Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Grin]

"Ryan Williams - you have been accepted into the BAF. Report for duty to Battleship Suffolk in New London"

The Recruiting Officer pressed the SEND button and another BAF career began.

"Miss Jones? I'd love some more tea"

"Yes sir" the intercom sweetly replied

"And see if there are any of those lovely cookies from Ensign Malrone left. Sweet and tasty - mmmm - just how I like them!"


//Instructions in PM Stone21

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BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith - Templar, BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith. - Challenger, HMS-Hardy - Indy Gunboat

[DarkRupture]

***Incomming Transmission***
Welcome to the Interwide Bretonia Database
standby...
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.file found. open?|yes/no
..Yes..
accepted, opening file..

Name: Alistair Dunbar
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Subject: BAF recruitment

History:

As the Bretonian Armed Forces recrutment Office whirled down upon him, Alistair began to contemplate the choices and decisions he had made which had propelled him onto this course of action. Being born into a mixed family, Mom a Libertorian, Dad a Bretonian. His father, being in the Bretonian military had taught him many things, one of them was loyalty to Bretonia but as it turned out this so called "virtue" he had acquired would stay with him for a long time. His father, Robert McCrosky, was a Bretonian pilot who, like his forefathers before him, decided to stay in the military for life and make a career of it. His wife Alia was of Libertorian descent however and would certainly not let him forget about it, especially at the dinner table. Alistair had three sisters and one brother. His brother William would come to play an important role in the drama that was to be his life and career. His brother provided someone to wrestle around with and compete against. Quickly the boys grew to try and outdo each other at nearly everything in life: racing to the dinner table, seeing who could hold their breath the longest, who could eat the most chicken and other childish things. Robert tried to raise his children in his shadow, but his wife would have none of it. She pushed her children towards becoming lawyers and doctors, whereas their father pushed them towards the Armed forces. The two boys gave into their mothers demands and became docters Alistair quickly found out that he would follow his fathers footsteps, in the Ranks of Queen Carina's Best as a pilot wearing a Bretonian Armed Forces uniform. While his brothers would become doctors and lawyers, Alistair will indeed stand out from the rest. So he took a deep breath and entered the office


error...biography ends...

closing file...
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..complete..

shutting off database..


***transmission cut***

[Grin]

"I don't care where you think you put it after initial processing - GET IT SENT TO ME!!" the Recruiting Officer roared at the comms unit.

With a deep sigh he sat back and tried to relax.

"What's the problem, sir?" Miss Brown's voice purred at him from the intercom.

"It's those dammed idiots at Central Processing - they have managed to lose the details of a promising recruit - er, Andrew Darby was the name"

"I will find it for you sir, hold on" she said

He opened the top drawer in his desk and uncorked the bottle. The fiery liquid warmed his chest and he smiled in genuine delight as his secretary came in, holding the application details and security checks.

"There you are, sir" she smiled and glided out of the office.

"Some lucky young blighter is....." he managed to drag his mind away from the thought that was forming, and entered the information into his notepad.

"All data correct - Andrew Darby is accepted" He pressed the SEND button.

//PM sent

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BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith - Templar, BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith. - Challenger, HMS-Hardy - Indy Gunboat

[Audacious]

***incoming transmission from Stokes Smelter***
***BMM ID tag number: AT-9974267, registered as Mathew Sinclair, Bretonian ID #9937465/112 ***
***Subject: Application for joining the BAF***
to the recruitment officer,

sir, my name is Mathew Sinclair. I have recently finished a 5-year contract flying escort duties for BMM and i now wish to apply for a place in the bretonian armed forces. i will be at Stokes Smelter for the next few weeks, so if you could please transmit any questions i need to answer to me there.

Mathew Sinclair

***transmission ends***
***retrieving background information for # 9937465/112***
***displaying background***

name: Mathew Sinclair
place of birth: Planet Leeds
Age: 24
sex: male
Height: 5"10

currently unemployed

Employment background:
5-year escort contract with BMM, contract contents indicate Mathew Sinclair was primarily bomber backup against large pirate vessels and served the ocasional escort duty in a fighter.

Parents:
John Sinclair, Bretonian.
deceased, vessel was shot down by kusari forces approximately 1 years ago, during an attack on harris.
Christine Sinclair-Jones, Bretonian
Deceased, Vessel shot down by kusari forces approximately 1 year ago, whilst bringing supplies to planet harris.

Criminal record:
Empty

***end of background check***

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[Grin]

"Mathew Sinclair - yes. Thanks, I will wait" said the recruitment Officer to the commslink to Central.

He went over the supplied details while the deep security checks went on.

//Audacious check PM

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BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith - Templar, BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith. - Challenger, HMS-Hardy - Indy Gunboat

[Audacious]

***incoming transmission from Stokes Smelter***
***BMM ID tag number: AT-9974267, registered as Mathew Sinclair, Bretonian ID #9937465/112 ***
***Subject: RE: Application for joining the BAF***

to the recruitment officer,

Sir, i have answered your questions and attached the file to this message. you should be able to find it in amongst your neural net messages. i hope to hear from you again soon.

