When Mr. Robert Huntington got to the Prison outside the main city of New London he promptly showed his ID to the scanner. The ID was denied. He pressed the red button that normally allowed visitors to come in. There was a male voice. Mid-thirties.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Robert Huntington, prisoner #2246. I can't get in."
"Odd, normally prisoners want to go out. Let me check the computer."
A few minutes went by.
"Yes, Mr. Huntington, please come inside."
When Robert got in to the prison he was escorted by two guards to the warden's office. The office was concrete and smelled like tobacco.
"Mr. Huntington, I would like to congratulate you on your bail."
"I'm sorry? I'm not sure if I heard you."
"You are free to leave. Your criminal record has been swept clean."
"But who?"
"I'm not at liberty to tell you that."
Confused, he walked out of the prison a free man. But he had no place to go, no place to stay.
. A small shuttle appeared in the sky, doing a short circle around the prison installation searching for something. When the pilot did noticed Huntington, he attempted to land as close as possible to the free prisoner. Minute later a man with black coat and emblems representing him as a member from the armed forces approached Huntington with the words:
" Good day cadet Huntington. I have my orders to deliver you at Battleship Harlow immediately..."
Robert prepared to answer but the officer raised hand instantly.
" Keep your questions when we reach Harlow, then you will receive your answers from the high command "
Robert and the officer entered the shuttle and few minutes later it departures into space.
...
The shuttle approached battleship Harlow which hangar doors were wide open awaiting the ship to dock.
The hangar doors were closing as the shuttle landed on the position. The officer sight at Robert with the words:
"Now, you will be escorted to 3rd floor, room 242. There you will speak with the recruiting officer, admiral Sir Firmus Piett. He is willing to give you chance for new life."
The officer took a document from his pocket. Robert could notice few words: "Gallic forces attacking...casualties...defend...fight back". The officer sighs:
"Are you ready to protect your Country?"
With these words he and two guards from Harlow's marine squad escorted him out of the shuttle to room 242.
In room 242, Robert was told to sign several documents. All of which he hardly even read. The admiral walked into the room and said,
"Are you up for it cadet?"
"I think I always have sir."
With that the admiral and him discussed several matters and options available to him.
"What do you want to be in the Armed Forces?"
"I guess I have always wanted to be a privateer."
"I see, not an officer? Valiantly leading a platoon of men into battle?"
"No sir."
"Give me a moment, I need to run this request through some officials."
The admiral left the room and one of the guards gave him a red uniform. Once Robert put it on he looked out the window of his quarters and looked into the deepness of space.
(an image appears of a young, bretonian looking man in a room that looks like it was made out of 50 different materials)
I'm not sure if I got the right place, this transmitter doesn't really work sometimes. So I hope this is the recruitment channel. Anyhoo... my name is Mr. Jayden Smith. I was born right here in 800 A.S. on Barrier Gate Station. Trust me... this ain't no Gran Canaria by any standards. Turns out I had a real good knack for scouting the trade lanes ahead, so I got myself one of those kusari.. haya-things. Worst mistake I ever made. I got awful sick after I heard about those frenchies marching everywhere like they owned the place. Well... thats all I got really. Besides a sense of patriotism and a little bit of flying skill to boot, I'm not too special. No dead parents or anything. Though I hope that my humble application can... be accepted so that I may serve the queen and country and help to halt the forces that try to destroy it.
. Jayden Smith, due to our current circumstances and combat actions against House Gallia we are unable to finish properly the recruiting process with you. We are in need, your country, Bretonia, needs every man brave enough to stand against its new enemies.
That is why your application is accepted. Prepare your fighter and contact one of our officers at planet Leeds HQ.
. Robert Huntington, you about to take shuttle N-64 which will take you to a "certain" location. From there you can prepare for your new life.
A young man walked through the doors of the New London recruitment center, drenched from the rain outside. He looked to be in his late-twenties, but his eyes had the experienced look of someone who had seen both hardship and triumph. He approached the desk, removing a wide brimmed hat as he walked, and said to the recruiting officer,
"I'm looking to enlist. Names Patrick Flynn."
The officer glanced at him with boredom and replied, "That's why most people come here. Take this form"
Flynn sat down, briefly revealing that he was carrying a small handgun as he searched his coat for a pencil, and as he filled out the form he began to talk, almost to himself. "I was born on Leeds, and lived there for most of my life. Left a few years back as the mechanic on a freighter." He chuckled, "Those were good times. I traveled all of Sirius, saw wonders most don't even dream about, and became a decent shot, both on the ground and in space." His face took on dangerous light as he continued more somberly, "But Bretonia is my home, always has been. I wont let the bloody frenchies walk in here and take it from me. Not while I can still fly and fight."
He stood and handed the form to the officer, who was now looking vaguely interested, then returned to the corner and sat waiting.
. "Patrick Flynn, *the officer fires a cigar* I am wondering which "path" would you like to take in order to help your country effectively?"
"The path of adventures and unpredictable dangers..."
*The officer pointed at man with brown suit. On his shoulder there was a golden emblem*
"The path of secrets and knowledge about the enemy... "
*The officer pointed at second man with black suit. On his shoulder there was a black emblem*
"Or perhaps you want to become an officer like me, be in the front lines, punching your enemies?"
*The officer pointed at himself. On his shoulder there was a red emblem
*with these words the officer put out his cigar and stared at Flynn, awaiting his answer*
Flynn took a moment to consider before replying, "While adventure is nice, I had enough of unpredictability traveling in the border worlds, and intrigue has never been my strong suite, sir. I think that the officers path is the walk of life for me."
A haggard man enters the recruitment building, clad in dark burgundy fatigues. His patrician features and piercing blue eyes survey the scene before him.
A desk, his future, his vengence, his fate.
"Good afternoon, Officer", his voice flat, almost emotionless save a bearly checked tide of methodical fury, battering the bulwark of his waning demeanour.
"I wish to offer my services, to the Armed Forces of Bretonia"
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