<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>The Line, cargo bay, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, shortly after nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lance, Keri, Cookie<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>As soon as the mule had ascended the ramp, Braxton punched the door control panel.<strong>”Fire her up Keri, Sue’s on board.”</strong><br/><br/>Painfully slowly, the hydraulics labored to retract the loading ramp and he huddled down besides the control panel, reloading Sue’s assault rifle while bullets ricochetted all over the cargo hold. One hit the overhead fluorescent lighting and it came crashing down in a spectacular shower of sparks and the cargo hold went dark.<br/><br/><strong>”Keri, get us out of here! These <em>wang ba dan</em>* are ruining my interior decoration!”</strong>Braxton cursed and emptied another magazine blindly around the corner into the darkness.<strong>”How long does this ruttin door take to close anyway?”</strong>He asked no one in particular and looked at the panel beside him. All the lights were dead.<strong>”Oh now that’s just a <em>how shi sung chung</em>**”</strong><br/><br/>Braxton reached for the microphone on his shoulder. “<strong>Lance, I need a fuse for the cargo hold power on the double. Door’s not closing! We can’t break atmo like that!”</strong><br/><br/><br/>*Sons of dirty bastards<br/>**Fortuitous development (sarcastic)<br/>