Post by Alfred F. Jones on Nov 23, 2013 23:25:13 GMT
Alfred ran a hand through his hair as he sat. He wanted to talk to a higher-up in the scouting legion, and that meant seeking one out for himself. Perhaps that would show that he was actively seeking to boost himself in the rankings.
His promotion - or lack thereof - was precisely why he wished to meet with a corporal in the first place. He'd hoped that on the latest cycle of promotions, he'd be a shoe-in for a position as captain. When he didn't receive the promotion, he felt confused. He'd worked hard on his performance in front of his superiors, hoping to stand out as the best candidate. He thought he'd done it too. He was a talented fighter, and he had plenty of experience. He was twenty-one years old, meaning that he was the right age for it too. So where did he go wrong? Why did he get overlooked?
He thought of his father. George Jones was already a captain by the time that he was Alfred's age - another reason why Alfred's lack of progress was wearing on him. He wanted to live up to his father's image. Less than that was hardly enough. He wanted to be a commander some day. How on Earth was he supposed to get up to that level if he couldn't even make it as a Captain? He fidgeted a little in his seat, hoping that the corporal would come out and greet him soon. He began to drum his hands on his legs as he waited.
His promotion - or lack thereof - was precisely why he wished to meet with a corporal in the first place. He'd hoped that on the latest cycle of promotions, he'd be a shoe-in for a position as captain. When he didn't receive the promotion, he felt confused. He'd worked hard on his performance in front of his superiors, hoping to stand out as the best candidate. He thought he'd done it too. He was a talented fighter, and he had plenty of experience. He was twenty-one years old, meaning that he was the right age for it too. So where did he go wrong? Why did he get overlooked?
He thought of his father. George Jones was already a captain by the time that he was Alfred's age - another reason why Alfred's lack of progress was wearing on him. He wanted to live up to his father's image. Less than that was hardly enough. He wanted to be a commander some day. How on Earth was he supposed to get up to that level if he couldn't even make it as a Captain? He fidgeted a little in his seat, hoping that the corporal would come out and greet him soon. He began to drum his hands on his legs as he waited.
