<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>Lance, Keri, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”I won't be helping haul those heavy assed fuel cells around, but I'll trudge some of your parts packages up to the engine room for you.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Braxton watched the arrival of the mule from the gantry that ran across the cargo bay. As always Lance and Keri were bickering over small stuff and their workload. It was funny how they worked so well as a team yet never seemed to be of the same opinion. At their usual workstations, they were as far apart from each other as you could be on the ship, but when they had to work together, they were like…children. The Children of The Line.<br/><br/><strong>”Keri, let me take care of that!”</strong>Braxton said and took the spare parts from the pilot. He wanted to hurry things up but he had given the fuel cells a secret, tentative pull in passing and decided that…that doing the heavy lifting was not a ‘captainly’ thing to do. Right, that was it. Not captainly.<strong>”We got ourselves a free landing pad, courtesy of our little core-princess and I want you on the bridge as soon as possible."</strong><br/><br/>Braxton reached for the mike on his shoulder and pressed the ‘announcement’ button.<strong>”This is the captain: Secure your stations, we lift off in five!”</strong><br/>With a satisfied smile, he punched the button next to the bay door and the cargo ramp retracted into his ship with a loud, pneumatic hiss. They were going to make some money. Not much, granted, but it was going to keep them flying.<br/>