<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, late afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Richard, Cookie, Announcement<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The men at the factory are waiting our arrival.  We can deliver the cargo anytime."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Braxton was surprised to see Mya’s confident stance and smug face as she delivered the good news. He looked first to Richard and then to Cookie, but none of the men seemed to have anything to add to her report. Whatever she had done out there, it seemed to be her very own achievement.<br/><br/><strong>”Alright then…”</strong>He replied, still a little confused. This was<em>definitively</em>not the same woman that he had thrown out of his cabin with cum on her face last night.<strong>”...good…good work, I guess…Mya.”</strong>He mumbled.<br/><br/>Braxton reached for the microphone on his shoulder.<strong>”This is the captain! Good news everyone: The core-princess played her wily wiles and got us the okay from the strikers. As soon as Lance and Keri are back with the mule, we are going to hop The Line over to the cannery and start unloading. All hands, finish up with what you are doing and be prepared for some serious work. And while we are still on the ground, someone go check and polish the searchlight! We are going to unload through the night. I want to be done and off this rock before this whole town blows up all around us. Sue, get your biggest pot and fire it up in the kitchen! The strikers are making nice with us, so we are making nice with them. And nothing says ‘friends’ more clearly than a bowl of hot soup in a cold night spent outside.”</strong><br/><br/>Braxton released the mike and turned to the people in front of him.<strong>”Alright, then. Richard, have the cargo manifest ready! Cookie, see to it that all the corridors are clear of obstructions. We got us some money to make!”</strong>