<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Captain_Braxton_T._Early.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Braxton T. Early</span></strong></div></div><strong>Name</strong>: Braxton Early<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Captain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge, The Line, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, early afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lance, Cookie, Isi, Phil, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Alright, it’s decided then. Now huddle up!”</strong>Braxton said and spread an e-paper screen over Keri’s console, showing the town's layout and important buildings.<strong>”I guess there is a firm opinion on this ship how I spend my nights. Well, it’s not <em>all</em> I do. Here is what the Coretex and some other sources have on Mowa: <br/><br/>First and foremost, it’s a company town. What that means for example, is that it’s not a settlement on Alliance maps; it’s a factory. Sure, there are houses and whatnot on the premises – even looks like a real town in places – but all the real estate and 90% of the structures belong to the handful of robber barons who run this place. There is no mayor and no sheriff in this town. It’s not listed as a settlement so that means no elections. Just another nifty little legal trick the Alliance has rammed down the throat of the planets on the rim. So the law here are private agents of the Levet Interplanetary Detective Agency, usually called ‘Levetts’. Don’t mistake them for proper sheriffs, though. They are not elected and they are not ‘detectives’, either. Basically, they are mercenaries and riff-raff, given pay, a gun and <em>authority</em>. Not a healthy combination if you ask me. Even Alliance lawmen look like the good cops compared to these guys. So don’t get in any trouble with the Levetts.<br/><br/>Worker conditions are poor. Housing is company-owned and in bad repair. Conditions are cramped and sanitation is poor. The current strike has erupted over the buying out of the last independent general store in Mowa. Rumor has it that it was a ‘take our money, or take our bullets’ kind of deal. Anyhow, now the robber barons have a monopoly and prices have skyrocketed in the company stores. Basically, what they are doing is taking a good portion of the pittance they pay their workers right back by selling them overpriced goods. There are some smalltime traders coming in by train and a little under the table dealing, but by and large, if you buy something in Mowa, you buy from ‘the man’. And it makes the fat cats fatter and the working stiffs even poorer. <br/><br/>I don’t like it, and I hope you guys don’t like it either, but this is not our fight. We have a ship full of cargo and a schedule to keep. I will go to the ‘owners quarter’ and speak to the local management, you know, the guys who are gonna pay us, see what they have to say. But basically, we are on ‘door to door’ contract and I don’t think I will see a single credit before the goods are in their hands. <br/> <br/>So you guys will have to find a way for us to deliver. Talk to the union representatives. There should be one with every large group of strikers. Maybe they are in negotiation already and things will clear up anyhow. If not, try to appeal to them. We are working stiffs like them, are we not? Maybe they will be nice and let us through. Maybe they can be convinced that it's better for their health if they let us through. Don’t force the issue, though. If things get violent on our account, we could end up in a world of trouble.<br/><br/>So that’s the rundown. Lance, you going with the men or are you going to jump into your fancy ‘Mr. Engineer, Sir’-suit and be all respectable-like with me? Provided, of course, that there are no major issues with the ship."</strong><br/>