Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

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"Well, Sir," Nate began, "I'm wanting to join something bigger than myself, something in which I can prove myself and maybe even work my way up to a respectable position. I've had odd jobs here and there, but I've mostly been a student - my studies, my program, my flat, that sort of thing. It's not for the money or the career advancement - I could get those plenty of other places. I'm ready to be active in something more...significant. Something where I can be part of a group and we can count on each other."

Nate paused. Goodmen continued eyeing him closely. "I also want to protect my people. I want Leeds back, of course - all of it. But more than the Kusari, I want the pirates out of here. Two of my best mates were killed over the past few months flying for trading firms around Bretonia and between here and Rheinland. One was hit by Corsairs, the other by some indie hack pirate or something..." Nate's voice had become a bit strained. "I want to stop that. I want people protected while they're going about their day, working to make a living. They don't need the Kusari threat in the north and pirates breathing down their necks in the east and south, too..." Nate trailed off.

"Very well," said Goodmen. "And what about your uncle?"

"My uncle watches over me pretty closely, sir, but he's always let me be my own man. This is something I know I need to do. He'll be able to handle it. Like I told the recruiter, Uncle Alisdair's always respected the BAF - they've always enthusiastically protected Gateway, and Gateway's even helped them out in a spot or two. Just the other day, in fact, he mentioned being escorted all the way from New London through Cortez by a BAF pilot. That's what I want to do. I want people to know they can carry on because I'm at their side. I think he'll be able to appreciate that."

"I guess that covers it," Nate finished, a bit awkwardly.

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Sir Alisdair Buchanan, KBE ~ Gateway)Trafalgar