<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, cargo bay, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Keri, Lance<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>When the ship had finally settled on its landing struts, Braxton limped back into the destroyed cargo bay to survey the damage. One-ton rolls of sheet steel lay about the wreckage like giant marbles. Twisted pieces of yellow metal poked out under one of them, indicating where the mule had come to its rather final rest.<br/><br/>“Now that’s just peachy!” He exclaimed and fussed about with the wreckage, trying to calculate in his head just how much the repairs and new mule would set him back before deciding that the only thing he should be doing with his head right now was putting whiskey inside.<br/><br/>He limped to the galley and found it deserted. Pots and pans were strewn about everywhere. Sue, of course, was not around to clean up and Elfi wasn’t either. He basically had no idea where the slave was. She had been outside with Sue when the shooting had started, that much was certain. So either she had used the chance to run away…or her body was now lying amongst the strikers strewn about the landing pad at the cannery. Either way, he couldn’t go back to retrieve her. Not after Cookie had taken out a dozen or so of the Levetts with his rifle. They hadn’t even been paid, yet, but Braxton felt that they would be very unwelcome if they returned to Mowa now.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he found a bottle of whiskey and allowed himself a double, followed by another double making it a quadruple. That was the kind of math he<em>could</em>do in his head, although he tended to lose count once he got into the double-digits. It dulled the pain of the financial losses for the moment, but walking around still reminded him of his more personal losses suffered during the battle.<br/><br/>He got to the infirmary to get his leg wound taken care of, but all he found there was Mya enjoying quite another kind of ‘tender loving care’ in the operating room. Considering what he knew of her, it didn’t surprise him much that the doc was playing for both teams, but it<em>did</em>give him quite the rise to watch the action. He considered for a moment to walk in with a witty comment on his lips, rip open his shirt and join into the action like they did in the saucy movies… but with the damaged ship and a damaged leg on his mind, he just quietly grabbed a bandage and left. He would roast Mya later. Sue looked like he would live and that was certainly to her credit, even if he had considered putting a bullet in the man himself just a day ago, so she probably deserved some R&R, even if he wondered what Sue had to say about the doc getting it on with his 'niece'.<br/><br/>His final stop was the cockpit where Keri didn’t look too happy about the entire situation, a feeling he shared.<br/><br/><strong>”What happened out there? And where the hell is Lance?”</strong>He asked the pilot.<strong>”I was really too busy getting shot at and then trying not to get crushed by lose cargo to really pay attention, but it sure sounded and <em>felt</em> like we did this hop on only one engine.”</strong><br/>