A young-looking but evidently battered and worn out man walks into one of the many BAF recruiting stations on Planet Leeds. He notices the rather long queue of people waiting to get their enrollment sorted out. He joins in and waits, not showing any form of annoyance.
Some thirty minutes later, it's his turn to speak to the recruiting officer.
-Hallo, I'm here to join the Bretonian Armed Forces. I've been told to report here to enroll. Yeah, that's the place, mate. Now, who told you to report here, exactly?
The young man, looking straight into the recruitment officer's eyes replies
-The Fleet Admiral. The one that granted me asylum into Bretonia, ja.
The Fleet Admiral... "the" Fleet Admiral...? You must be daft. Fill out that form, we'll sort that story of yours later, yeah?
The young man takes a pen and diligently starts writing.
Quote:Name: Wilhelm Deneth Aleski, signs "Deneth Aleski" Date of birth: December 3rd, 796AS Place of birth: Planet New Berlin Nationality: Rheinlander Family Background: Son of Eckhard Aleski and Jeanette Aleski, youngest of three (Two brothers, Axel and Mark). Deeply rooted in Rheinland Military tradition and in good terms with the Chancellor's entourage.
Fitness: High Height: 6.2" Vision: 20/25 on my left eye, 20/10 on my right eye. Injuries/Illness: None worth mentioning.
Previous occupation(s): Rheinwehr Offizieranwerter (Officer Cadet, fighter pilot), deserted, joined a "reactionary revolutionary state paramilitary" out of disillusionment. Defected, again out of disillusionment but also to save myself. Details below.
Combat experience: Trained in advanced fighter pilot tactics at the Milit?rische Hochschule des Rheinland (Military College of Rheinland), approximately 60 hours of flight time logged.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces: Rheinland is rotting from the inside. The Gottkanzler does not care one bit for the people he claims to serve and protect. The government of Rheinland is corrupt and illegitimate, but so are the agents that oppose and fight it. Those who claim to bring forth the Revolution and such are only petty thieves and contraband smugglers, hidden under a veneer of ultra-nationalist pride and propaganda. I cannot bear to live in a House that will implode momentarily. This is why I defected to Bretonia. I made it alive, but barely. Several agents from the Rheinland Military, corporate world, revolutionary elements and even the Bounty Hunters Guild were sent after me. That alone is compelling proof that I am simply no longer wanted there. As a matter of fact, I am no longer wanted alive, at least in their opinion.
I've known of the Bretonian way of doing things for a long time, now. I have always admired the fact that Bretonia's institutions have always stood for justice, fairness and genuine concern for the well-being of it's subjects. In my eyes, those traits are the pillars of a strong nation. To be given the opportunity to help perpetuate this tradition of greatness would be of greatest honour to me. It is, for me, the only way to atone to the mistakes I've made. I truly wish to be of use to the Kingdom of Bretonia.
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job:
I am highly disciplined.
I respect my superiors.
I am motivated to serve any purpose that I believe is worth fighting for.
I always look for ways to better myself, spiritually and physically.
I handle stress rather well.
Deneth hands the form to the officer, who briefly reviews it.
Right, mate. Looks like quite a background you have there, eh. Now, what's this you said earlier about the Fleet Admiral sending you here?
-Upon my arrival in Bretonian space, I encountered an impressive-looking battle group, belonging to the BAF. I surrendered myself to them. Fleet Admiral Sir Stanley Nelson was amongst them. He granted me asylum into Bretonia and suggested I joined the State Service. You could ask High Command about it or something, if you do not believe me, ja?
Right... wait here a moment, yeah.
The officer, evidently not knowing what to do, shows the form to one of his superiors. Both can be seen whispering to each other. Deneth stands there, patiently waiting for a verdict.
