<strong>Name:</strong>Richard Dawson<br/><strong>Position:</strong>First Mate<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge, Landing port<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>Richard arrived on the bridge just in time for the Captains assessment of life on Shadow and the political litany about the Alliance. The former he appreciated but the latter he nearly rolled his eyes at. Politics can be left outside the briefing room when things needed to get done.<br/><br/>"Alright Captain, I'll go deal with the strikers. I'll bring Girias along with me just in case but I should be able to talk them down." He said. He looked over at the man and said "I'll meet you on the ground."<br/><br/>Despite his confidence in negotiating with the crowd, he returned to his bunk where he strapped on his gun belt and slung his shotgun over his shoulder. The pockets of his duster were filled with twenty odd shells for the long arm while his pistol had spare rounds tucked into the belt loops. They would be handy for the next step of negotiating, and if he failed then his two trusty friends were very loud and eloquent speakers, and he figured he could make at least a dozen fatally profound arguments before things got real ugly. He donned his trusty hat and then left his bunk to find Girais.<br/><br/>"Remember, we're going to try and talk them down first, so no shooting unless they start. I'll do the talking, I just need you there to look intimidating. Find a good spot to take cover if things get ugly, since I'll need you to cover me when they do. Sound like a plan?"<br/><br/>