A Rough looking tall young man walks into the BAF recruitment office and stops to take a look around ''huh ah' fort' it'd lookah' bit more grim in ere' t'be honest...actually done a good job of decorating the place'' he says sarcastically as he picks up an info sheet from the desk and notices the sheet is covering a gaping hole.He Mumbles to himself as he reads the sheet "shzhzhsh serve the queen bla bla bla...defeat the gaillic invaders..rarrarara" "Ahah" he says in joy "Free ship setup! ...where do i sign" An oldish woman behind the recruitment desk looks up at the man over her glasses and frowns "I hope thats not all your here for young man"she whines He looks startled as if he hadn't noticed her there. "Ah , ahem.. ah' course not ma'am i'm here for the Travel.... and to learn new skills ... and err.. well..." He pauses " ok lady i will cut t'tha chase... ima' damn bloody good fighter pilot, Currently wi'out a set ah decent wings..So whadda' thought was i would sign up teh' BAF and serve me Beloved Bretonia t'best ah' mah abilities. Being an escort f' jumped up haulers all th' time is a bit of a bore, the pay is weak an' to be quite honest pirates are becoming soft...i need a challenge" The woman looks surprised "I see so your not just here for the free wings, well in that case I will need a few details from you before I can give you a full application form" "aye whatever ya need luv'" The lady looks at her computer screen and says in a droning voice "Ok Name, Age, Current employment, Civ Number, and short background"The man Leans over the desk. " Ok luv' mah names Stuart Carrighan, Ah'm 23, Currently unemployed.. ah cancelled all me freelance escort contracts ah' had. Civ number is .." He thinks for a minute "no i cant remember it" Opens his wallet and starts spouting the numbers on the card he pulled out. " civ number is 001387 and well ah'ma Bretonia citizen born on New london, Mah' parents wah' both factory workers, they've retired now... I spent mah' childhood doing the usual goin' school helpin out doin odd jobs f' mah folks, Kicking the crap outta school bullies"He Chuckles. "Then around age ah' 17 then ah got a job working for the planet side branch of a security firm who flew escort for Bowex freighters between the Different cities. The noticed how good ah pilot ah' was and threw me into a falcon and up into the space between" The man gets up off the desk "That do yah'?" The woman finishes typing and hands the man a form..
