<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, nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Sophie, Everyone on board<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Ah'm ready fur bahr as well Captain.  Ain't nowhere else in mah cloth'n ta hide a pistol."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>“Is that so?”</strong>Braxton asked and looked the girl up and down. She was a sexy thing that one. Her looks were fresh and innocent, even if her behavior was anything but. Must have cost Sue a fortune to have her on board. He briefly wondered how the cook was able to afford a girl like that for more than a night.<strong>”I know a place or two where I could hide a piece on you. Large caliber, too.”</strong>Braxton insinuated.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"What's going on Captain?  Is anyone hurt?" </strong> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>”No, but it sure looks like someone is going to be.”</strong>Braxton replied and pointed down the loading ramp. Outside, the strikers were getting organized, reinforcing their remaining barricades. It seemed like the Levetts had trouble pushing further onward and the march of the scabs had come to a dead stop. The strikers were hurling insults and trash at them.<br/>