<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, early afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Phil, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good Morning everyone, Captain Early Sir."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>“Morning Mya, looking good!”</strong>Braxton commented on her dress. Of course he preferred to see her in something less...<em>covering</em>, though he had to admit that, short of Serenity, Mya had the nicest dresses, even if hers where a bit faded. She hadn’t had too much luggage with her when she had been picked up by The Line and, as an indentured servant, the woman hadn’t had the opportunity to update her wardrobe.<strong>”I think the boys are ready to go. Now remember: make nice with the strikers and don’t antagonize the Levetts. Our business today is steel, not lead. All we want is passage through the picket line or a clear landing pad at the factory. And no matter how long things take, I want you back on the ship before dusk, <em>dohn-ma</em> (understand)?”</strong>Braxton reminded his girl of her curfew and reached for the collar of her dress. After yesterday’s events at the dinner table, all eyes were on him, but he just adjusted her collar without touching her wrong in any way. His hands brushing against her throat was enough of a reminder of who was in charge.<br/><br/><strong>”Alright then, head out people! Let’s get this show on the road! We all want to get paid, don’t we?”</strong>Braxton clapped his hands as if he was driving a flock of geese. His crew were good people, though a few too many of them had a mind of their own. Running this ship was like herding cats.<br/>