<div align="center"><strong>~&lt;=&gt;~ Kiran Reed (yes, ladies, he's single) <del>   </del> Oxhorn Saloon <del>   </del> Might have found a ride off this dustball <del>   </del> dressed (http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg) sharply (http://www.dabblestone.com/bio_files/Sam%20Worthington%20poster.jpg), as always ~&lt;=&gt;~</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg)</div><br/>Kiran couldn't help but smirk and chuckle lightly at the "cute" response. Bringing his glass up, he took another sip, letting the sweet burn sting his throat before exhaling with a small but content sigh. It was good stuff, but unfortunately that meant his glass would be empty all the sooner. Talk about a double-edged sword...<br/><br/>The petite redhead moved to the side of the man he was talking to, acting and responding in a way that had Kiran raise an eyebrow alongside the dark skinned man, though his seemed to change to frown soon after. He then pulled the woman between himself and the table, shushing her before turning his attention back to the mechanic and asking him some questions. Sounded a bit like a job interview, to be frank. Well, it wasn't like Kiran had jobs piling up in front of him right now anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"A Dragonfly class, huh? Can't say I have, but I know the prints well enough,"</strong>he replied while scratching the stubble of unshaven hair on his chin thoughtfully, running the numbers through his head.<strong>"Should have a cargo cap of about two tons and falls under category four in terms of speed classes for spaceships, with a three sixty fuel cap. A thruster on each side, just behind the cockpit and crew compartments, with the main engine in the rear end. Pretty sleek design for a transportship and should be able to make a degree per sec turns. Reactor, engine and thrusters are made up mostly from Garret and Camdon parts while the computer, comm and sensors are Garmin tech."</strong><br/><br/>Kiran had to remember to send his parents a thank you letter sometime for leaving all those skiff and ship designs, both military and civilian, laying around the house when he was still a young lad. He might not be as good at remembering other things, but when it came to skiffs and ships, he was pure golden.<br/><br/>Potential trouble seemed to wade itself into the bar just then, doors swinging open, inviting in an unpleasant cloud of dust, followed by a pair of even more unpleasant looking pair of man. What got Kiran's attention tough was the young blond they were dragging along with them. It was the young local who had been asking around for the Asian doctor. She didn't look too happy being hauled towards the table where the purple bellies on shore leave sat. This already had him off his chair with one asscheek. The dark skinned man seemed to have the same idea. Following after, Kiran positioned himself next to his potential employer. The Asian doctor joined in as well, showing some spunk he hadn't expected to see in such an innocent looking woman.<br/><br/><strong>"Didn't think Alliance chumps would stoop to this level, putting their hands on innocent girls. Wonder what BRASS would say if they saw this,"</strong>Kiran's words were directed towards the soldiers, in an attempt to ward them off. No soldier liked having their superior find out about them having being naughty, so hopefully the idea alone would be enough to make these guys back off.<br/><br/>...Somehow he doubted it though. That would almost be<em>too</em>easy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Purple belly =  An Alliance soldier or officer. The Alliance's official colors include purple and are used on the abdomen of Alliance troop body armor.