"Yeah, fuck." Jim scrubs a hand through his hair, pacing the floor a little as he thinks. "Paper trail takes time to make, and it's gotta be tight. No loose ends. If... if we said you're from a colony, maybe one of those technophobe communes..." He keeps muttering, half to himself, thinking out loud as he runs through the possibilities. "Wouldn't be records, but there'd have to be something... but then we'd need to... has to be legit..."

After several moment, he seems to remember he has an audience, and gives Hunter a half-apologetic look. "It's not gonna be easy to throw something together this fast, but you don't gotta have it all straight to enlist, just to graduate. If we say you're from someplace they're still keeping paper records, instead of digital, that could buy us some time. It'd be a good excuse why you're not familiar with all the modern tech, too."