel eyes. But one of the more striking features of this newcomer was his skin tone. He was ghostly white. The man approached and stopped a respectful distance away from the Officer's desk. The pair stared at one another for a while before a somewhat bewildered Recruiter spoke.

''Yes?''

''I have been told that this is the place to go if one wants to Join the Bretonian Armed Forces'' the man spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

''It is. Are you looking to Join?''

''Indeed I am.''

The recruiter leaned back into his chair, eyeing this new arrival with a trained glare.
''You don't look like much'' The officer said bluntly.

The man gave the briefest of smiles, ''Looks can be deceiving. And Bretonia needs everyone it can get. The general draft has been released, I am here to beat the crowds''

The officer pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, ''So, Volunteer then? or conscript?''

''Volunteer''

''What's your full name?''

''Albert Weber Steiner''

''Huh, you sound like a Rheinlander'' The recruiter said disapprovingly, remembering full well the trouble Rheinland caused a few years ago.

''My grandfather was from Dresden, But I am Bretonian. Born and raised.''

''Where in Bretonia specifically?''

''Cambridge''

''I see. Age?''

''24''
The recruiter looked up and studied the man who called himself Steiner. ''Bollocks, Your 28 at least.'' He said with a slight snarl.

''Stress does take its toll after a while. But I assure you, I am who I say I am.''

In no mood to question the man further, the recruitment officer turned back to writing down his details. ''Past experience?''

''Freelancing out in the Omega systems, occasional trading within Rheinland.''

''Alright, why do you want to join?''

''Two reasons. Firstly, the frogs Killed my brother, so its personal. Secondly, Bretonia is my home, I will not flee and hide while it burns. I will serve Queen Carina, and her successors faithfully and until my last breath. You have my word.''

The recruiter was somewhat taken aback by the strength of the mans words, But he could here that he was telling the truth. If his voice was lying, his eyes weren't.

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