<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie, Braxton<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mya listened to the confession from Sue, not sure how it made a difference one way or another out here on the edge if civilization.  She had a new life ahead of her and she knew she wanted to do whatever it took to make that life last without getting dead or thrown in jail.  She's survived death at the hands of deep space and she was one step closer to being free again, the only thing that mattered was getting off Shadow and finding a way to Braxton's payment.<br/><br/>"Why don't we go to Persephone"  My fidgeted with her stethoscope for a second while she considered her comment.  "I picked up that damned doomed transport out of Persephone.  It's not that long of a trip from here.  They have reputable repair facilities with Alliance techs and access to the core."  She looked up at Braxton with a simple defiant smile.  "The money you'll get from our arrangement should pay for any repairs and there's a good chance we can find some descent work provided we know the right people to talk to."  Her smile grew a bit at the thought of getting involved with crooks and smugglers considering the life she left to come to this point.  "I just might know some people who can introduce us to these right people."  The face twisted into a mischievous grin. </div>