Sirens draw nearer and nearer to the recruitment office. Two police escort vehicles come to a halt followed by a luxuriously hand crafted Rolls Royce, one of the few brought over from Earth in 0 AS. The valet steps out of the car and opens the passenger door.
"Thank you Jeeves" says the young, clean shaven man as he walks past towards the office, with an air of confidence that could certainly be misinterpreted as arrogance. As he enters, he takes off his top hat and his white gloves, and strolls towards the desk.
"Hello, my friends call me Lancelot, yes, yes, son of Lord Lancelot. I take it there is a form to fill in?"
The receptionist looks on with a mixture of condemnation and admiration. "Yes indeed, here it is."
"Thank you, Miss...?"
"Miss Moneypenny" she says with a smile creeping onto her face.
"Thank you very much Miss Moneypenny" Lancelot says as he sneaks her a wink. He proceeds to fill in the form.
Quote:Name: Lancelot
Date of birth: 795AS
Place of birth: New London
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: Son of Lord and Lady Lancelot.
Fitness: Aveage
Height: 187cm
Vision: 20/20
Injuries/Illness: None
Previous occupation(s): Entrepreneur
Combat experience:
On occasion, escorted transports I owned to certain parts of Sirius, but most experience confined to duels with friends from Eton and Cambridge.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
I am appalled every time I see in the news that our borders are being invaded by the Kusari, and more than anything wish to serve Queen and Country.
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job:
Driven
Loyal
Courageous
Quick thinking
Intelligent
"There we go Miss Moneypenny; is that all?"
"Please take a seat and wait for processing - it shouldn't take too long"
Jeeves whispered in Lancelot's ear: "Sir I must attend to the banquet arrangements for this evening."
"Very well Jeeves. I shall see you later then!"
And with that he sat down and pulled out the Bretonian Financial Times.
