La Marine Nationale Gauloise - Recruitment Centre

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Marine Royale Gauloise Application Form

General Information This document, once signed and given to the local centre, will be processed within 14 days of receipt. Regardless of the outcome, you will receive a notification about the results of your application. The information that you will provide in this document is not to be disclosed to any other party. Please answer the questions accurately and truthfully. An outside party is not allowed to view, assist in writing or otherwise interact or interfere with this form. Applicant Name: Luc "Fantome" Lemarsh Applicant Gender: Homme Applicant Age: 25 years of age / 695 AGS Health Please go through your medical/fitness review and allow your reviewing doctor/instructor to fill this out for you. Applicant Height: 190 CM Applicant Health (underline the correct): Passed / Special / Failure Notes: - Applicant Fitness (underline the correct): Passed / Requires Training / Failure Notes: - Applicant Description Biography: Espionage runs in my blood, with my father and his father's fathers spying on the Sirians before Gallia had revealed itself unto them. When that ended, my family retreated planetside to establish corporate salvaging and infrastructure businesses. I wanted to still serve the Crown, and follow the steps of my forefathers, thus I became a Privateer - officially sanctioned by the Crown with a letter of marquee. I was the phantom. The darkness was my ally and the bane of my enemies. My escapades as a Privateer for the Crown were known throughout the Kingdom. I've even flown beside the great Lucie Leblanc herself. Bretonia had lost many commercial shipments to me and my Ghosts - a short-lived group established by myself - cementing us as boogeymen of Bretonian tradelanes. When trade ships weren't the target, I/we would be venturing into the thick of enemy territory to observe key positions and collect intel. Despite my Gallic Junker heritage, I made a name for myself. My happiness was not set to last, however. Last year, the filthy Union Corse initiated a violent attack on my fellow Junkers. Thousands dead, including my family. It made news, yet still, the Union Corse continue to breathe. Where was the justice? My brothers and sisters lie rolling in their graves. I gave my life for this Kingdom, yet when my people needed it, it was not there to protect them. Motivations: I want to fully align myself the Navy so that I can incite change. I want justice for the fallen. I want to ensure such evil cannot happen to any of the Kingdom's citizens ever again. I want to bring the foulness of the Corse, and their criminal assistants, to light. Questionnaire On a scale to ten, how would you rate your piloting ability?: 8 What are your skills?: Espionage. I see all, hear all, but none see or hear me. Ventures into the Houses have made me equipped with a variety of languages and interpersonal skills needed for when dealing with the lesser Sirians. I am proficient in flying Fighters, Bombers, Gunboats and Assault Transports. I have also adapted Junker technology in the past for my personal use - with approval from Lucie Leblanc herself. Describe the Kingdom's primary enemies: The Council - Scum The Marquis - Scum The Gallic Brigands - Scum The Kingdom of Bretonia - Scum The Republic of Liberty - Scum The Nation of Malta - Scum The Colonial Republic - Scum The Kusarian Exiles - Scum While on patrol, you encounter a small wing of Council fighters. They spot you, and begin threatening your life unless you disable your craft and surrender to their cause. You are outgunned and the nearest friendly patrol that would bring the tide to your favour is ten minutes away from you. What will you do?: I would like to see them threaten me when they're the ones staring at the end of several gunboat turrets. During one of your flights, you encounter an escape pod or a malfunctioning ship. The person inside is speaking in Sirian tongue and is asking for immediate help. If you wait any longer, the pilot will perish horribly. What will you do?: Unless they have useful intel... what Sirian pilot? What is your S.K.Y.P.E. ID?: You've got it. Will you always remain rational and calm, follow orders, even if the situation could not be worse?: I do not know fear.

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