Darren Cuddy walked into the recruitment office, his discomfort was fairly apearent even if you did not know him. Having spent three years as a Corsair pilot may have landed his face and information with the Bretonian authorities, maybe even the intelligence service.
Bretonia had become somewhat of a powder keg; with the conflicting expansion of the Corsairs and the Bretonians into the Omegas, combined with the somewhat desperate war with the Kusari (right next door) Bretonians were on the lookout for anyone who gave off the slightest hint of being an inflitrator or a terrorist.
Darren knew that he had stumbled into the belly of the beast, but... there was no turning back now.
"G'day sir, im here to enlist as a pilot". Darren tried to call up his Bretonian mannerisms and accent, it was harder than he thought after living amongst the people of Crete as long as he did.
"Do you have any experience as a pilot, or do you have any college education?" The recruiter was dressed in an impeccably pressed set of green Bretonian Armed Forces class a's. It was, unfortunately, the only thing about him that would have made up for his obesity and un-kept, though somehow with in regulation appearence.
Darren knew that citing his experience with the Corsairs as a bomber pilot was out of the question, so he picked an option he was now glad his parents had pushed him to make available to himself.
Darren passed a blue folder to the recruiter.
He smiled, "Here is my resume sir, and my University of Caimbrige transcripts, you'll find that I hold a masters in orbital engineering and a civilian pilots licence."
Darren was Bretonian, he was born on Leeds, his parents were Bretonian service members, his nation had already lost space, and valualble space stations to the ferocious, and cunning Kusari. Darren recognized the honor of the Corsairs, and how they were a better choice than the Outcasts. Especially after Outcasts killed his family on a vaction to the Hawaii luxury liner. The transport commander could not pay the fee to pass through the system so their ship was shot down with all hands lost.
It was time to carry on their tradition of service, and continue to add the name Cuddy to the litany of Bretonian military history.
The recruiter looked over Darrens transcript, this had all gone so well so far. The recruiter closed the folder and set it on his desk.
"Lets get started Mr. Cuddy, we have a good bit of paperwork to fill out, soon well have you in a ship."
