<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, attached to its Jumpship<br/>Callison System<br/>Republic Remnant<br/>21 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had nothing further to add to the briefing and Allia's musings were quite correct, there was a lot of work that needed to be done. The logistical effort behind moving a group of trained professionals, and supporting staff, like theirs was far from simple. It wasn't Damian's sole responsibility, of course, since he mostly handled the financial aspect, but that still meant a lot of requests required his approval or feedback before things could proceed. If he got paid a single C-Bill for every word he read in a day, he would have enough money to buy a few planets with spare change. Already, he made the mental note to stock up on caffeine to make sure he was going to pull through as soon as possible. The sole advantage to his side of the arrangements being the first step was that he was also the first to be done with it, and subsequently given a chance to focus on the mission at hand. Many would question why he chose to profile himself as both a warrior and a merchant, despite the loss of his connection to his Clan. But some habits were hard to kick. He enjoyed the heat of a cockpit and the rush of firing a volley of missiles as much as crunching the numbers. Fortunately, Sea Fox clanners knew how to keep a neat and tidy balance there, better than anyone else.<br/><br/><strong>"None? Dismissed,"</strong> he stated calmly, expecting the mass of familiar faces to flood out of the room and go back to their duties. His voice barely louder than a whisper, he looked at Allia from over a single shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. <strong>"I suppose we'll see if the new recruits are going to last under fire..."</strong> he muttered, his eyes narrowed to slits. He soon turned to face both ladies and nodded, before walking off in that usual, disciplined pace, that also implied the fairly rotten moods he was often in.</div>