<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>Goods Entrance, Sihnon Standard Meat Company cannery, Shadow<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3rd of september, 2505, early evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sue, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sue was the only one who was around to get any work done and Braxton slowed down to let him hop onto the mule. The trailer was loaded down heavily with a roll of steel sheeting and the suspension creaked dangerously as he turned a corner and drove into the factory warehouse.<br/><br/>“So… think the peace will hold?” Braxton asked, gesturing outside. So far, the workers were accepting their food and the landing pad was clear. At the same time, the Levetts didn’t seem to have any orders to stop Elfie from feeding the strikers. It was a rather precarious situation, playing both sides, but it was the only way they could get any business done. Running The Line was expensive. She wasn’t some fringe tramp freighter that could pick up spare parts everywhere and every day that she sat idle cost him dearly.<br/><br/>“Yo, hello!” Braxton shouted once they had arrived in the cavernous warehouse. It was an older structure made from the sturdy prefab parts that hadn’t changed in design since the worlds of the Verse had been first settled. The main floor was stacked with wooden pallets, either empty or holding canned meat and high rise racks lined the walls.<br/><br/>A middle aged man with a potbelly wearing a blue work suit came out of his little ‘house’ that was nested against the wall next to the main gate.<br/><br/>“Delivery A47D4, as requested and on time.” Braxton told him and held out a clipboard with the documents. His finger hovered over the line that said: ‘Payment on delivery’.<br/><br/>“Alright drop it off here, right next to the main factory floor” the man took the papers and pointed at a free area on the warehouse floor. We will put it to good use real soon.”<br/>