*A young man walks into the recruitment center and starts looking around.*
"You there!" - Officer at desk shouts.
"Me?" - He asks, confused.
"Aye lad, you. Come here" - Officer says. - "How may i help you kid?"
"Oh well. I was wondering, where do I sign up, to become a pilot of the Armed Forces." - He asks.
"Kid, you are at the right place. Take this, and fill it in." - Officer gives him a piece of paper.
He fills in the application form.
Age:19
Name: Rodney Trotter
Birthplace: New London
Nationality: Bretonian
Reason for joining:
One day, walking down the street, I saw a giant poster, on the wall. No photos, just giant words.
"BRETONIA NEEDS YOU!" was the whole text. At first, I did not think about it. Then I remembered,
that my father died by the Corsair hands, while flying for Gateway. I was trying to forgat his death
for 13 years now, and I almost did. But that poster, that piece of paper, reminded me. I was cowardly
sitting at home, safe, doing nothing, while others gave lives for our home. So i felt obliged to do my part,
and serve the great nation of Bretonia.
He hands officer the application form. - "So then, will this be enough?" - He asks.
