<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Streets of Mowa, Shadow Factory. The Line<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton Richard, Cookie.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/>Mya was feeling pretty proud of herself.  This had been the first time since she was rescued from that freighter that she's really taken an interest in the affairs of the crew or really felt like she had done something of value aside from stitch Sue up.  It felt good to use her strength and charm to get something done and not have to rely on her medical skills.  During the quiet walk back to the ship she considered the situation, how Braxton had thought a person with a bit of class and style might be able to work the strikers to get what they wanted.  Everyone had expected trouble and gun fire, and she had simply talked to the man and gained everything they wanted.  <br/><br/><em>Could I be a normal member of the crew and do stuff like this all the time?</em>  She asked herself, deep in her thoughts.  <em>Would Braxton release her from the bond if she paid the remainder of the requirement but asked to stay on?</em>  She knew that Braxton liked having her as a toy, and she enjoyed being used by him, but she hated the idea that she was <em>his</em>.  She wanted to be able to make that choice for herself, and she finally realized that she had the bargaining chip she needed to negotiate with Braxton.<br/><br/>Approaching the ship, the three of them looked no less for wear, but the status of their mission could be readily seen on Mya's face.  Her gleaming eyes and mischievous grin spoke volumes of outcome of their mission.  Walking directly up to Braxton, Mya's smile grew wider.  "The men at the factory are waiting our arrival.  We can deliver the cargo anytime."<br/></div>