Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

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- Well, if I were to enlist Dhaval said, this would be a short war indeed. My worries are that when I, in no time, win the war for the Queen, Ill have nothing to do than to sit behind some desk like a sack of potatoes for the rest of my service time. Im sure you know what I mean he finished the last sentence with a grin.

Dhaval reached for a form so he could write down some details about himself, and walked over to the nearest seat to get comfortable.

Name: Dhaval Shekhar
Date of birth: July 7th, 795 A.S.
Place of birth: Planet New London, Southall district

Physical
Health: Top physical health
Height: 5'6"
Skin colour: Dark intermediate
Hair: Dark brown
Vision: 20/10, Amber eyes
Allergies and ailments: none

Previous occupation(s):
Freelancing, hobby bounty hunting
Hired escort by various corporations
Hired gun of a private military company (PMC), discharged for brutality

Combat experience:
Freelancing in my own bomber class vessel, taking escort jobs and the odd bounty, mostly for sports and to further test my piloting skills. Been freelancing since I was old enough to fly on my own, and I've managed to stay in one piece ever since. Earned exceptional combat experience when working for a PMC as a hired gun, taking out hostile warships in my bomber.

After a few minutes of scribbling on the piece of paper, Dhaval stood up and walked over to Cromwell.

- "Here." he said, "And may I ask you a question, sir? How come you're here managing applications and recruits, and not out in the field fighting? Did you perhaps find something too frightening for you?" Dhaval asked, obviously trying to conceal the smug look on his face.

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