<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David shook Max's hand and settled back against the bench to continue sewing.  "David Feather."  He couldn't quite suppress a chuckle at Sarah's attempt to deflect Max away from their CO, having found the man face down dead drunk and passed out not ten minutes earlier.<em>Political bullshit and paperwork, indeed.</em><br/><br/>"Contraband, eh?  Wonderful.  Nothing like lugging a freshly interrogated squad-mate into the shit.  Hopefully they put him back together well enough he can still fight afterwards."  He nods at Sarah.  "I suspect you'll have more than enough work to handle without the PD making things worse, if what you were saying about the colony is right."