Mathew Sinclair


***transmission ends***
***attached file sent to neural net inbox***

// reply sent

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[Grin]

***incoming transmission from Stokes Smelter***
***BMM ID tag number: AT-9974267, registered as Mathew Sinclair, Bretonian ID #9937465/112 ***
***Subject: RE: Application for joining the BAF***

to the recruitment officer,

Sir, i have answered your questions and attached the file to this message. you should be able to find it in amongst your neural net messages. i hope to hear from you again soon.

Mathew Sinclair
***transmission ends***
***attached file sent to neural net inbox***

// reply sent

"Excellent!" said the Recruitment Officer as he scanned the results of the security checks.

"This one looks like a useful Pilot, especially in Bombers and we need those with the number of heavy ships that think they can waltz into Bretonian space whenever they like!"

He added an addendum to the response to Mathew Sinclair: "Yes, money is a little tight just now, but I am sure we can see you fully equipped. Get to New London, Ensign."

//PM sent with instructions

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BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith - Templar, BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith. - Challenger, HMS-Hardy - Indy Gunboat

[Adam Peacecraft]

Name Adam Peacecraft
Age 27
Height 187 cm (62)
Weight 69 kgs (150 lbs)
Eye color Ice blue
Planet of birth - Cambridge
Nationality Blue-Blooded Bretonian
Education Attended the Britannia Royal Naval College, where I studied tactics and diplomacy.
Title Always felt it was a persons character, and not their title, that determined their true worth. However, I am technically Lord of the Peacecraft Estate in Cambridge after inheriting it from my father before me.

Background I did trading for a spell and made a small fortune. My father Jonathan and grandfather Milliard were both colonels in the BAF. I want to uphold the family tradition and serve my Queen and Nation. In their misguided sense of imperialism, the Kusari have murdered thousands of my kinsmen. Theyve forgotten their place, and the BAF are just the chaps to give them a proper good reminding! You have my application. Now, would one of you fine chaps point me in the direction of the pub? Right-ho!

*starts singing like Brian Blessed*
Truth and hope in our Fatherland!
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest
We vow our loyalty

Old traditions they will abide
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds
ALL HAIL BRETONIAAAAA!

Immortal beacon shows the way
Step forth, seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds
HAIL BRETONIAAAAA!

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*puts on fedora and trenchcoat* Now I know what sort of community you really are. *walks off into the rain*

[Patriot]

****Link Open****

***Transmitting***





Greetings gentlemen



I ear the Bretonian armed force look for new recruit these days,i just gain my pilots licence at the academy,and im ready to serve Bretonia.



But first let me introduce myself,im James Ryan Dean,im 21 years old,recently promoted as i said,Born on Cambridge,my parent are still alive,i try to see them as much as i can but i pass all my time in space in my transport,i travel a lots around Sirius,i were looking for a pilots jobs ,i find a lots in the transport of goods ,but all those jobs seems so boring,so i look for better,i look again but nothing,one day i meet a recruiter of the armed force on the Ark Royal battleship in new castle,i talk a lot whit them,he finally convince me to apply,thats the reason of the current transmission.



So if your still looking for pilots,im ready,you can contact me anytime,just tell me where to report and ill be there.



Thanx you



James.R.Dean





***Transmission end***

****Link Close****

[Grin]

Name Adam Peacecraft
Age 27
Height 187 cm (62)
Weight 69 kgs (150 lbs)
Eye color Ice blue
Planet of birth - Cambridge
Nationality Blue-Blooded Bretonian
Education Attended the Britannia Royal Naval College, where I studied tactics and diplomacy.
Title Always felt it was a persons character, and not their title, that determined their true worth. However, I am technically Lord of the Peacecraft Estate in Cambridge after inheriting it from my father before me.

Background I did trading for a spell and made a small fortune. My father Jonathan and grandfather Milliard were both colonels in the BAF. I want to uphold the family tradition and serve my Queen and Nation. In their misguided sense of imperialism, the Kusari have murdered thousands of my kinsmen. Theyve forgotten their place, and the BAF are just the chaps to give them a proper good reminding! You have my application. Now, would one of you fine chaps point me in the direction of the pub? Right-ho!

*starts singing like Brian Blessed*
Truth and hope in our Fatherland!
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest
We vow our loyalty

Old traditions they will abide
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds
ALL HAIL BRETONIAAAAA!

Immortal beacon shows the way
Step forth, seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds
HAIL BRETONIAAAAA!

The Recruiting Officer sat with his head in his hands for a long time after the young man had departed the office for the pub. It really did seem as though the applicants were becoming more insane each passing day.

"That is one crazy toff" he said.

"If the security checks come back OK I will recommend he gets assigned to single-seater fighter duties, so nobody else has to hear him sing!"

//Adam Peacecraft - questions sent by PM

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BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith - Templar, BAF|Lt.Jay.Smith. - Challenger, HMS-Hardy - Indy Gunboat