<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>,<em>Potential Pilot </em><br/>2519, Present Day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Open<br/>Location - Walking through markets around the dock area<hr/><br/>Three days.<em>Three</em>gorram days it's been since Sidney had a job, and his funds were starting to run low. Sure his last job paid fine. But when the captain told them that their next job was transporting some "sensitive cargo" for a friend in the business of entertainment of the female variety, Sidney decided to call it quits. Not feeling that such a venture would be prosperous or more importantly<em>right</em>, Sidney left, taking his due pay and leaving without a backwards glance. Of course as soon as the ship left atmo, the local Alliance received an anonymous message about illegal human trafficking.<br/>Sensing Sidneys melancholy Sha-li sat on his shoulder chirped out "swai" before nuzzling his cheek. Causing Sidney to smile. "I know" Sidney cooed to the bird, scratching her head with a finger. "I still think leaving was the best thing we did" he continued. "Still, A job would be better don't you...? He turned to where Sha-li had been perched only a moment ago, but was now missing. It was unlike her to fly off.<br/>"Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng!" Sidney turned to where the noise came from. Catching a flash of blue between the crowd. "Get this hwun dan thing off me." He moved through the crowd to see a man on the floor and Sha-li flapping and sreetching and pecking at his face. The noise of muffled laughter emitting from some of the crowd. Sidney was about to intervene, when he noticed clutched in the man's hand a familiar looking object. He padded his pocket and found that his wallet was in fact, missing. Sidney strode forwards and collected his wallet from the man's hand. And probably longer than he should have later collected Sha-li. "Many thanks sir. You've found my wallet." The man moved as if to move towards Sidney but a sharp his from Sha-li set him back on his rump, along with more laughter from the crowd. "Yeah, uh. Found it on the ground. Musta fell out your pocket"<br/>"Thanks again" Sidney said with a nod as he turned away. Sha-li giving the thief the bird equivalent of a death stare the whole time. As soon as they were down the street Sha-li chirped up. "Job done?" she chirruped. "Yeah it is, I suppose you've earned a treat. " he replied, heading towards the mouth watering smell of hot biscuits (this is the English meaning of the word, Think Graham crackers), buying one for himself and another for Sha-li. Who grasped it in one claw before almost attacking it with her beak in her haste to devour it. Sidney was about to took into his own, relishing the warm buttery smell. When a noise of protesting metal caught his attention.<br/>Sidney looked up to catch a glimpse of a ship in the vague shape of a dragon from the old legends of Earth-that-was with a bright yellow glow to its aft. "Huh. That looked like a Firefly" he said. taking a bit out of his biscuit. He walked for a few paces before stopping suddenly, causing Sha-li to fling out her wings to stop herself falling. "That<em>was</em>a Firefly!" He said out loud, ignoring the strange looks from others around him. Before starting off in the direction of where the ship was.<br/>It took him almost an hour to make his way to where the Firefly class ship had berthed. He looked at the information sign in front of it. Firefly Class Transport. Designation:Man's Ruin, Time until Departure: 2d 23hr, Captain: Castle, Crew vacancies: 1. Pilot required... "Wait!<strong>Pilot</strong>required?" Sidney almost exclaimed out loud. He stood back and looked up. Admiring her contours. The almost noble bearing of her cockpit at the prow. Could it be? Could he really become a pilot of a firefly class transport? A ship he'd wanted to see, let alone pilot. Sine he'd heard one of the old hands describe one on his first ore transport as a junior rating. He was still stood admiring the ship when they found him.