<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>The Line, infirmary, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Sophie<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158094.msg8014305#msg8014305">Quote from: helvorn on 07-04-2013, 06:33:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Ahhhh.... mah pussy feels so good.  Ahhh.... need... ahh need ah man."</strong>  My eyes stayed locked with Braxton's...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Yah, and I need my doctor.” Braxton pointed at Mya and then at his bloody trouser leg. “And maybe a new engineer who can<em>actually</em>keep my ship in flying condition. And as heartwarming as it is to see the loyal niece stand vigil over her sick uncle,” Braxton added, his voice dripping with sarcasm “I’d prefer if you’d not conduct your business in the infirmary.”<br/><br/><br/>“As for you,” he turned to Mya “time to get busy! Chop, chop!” He pointed at his leg. “That’s the<em>other</em>busy for you.” Braxton clarified and sat down on the operating table. “And just so you know: So far I have always kept our play and your work separate. I kept clear of the infirmary, except for legitimate medical needs, so you could do your work free of distractions. I guess my concern for your ‘professionalism’ was …unnecessary.” Braxton scolded Mya.