<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, infirmary, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Sophie<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158094.msg8284932#msg8284932">Quote from: orderNchaos on 25-05-2013, 12:05:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"....as much as there must be some way to negotiate with the company to get the money that puts them in a weakened bargaining position."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>“Sorry darlin’, but I think the only way this deal is going to be renegotiated from a position of strength is over the barrel of a gun. Sure, we could take those guys to court, but a court is the last place <em>we</em> want to be. Tell me, Lance, when was the last time some small-time skipper or farmer or small-time <em>anything</em> got his right in an Alliance court? They hang the little guys and the big fish walk away with a handshake and a tip to the hat. That’s how it always ends. Besides, we ain’t exactly in the right. In this case we are, but do you really want a full-scale check on this ship and her crew? Alliance forensics snooping through every bunk and Alliance safety inspectors with their high-tech core-made scanners having a close look at what you are doing – and <em>aren’t</em> doing – in the engine room?<br/><br/>No. I say we walk away. The only question is if we do it with what is rightfully ours, or without it. If the train buffs on the Coretex are right, then the ten o'clock makes a stop at a depot, about fifty miles out from Mowa, to refuel. We go there and place a small charge on the coupling to the freight wagons, which are at the end of the train. We blow it in the middle of the prairie, somewhere in nowhere. The conductor gets an alert, but the train can’t just turn around. That’s not how trains work. Likely, he will just report that he lost a few wagons and come to a halt. Or continue on to Mowa. Either way, it should give us a couple of minutes where we are all alone with the goods. We swoop in, take what is ours and then we blast off this rock for good.”</strong>