A 20-years old, quite tanned man enters the room. He approaches the recruitment desk, looking surprised at the variety of persons in the queue. He doesn't get in line, but instead he walks straight to the officer's desk and fetches an application from the pile stacked in the corner of the table. He takes a quick look over it, as if he was in a hurry. The recruiter glances at him.
'What?!', the man said.
The recruiter raises his eyebrow.
'I came all the way from Dublin for this, am not going to wait any further. There's a bloody war out there, and frankly, I don't think we've got time to waste, sire.'
My name is Pierce Quinn, I used to be an escort pilot in the BMM. I have fought many battles to keep those bloody pirates away from the gold mining operation in Dublin. But last week just topped them all. I witnessed one of our convoys getting ambushed by a Kusari squadron, in the Tau 31. The relentless dogs slaughtered all the poor civilians in those transports that were headed for the Tau 23 Gate Construction Site. Those were innocent people! They could have just taken the goods! I knew some of those lads, you know? I cannot let this happen again, not while my heart still pumps, I swear.
For this, I wish to dedicate my life to serve for the Armed Forces and the Queen. I might sound cheesy, but it's what I have to do. If I will be recruited, I will accept either a bomber or a fighter, it doesn't matter to me, I can fly both, and I have some experience from my BMM days. Of course, I will only be able to prove that after you...'
Pierce didn't finish, as the officer was about to say something...
