A requirement of all citizens within the Sparnell Confederation, once a member of the Confederation reaches the age of sixteen they are required to participate in a ten year conscription within the Sparnell Armed Forces. Upon completion they are welcome to re-enlist, or forge their own path using the training they received during the service.
“The less they have to worry about right now, the better. He’s in good hands. That’s all that matters.” She looked up from her report, smiling sadly. “He’s sixteen. On Sparnell, he’d be considered old enough to decide for himself.” “Were we really old enough, though?” “No,” Javon laughed, the motion sending ripples through her orange fur. “That’s why it worked so well.”
Once a Sparnelli citizen turns sixteen they are recognized as an adult and expected to present themselves for their ten year conscription into the Sparnell Armed Forces. On more populous planets such as Sparnell citizens are required to submit their paperwork on their birthday and are often accepted for training the same day. On less populous more rural planets citizens are granted leeway of up to a week, and sometimes are not formally accepted until a month later. Those who fail to apply for their mandatory service within the SAF are arrested and forced to serve anyway, often under stricter requirements and even lengthened terms of service. Those deemed unfit for traditional service due to medical or personal problems are assigned elsewhere for the duration of their service, in roles traditionally considered inferior and sometimes even shameful depending upon how closely an individual follows the teachings of Confederation leadership.
“Let me just get your paperwork squared away, and we can get you into the seminar before you miss too much more of it,” Soren offered, holding out his hand. Jake faltered, before passing over the papers he’d taken from the office. “This is all I have left. Gorlik took the rest.” Soren scowled, reading the notes. “This isn’t anything useful at all, I’m afraid.” He shook his head, grabbing a tablet from his desk. “No matter. We’ll just have to fill out what we can from scratch, and get the rest from your planetary government. Birthday?” Jake bit his lip. He didn’t know anything about Sparnell’s calendar. <Tell him you turned 16 yesterday,> Feels suggested. “Prompt. Always good to see in a conscript,” Soren smiled when Jake relayed the information.