Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Threeinone]

John smiles and passes back the papperwork.

"Filled out and ready. and the name is Tailor not Wolfe... Wolfe is just the guy I like to quote."

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There are no accidents and no fatal flaws in the machines; there are only pilots with the wrong stuff.

— Tom Wolfe

[Dieter Schprokets]

Your answers were satisfactory and you will be contacted shortly.

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[Sandermall]

New London, 1342hrs.

A man of middling height, in his mid 20s walks into the recruiting office. His hair is flustered and he has a distinct smell of cockpit-air. He is still wearing the trousers from his flying suit.

Looking around, he heads up to the nearest desk. Placing his feet together in an approximation of 'attention', he looks straight forwards (over the curious recruiting sergeant).
"Here to 'list, Sir."

"Not bleeding 'sir'" growls the Sergeant from his seat. "Bloody work for a living. And stop being a fool."
Looking embarassed, the man takes a sheaf of papers in hand.

Signing down his name, the Recruiting Sergeant reads back;

"Richard Sandermall,
24 years of age,
Born; Leeds, 793."

Glancing up, he asks the newcomer, "What brings you to the forces, man?"

"Loved my country."
"Sure." Growls the Sergeant. There is a glint in the man's eyes that unsettles him little.

He files the papers and sends the young man on his way, to wait for a reply.

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[Dieter Schprokets]

Mr Sandermall

Please answer the questions you have been sent by carrier chihuahua.

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[Dieter Schprokets]

REport for duty, Ensign Sandermall.

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[Tomtomrawr]

*** INCOMING TRANSMISSION ***

[font=Agency FB][color=#000000]PRIORITY: [color=#FF0000]Extremely High
ENCRYPTION: Extremely High
TRANSMISSION TARGET: BAF Recruiting Station #043, Planet Cambridge (Message is to be passed onto a high-ranking BAF official)
IDENTIFICATION: Adam Patterson
SOURCE: Planet Gran Canaria, Omega-49
SUBJECT: Ready to do my duty

[color=#FFFFFF]With the looming Gallic menace, I can no longer ignore the fact that my country needs my service. I must do my duty. You may not remember me, but I am Adam Patterson: the ex-BMM security pilot who has taken it upon himself to remove the IMG from Bretonia. But for even I am forced to admit that Gallia poses a far more immediate danger.

I make a solemn promise to put my... distaste for the IMG aside whilst serving under the command of the Bretonian Admiralty and officially in the service of Her Majesty.

I'm sure you understand why I could not visit a Bretonian Armed Forces recruitment station in person. I probably would have been arrested. And sitting in a jail cell is not where I intend to be during the war to come.

My preference would be service in Her Majesty's Privateers. I feel I hold experience in guerilla warfare tactics behind enemy lines and I would be put to best use there.

I am at Her Majesty's loyal service.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[Dieter Schprokets]

Mr Patterson

The Admiralty can neither confirm nor deny the possibility of state-sanctioned operations by "Privateers".

However, shortly a triple-breasted Golden Cysanthemum lady shall direct you to what may or may not be Admiral Fraser's base in the Taus.

She is one of his favourites, if you know what I mean; nudge nudge, wink, wink, saynomore saynomore.

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[Tomtomrawr]

*** INCOMING TRANSMISSION ***

[font=Agency FB][color=#000000]PRIORITY: [color=#FF0000]Extremely High
ENCRYPTION: Extremely High
TRANSMISSION TARGET: BAF Recruiting Station #043, Planet Cambridge (Message is to be passed onto a high-ranking BAF official)
IDENTIFICATION: Adam Patterson
SOURCE: Planet Gran Canaria, Omega-49
SUBJECT: Ready to do my duty

[color=#FFFFFF]Yes, of course. The Crown would never sanction Privateers. I'm glad to see the Armed Forces keeps contacts within the organisation claiming to be in the service of Queen Carina and engaging in actions that would make them Privateers.

*A pause*

I'm sorry, but did you say triple-breasted? Either you're pulling my leg, or the Kusarians have finally evolved something a bit more useful than narrow eyes.

No, I think you're joking. Although, when it comes to Bretonian officials, it really is hard to tell the difference...

Who am I talking to?

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[Dieter Schprokets]

Sir

Who I am is no concern.

Please just follow the triple breasted lady to the shuttle which will take you to see Sir Fraser.

Good day.

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[Avalanche]

Gregory Luckman, a member of the Territorial Army on planet Leeds. He is someone of talent when it comes to using his head, currently being a private for the 4th squad, 16th company, 101st battalion. A good overall part-time soldier. He spends most of his time in the company's gym center or firring range. He has never really find the will to go full-time in the Bretonian Army, because of his girlfriend and job as a building construction laborer. He is very slender and quite tall, a good working hand and rugged. However he is still very hygienic and into his looks. Constantly trying to improve his body and strain himself in out door events. A sport enthusiast and always wanting to be the best and win. In the barracks on the cold smoggy evening in the base, his fighting friends decided to take the extra step together and try and join into the Armed Forces in space. Determined not to seem like the coward or lesser man, he took that step with them.