She fidgets as she walks through the door. Glancing at her reflection in the wall display as she enters, she does one last check to make sure she is presentable.
"Hello. I am Elsie Robirds. I am here to tender an application for the Bretonian Armed Forces."
The aide looks up at the small woman with soft features and nearly laughs.
"What makes you think that you have what it takes to protect us against the likes of Molly's and Lane Hackers?"
She was ready for this. Elsie had gotten used to being underestimated.
"Sir, I can fly a ship better than some and as well as most. My aim is good enough. The bottom line is that I have no where else to turn. Not everything is as simple as it seems."
The aide gets a quizzical look on his face and brings out a clipboard.
"Alright then lets get the basics down, you said your name already, how old?"
"23"
"Homeworld?"
"Cambridge"
"Family members?"
"None."
The aide looks up. "What do you mean by that?" She looks down uncomfortably and shifts her weight. She had not wanted it to become about this ... but she can't lie to the recruiter.
"My Mother, Father, and two older brothers are dead. I have no immediate family."
Aide looks out the window to avoid eye contact at this point. "I'm very sorry"
"I don't want your pity. My family was murdered by pirates inside the Cambridge system. All I want is a chance to keep this from happening again to another family. Maybe I'm here partly for my chance at revenge, I hope thats not why I'm here ... but either way I have to do something. Give me a chance?"
