<div align="center">(http://i57.tinypic.com/zqsd1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Belle Dame</span></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i59.tinypic.com/e71i09.jpg)</div><br/>Another typical day aboard the Belle Dame, roving headquarters of Reilly's Rogues Mercenary Co. The crew had actually managed a full week off without any action, a rarity in their line of work. Time off was good to rest the body and mind, but it didn't fill bellies. It was costly to maintain the ship and equipment it held, and so any spare credits often went to that first, leaving food for second. A lack of work could mean lean means, so vacations could turn sour in a hurry. The girls were all going about their business when a familiar voice chimed over the ship's intercom.<br/><br/><em>"Attention, ladies! Attention! New bounty! Everyone to the meeting room, please!"</em><br/><br/>It was Reilly's first in command, a lovely, well-dressed brunette named Rose. Rose was seen more often than Reilly herself, often serving as the mouthpiece for their absent captain. She was easy on the eyes, even-tempered, and well-mannered, meaning she was a bit hit with most of the crew. A new bounty meant the drought (and the vacation) was over. Word spread through the ship like wildfire and it wouldn't take long for the ladies of the Belle Dame to file into the meeting room.<br/><br/>Just off the bridge, the meeting room was a simple space used for briefing the mercenaries on any tasks that needed to be done. It was furnished only with a long table surrounded by chairs and the back wall was, in it's entirety, a computer screen used for displaying pivotal mission information. Very high tech for bounty hunters. Rose was always one to insist that careful planning was the key to any successful bounty. When the ladies arrived they'd see the lovely 'flower of the Belle Dame' standing at the end of the room with a smile on her face and her trusty clipboard in hand.