<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fuel Station/Parts Supplier<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lance, Phil<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the back of the mule, Keri dozed through Phil and Lance's conversation about Braxton and Mya. If she could have heard what they were talking about, she'd have been glad she was sleeping. In truth, she didn't have much interest in Braxton's love, or sex, life. He had one, that was all the information she needed so long as it didn't suddenly make him ground<em>The Line</em>. While she dozed, broken fragments of dreams flickered through her mind, noting solid, nothing concrete, just images of things she's seen, people she knew, placed she'd been, places she'd only seen in pictures and wanted to go, things/people she'd fantasized about. It all blurred together into a pleasant mish-mash that made her lips curve up into a sweet smile that made the relaxed lanes of her face look even younger than she actually was.<br/><br/>Feeling the mule draw to a stop, she snapped awake almost instantly, eyes alert and focused as if she'd never drifted off at all. Sliding from the mule she flashed the men a grin and sauntered inside to haggle about fuel cell prices with the proprietor of the junkyard/parts shop/fueling station. She wasn't surprised that it was an all-purpose place. On a core planet the businessman might have been able to specialize in just one area, but out this far, you had to have multiple areas of interest for your customers or you weren't likely to keep food on the table!<br/><br/>She didn't get as good a deal as she would have liked, but she didn't do badly either and within a half an hour there was a large, automated, dolly waiting by the mule for Phil and Lance to unload the heavy fuel cells from so they could take them to the ship and keep her bird flying!<br/><br/>With a smirk at the men she hopped up onto the front end of the mule, stretching out on her back, without a word, and sighing as she simply let the warmth of the sun start to sink into her skin. Petite as she was, she would have been rather useless trying to play muscle, that was their job, and while they were at it, she was clearly going to catch some sun! Calling back, she couldn't resist teasing them, "When you boys are done let me know! I want to get back and find out if we're going to actually make our delivery and get paid!"<br/><br/>She knew Lance still needed to look for some parts and that was fine, she wasn't going to push. She was going to work on her tan while they worked. Without a word to either of them she reached up and lifted her shirt off and over her head, revealing a bikini top the same shade of violet as the tunic she'd just been wearing. The dark shade of purple stood out against the pale smoothness of her skin (which was something she was trying to fix, though being perpetually pale was a pitfall of life in the Black) as she reached up and folded her hands back behind her head and waited for the men to say they were done and ready to head back.