Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Apology accepted." He grinned lightly, which covered up by fake cough to the side. "Mister...Rather, Ensign David Curtis, you've been assigned to the 7th Great Fleet under Admiral Fraser. You'll be assigned quarters on the Derby, under the flight wing of Commodore Hobart. You'll find necessary living space and supplies in your quarters, as well as your uniform. A standard issued sidearm will be handed out to you by your quarter master."

He paused remembering what happened a while back and shook his head. "I'll need you to sign this release form stating that any lent equipment will be given back if you decide to go AWOL." He pushed a paper forwards, the same paper he scribbled on earlier. "Once you sign this, you're free to leave."

Picking up another piece of paper, the one the female recruitment officer gave him. He quickly read over it and then glanced up at the Rheinlander. "Mister Aleski." He said indicating for the man to stand up and approach the desk.

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