<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>Her Cabin, Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Braxton (mentioned)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Keri didn't bother going back outside after she called the Captain. She wanted to be near the Coms in case the Captain radioed back instructions and she wanted to be near the flight controls if a fast exit was needed. She<em>did</em>however, duck off the Bridge for a couple moments to change her clothes. If it came to fighting she didn't want to be doing it in shorts and a tunic. Instead she shimmied into a pair of denim pants that could have been painted on, a white button up shirt and a brown leather vest over it. With the boots she paired it with, and the cut of the clothing, it almost looked stylish. What wasn't readily apparent was that the vest was, just slightly, thicker than average and would provide some extract protection against the edge of a blade. Wouldn't do any good against the point of one, or a bullet, but she didn't have the credits for that kind of coverage and if they needed it they were probably humped anyway!<br/><br/>Around her hips she strapped her gun belt with her small six-shooter and the sheath that held her favorite dagger strapped against her thigh. Odds of her needing either were minimal but they were the best security blankets money could buy her. She was far more likely to be pushing the Line into a hard burn to get the off-world than she was to be fighting, but she liked to be prepared.<br/><br/>By the time she was back on the Bridge, she heard the Captain's voice over the internal Coms,<em> ”…like they are bringing in strikebreakers. Let’s see how the strikers take it. We are still finishing up our loading operation but I want every one to be prepared for anything. Mya, get your emergency bag! Lance, Keri, make sure that we are ready for immediate takeoff! Sophie, get your uncle’s guns, he is still outside with the mule! And cookie…do what you do best. Just promise me that whatever happens, you will shoot last.”</em><br/><br/>Strikebreakers, scabs...Keri cursed under her breath and started running through pre-flight checks. Things wouldn't be likely to get anything but ugly with the company bringing in workers to try and break up the strike. In fact she'd seen them get damned ugly, damned fast, when a company was trying to break up a strike. Once she'd seen them turn deadly and, not for the first  time in her life, she was suddenly glad she was a pilot and not some rim world factory worker!<br/><br/>While she was flipping switches and checking gauges, anyone on board would be able to feel the gentle hum that was the engines<em>just</em>beginning to turn. They weren't on full throttle by any means but she had them idling, gentle-like, so they could be kicked into gear and off this rock in just a few seconds if the Captain gave the word.