<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, Factory landing pad, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, early evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sue, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158094.msg7367169#msg7367169">Quote from: vin26m on 12-12-2012, 00:32:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Hey, Cap'n, Ah hope that landin' was smooth enough for ya'll.  Whaddya wanna do first?  Soup's on and ready.  Ah can take care of servin' the strikers, or Ah can tell Elfi how to handle that while Ah unload this here cargo."</strong><br/><br/>Sue stood there, where for the command from Braxton.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>”Go outside with her and find a spot to set up. Once you are done, come back and help with the loading. I think Elfie can handle the ladle.”</strong>. Braxton replied, Lance’s snide comment on him using Mya to negotiate still ringing in his head. It had been an unusual move to send the indentured servant, but you couldn’t argue with the results. People tended to forget that Mya was more than just a sex toy, a reputation that was in no small part the result of Braxton’s actions. Elfie on the other hand…there was no way in hell that that girl could be useful for anything but simple labor.<br/><br/>Braxton hit the button next to the cargo door and the ramp descended with a loud, pneumatic hiss. The sun was low on the horizon, basking Shadow’s endless prairies in a blood-red sheen but the strike was still going strong. The workers had set up empty barrels to make fires in to keep them warm throughout the night. Others, they used as makeshift drums that they beat incessantly.  The message was clear: no one in Mowa would get any sleep until they got their way. While the strikers noisily held their barricades, the heavily-armed Levetts moved about on the factory grounds.<br/><br/>None of his crew seemed to be in a hurry to move the goods, but by now Braxton was used to their definition of ‘work’. Admittedly, it wasn’t too much unlike his own, but on days like this he really wished it was legal to outfit each and every one of them with the ‘zapping’ collar for lazy slaves that Elfie wore. With a sigh, he took the wheeled mule and attached the prongs that turned it into a forklift. He had to speak with the chief of the warehouse anyway – for the paperwork and to get paid – so he might as well deliver the first roll of steel sheeting himself. If he was lucky, he could ask for another forklift to make things go faster.<br/>