<strong>Name:</strong>Richard Dawson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Bunk<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Captain Early, Mya, Cookie<br/><br/>Richard was impressed with what had happened at the landing pad. It looked as though the strikers wouldn't budge and he was fully prepared to start shooting. Then Mya manages to not only let them through but allow The Line to use the landing pad as well. He went back to the ship and let Mya give her report on what had happened and even managed a small grin as the captain looked over to him to see if he had anything to add. He merely nodded slightly towards Mya.<br/><br/>The report done he was ordered to prepare the cargo manifests for the factory. Before he left for his bunk, where a copy of the paper work was kept, he turned to Mya to congratulate her.<br/><br/>"Hey, good work out there. Things mighta turned ugly real quick if you hadn't been the one negotiating." he didn't exactly gush out his thanks but he never did say much so this meant a lot from him.<br/><br/>That done he turned and made his way to his bunk where he hung his hat on a hook by the door and locked said door to keep out any prying eyes like Sues niece who he hadn't met yet. She seemed like an inquisitive one, which usually translated into annoying. Well, she was here to stay and so he resolved to putting up with what she did. She was cute though...<br/><br/>He brought his attention back to the data-slate in front of him when the ship lifted off. Everything was in order; Government stamps, cargo weight and number of units. it hadn't changed since it had been loaded and it wasn't exactly easy to conceal so it was safe to assume that none of the crew had decided to sneak off the odd piece of sheet metal. Briefly he wondered what exactly one would do with a massive piece of privately owned sheet metal. He had built a shed out of some sheets back on the ranch but unless they planned to sell the metal for scrap it wouldn't be worth their time and energy moving individual sheets. Idle thinking done he prepared a copy of the manifest for the captain and filed his copy away in his trunk. He stuck it atop older manifests, he kept a copy of all the legal shipping The Line had done, it helped keep the Alliance Patrol ships thinking this was a law abiding ship.<br/><br/>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.