(The characters for this RP can be found here: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83692.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83692.0))<br/><br/>Persephone was a hardly a world one wanted to be stuck on for longer than one had to.  The Easesdown Docks though served its purpose just fine and dandy when it came to harboring rusting decrepit ships and their desperate, looking-for-world-eternally crews.  One particularly Firefly-class transport had been sitting on the hot surface of Persephone, staring up at the skies it couldn't fly in until it had enough fuel put in her to get her up there.  But money didn't come easy in Easesdown, despite what its brochures and local street rats might say.  Real money was as rare was real whiskey was; more a legend than a reality.<br/><br/>When Xev received word of a lucrative job, he knew it had to be fake.  No one pays that amount of platinum just to have some girl stolen away.<br/><br/>The sun was particularly hot come noon time and the old Chinese man had already hobbled away after handing Xev the missive from someone calling himself "Skyes".  The unshaven captain wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty brow, squinting down at the parchment in his hands, written solely in Chinese.  He strained to read it, his Chinese being only for cursing rather than scholarly pursuits.  He ran back up the ramp of the unnamed Firefly and pounded on the hull.<br/><br/>"Jenn, get your sweet ass out here and look this shit over for me!"