Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Mister Tensdale, I've reviewed over your answers, and you're forgetting a combat vessel." A smile came across his face as he set the paper down. "Congratulations, Ensign Jason Tensdale. You're to be stationed with the Leeds Planetary Fleet. You'll have room and board on our base planet-side, and a room on the Derby. Your quarter master will give you a standard issue side-arm. Dismissed."

He waited for the man to walk out before shouting out the door. "Next!"

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