<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>Starboard cargo hold, The Line, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, late afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sue, Keri, Richard, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158094.msg7354060#msg7354060">Quote from: Caela on 09-12-2012, 17:53:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em> I'm ready to do just that here and now, Captain.  With your permission and on your command, of course.</em><br/>Keri smirked once more as Sue told the Captain they were ready to take off. Leaning forward she nipped at his ear playfully and murmured, "Shall we see if you can fly distracted? Make a milk run a bit of a challenge? What do you think you should win if you land the bird without a single shudder despite my attempts to distract you? Better yet, what do I get when you land like a rock because you're not ready to fly <em>distracted</em>?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Braxton reached for his shoulder microphone and answered Sue’s request.<strong>”If Keri thinks you are ready, then you are ready. I’m sure she would never do anything that would risk the ship.”</strong>He told the cook, blissfully unaware of the shenanigans taking place in the cockpit. He switched the comlink to announcement mode.<strong>”This is the captain: we will be airborne shortly!”</strong><br/><br/><br/>As the Line’s engines powered up, making the deck shake beneath his feet, Braxton paced amongst the stacks of steel sheeting. Everything seemed to be in order and it was just a tiny hop anyway. Still, with heavy cargo like this, there was always the danger of something coming lose, especially if the pilot was a bit rough with the stick. Equipment or even a crewmember might be crushed and, more importantly, the sudden shift of balance could ruin The Line’s trim. A rookie pilot might overcompensate and roll her over. As he walked between the stacks Braxton reached out and tested each of the fabric cargo belts for tension. The day was going well. He really didn’t need a face-down landing to ruin it.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158094.msg7352464#msg7352464">Quote from: Jecter on 09-12-2012, 06:08:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Standing and leaving his bunk he wandered around to try and find the Captain. He wasn't entirely sure where to look so he went to the Galley. It was a natural gathering place, so maybe someone would be there who could point out where the Captain was. If not, he could always try his bunk or the cargo bay. Entering the dining area he saw that nobody was there, though the soup was cooking. It smelled great and Richard was definitely looking forward to dinner, though he hoped it wouldn't be as bad as their first night in The Black. Shrugging his shoulders he made his way to the cargo bay, data slate in hand.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>”Hey, Richard!”</strong>Braxton greeted the first mate.<strong>”Are all the papers ready? I’m sure our business partners have something more important on their minds right now – with the strike and all – but it makes things smoother if everything is in order.”</strong><br/><br/><br/>