Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

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A stern faced Commander marched stiffly into the recruitment centre and leant forwards to speak with the secretary.

"Admiral Andrews is...unavailable to continue the recruitment here. I am Commander Richard Cromwell, I have direct orders from Fleet Admiral Nelson to take charge of this office and deal with the backlog of applicants until a replacement can be found."

The secretary looked at the note he presented to her and nodded meekly, before handing him a list of files.

The Commander strode past the bewildered looking people sitting in the waiting room and seated himself in the ex-Admiral's office. He glanced briefly at an empty whiskey bottle on the desk, before sweeping it into a corner of the room in disgust. He opened the files before him and began to read...

...after a few minutes, he called out into the corridor "Hieggen Seo!". The young man entered the room nervously after his previous encounters, and was not entirely reassured by the frowning expression on the new officer's face. After a few seconds, however, the Commander looked up from his notes and spoke.

"Ensign Hieggen Seo, you are hereby assigned to the Derby Great Fleet, I Battlefleet, B Squadron, 2nd Flottilla, A Wing, 3rd Flight. Details of your orders are in this file. Report for duty immediately. Good day."

After handing over a slim folder of instructions, the Commander resumed reading his paperwork and the new Ensign Seo was left, bewildered yet pleased, to make his own way out of the office.

...a few minutes later, the Commander called out into the corridor again, "Amanda Churchill."

Cromwell looked up at the woman as she entered and allowed a brief smile to cross his face. "Miss Churchill, I have forwarded your request to the Admiralty, you are to be reinstated into your old wing at the rank of Lieutenant given your past service. Please report to Salisbury at once for debriefing and re-equipping"

As she left, Cromwell looked down at his files once more before calling out "Dragonmoon?"

The man entered as requested, and the Commander looked up sternly. "I will require your real name please, you have apparantly applied under an alias. Please present ID with your full name on it to confirm your Bretonian citizenship."

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>