<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Captain_Braxton_T._Early.jpg)<br/>    <strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Braxton T. Early</span></strong></div><strong>Name</strong>: Braxton Early<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Captain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just outside of town, Mowa, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, early afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>All, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/madstoat/arid_web.jpg)</div><br/>Braxton looked outside the bridge window and nodded. Shadow’s brownish-blue disk filled the entire view. Soon enough, trailing flames started to appear around the front canards and quickly engulfed the entire ships. A shudder went through The Line as they became fully atmospheric and she bucked like a bronco – or Mya, the captain mused with a smile – but then the furious decent made way for a smooth glide. Keri had the ship fully under her control. This was her element. Braxton let go of the handhold and reached for his shoulder microphone.<br/><br/><strong>“This is the captain. We are now approaching Mowa on Shadow. Local time is 15:05, the weather is sunny and warm. I would like to remind you that the senate of Shadow has passed the twenty-second amendment to the Alliance assault weapons ban, so if you happen to be in the possession of an assault rifle or other fully automatic small arm, go ahead and take her out for a stroll in the sun. <br/><br/>Keri, why are you? Hey…ah!”</strong><br/><br/>The Line pulled up sharply, breaking off its landing run, and Braxton almost lost his balance and had to steady himself on the handhold.<br/><br/><strong>“Keri, why the fuck are there <em>people</em> sitting all over the landing pad?”</strong>He asked the pilot. He had let go of the microphone and it now dangling from his shoulder by its spiral cable. After a moment to assess the situation he took it up again.<br/><br/><br/><strong>“Ah, alright, crew. It looks like there is a <em>strike</em> going on in Mowa. No smoke at all from any of the factory chimneys and workers in red union wests are performing a big gorram sit-in on the landing pad. Keri will bring us down a bit out of town and we will see what we can find out on the ground.<br/><br/><br/>Prep you gear people! I want one team to go to town and talk to the strikers, see if they will let us land at the cannery to unload the cargo. Be safe, bring some artillery, but keep it simple. Don’t aggravate the locals and don’t start anything. The law here seems to be private and they look heavily armed. If there is violence, the first shot <em>cannot</em> be yours. This is not our fight; we are only here to do honest business.<br/><br/>Keri, Lance, take the mule and see if you can get fuel and any parts you need. Not sure if there will be trouble, but if you feel unsafe take one of the hands with you to stand guard while you do your thing. This town looks like it is rigged to blow.<br/><br/>Everyone else has shore leave for the moment. Not that the town looks too inviting at the moment…”</strong><br/>Braxton had walked all the way down to the cargo bay while making his announcement and now stood in front of the rear cargo ramp. He pushed a button on the console and the bay doors opened and the ramp descended. The first thing that hit him was the heat: Shadow was<em>hot</em>. The second was the dust. They had landed on open ground and The Line’s powerful thrusters had charred the grass underfoot and the trademark brown soil of Shadow was blowing into his eyes and mouth.<br/><br/>The Captain descended down the ramp, his rancher boots clanging on the metal floor and spit the dirt back to where it had come from. In the distance, huge corrals had been set up on the open plains and they were filled to bursting with mooing cattle.<br/><br/><strong>”Yeah, feels like home alright.”</strong>He muttered under his breath and watched as his people got to work. In the distance, he could see the town gate, blockaded like the landing pad by a sit-in of workers in red union vests.<br/>