(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/MalePilot.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Alexander Briggs, Former Alliance Pilot</span></span><br/>Plot points: 2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attributes:<br/>Mental D10<br/>Physical D8<br/>Social D6<br/><br/>Skills (Specialties):<br/>Craft D6<br/>Fix D6<br/>Fly D12 (Pursuit)<br/>Focus D8<br/>Know D8 (Alliance Military)<br/>Notice D10 (Investigation)<br/>Operate D8 (Security Systems)<br/>Shoot D10<br/>Survive D6<br/>Throw D6<br/><br/>Distinctions:<br/>Ship's Pilot D8<br/>Obsessive D8<br/>Alliance Record D8<br/><br/>Signature Assets:<br/>Gold Pen D6<br/>Lucky Gas Mask D6<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Alexander felt a trickle of sweat worm its way down his back as he thought about how close he’d come to disaster. When the hammer cracked down on the table, he’d been just a heart’s beat away from leaping to his feet and shouting something about the gamblers being under arrest. Hells, he would’ve done it if Eli hadn’t been a little quicker off the mark. Even after six months of flying the<em>Thundercracker</em>, part of Alexander – the instinctual part that relied on reaction rather than conscious thought – sometimes forgot he wasn’t a law enforcer anymore. An alliance deputy could’ve held a mob at bay thanks to the power he represented, but a<em>former</em>deputy with no gun, no badge, and no authority… well, suffice to say the patrons of No Guns Allowed probably wouldn’t have taken kindly to him playing the role of lawman.<br/><br/>He took another slug of whiskey, and set the near-miss aside. All said and done, nothing bad had actually happened. A few strangers lost money at cards, and one of them received a bruise or two. That was all.<br/><br/>Tuning back in to the conversation, Alexander shot a glance around the bar, checking to see if anyone was watching them. John had a point: they were supposed to be meeting a contact, after all.<br/><br/>“Could well be the captain’s contact has already arrived, and is just waiting for things to… you know…<em>settle down</em>after the excitement earlier. Not that I disapprove of the intervention, of course.”<br/><br/>He tactfully refrained from commenting on the pickpocketing that started the whole ruckus. Clay had already said what needed to be said; adding to it would just sound like jumping on the bandwagon.<br/><br/>“What sort of business are we here for, anyway? More to the point, are you expecting me to fly the<em>Thundercracker</em>in the next few hours? Figure I should clear up that little detail before I drink much more…”