Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[TheProphet]

A tall, thin man enters the BAF recruitment office, slightly stumbling as he goes through the door, rambling a bit and adjusting his beard. Confused, he looks around trying to find the recruitment officer, who happens to be right in front of him.
The recruitment officer looks at him, slightly intrigued by the man's appearance and sense of fashion, or more specifically the lack of the latter, and asks him "So you want to join the BAF, eh?"
The man replies in his Irish accent "Well, lad, not exactly. I'd like to help the Queen, but in a non-traditional way. I was told to ask for Sir Jack Fraser!"
"Name?"
"Jonathan McCarthy, born on Battleship Essex. I fly the lass, am an experienced Fighter pilot and somewhat experienced with Bombers. Ooh, and I've helped one of ye lads fight off a Gaian. Well, not exactly." The man seems distracted for a moment but continues "Ye should invest more in Ensign training."
"That's.... lovely, but what is the lass?"
"Aye, the lass. The Teutonic, my Waran bomber. So, mind if I join Sir Fraser? One thing though... I'm not very popular with the corporations at the moment, and uhh... don't ask how I got here, 'twas an odd trip."

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