<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, nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Keri, Cookie, Lance, Sophie, Everyone on board<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Braxton stood on the loading ramp of the starboard cargo bay and stared out into the night. Apparently, the local utility workers had joined into a general strike and Mowa was dark safe for a few windows where wise folk had stockpiled on candles and petroleum. Here and there, barrel fires showed the position of the striker posts. The night seemed peaceful and quiet so far. There was no telling how Cookie could be sure that trouble was brewing but Braxton decided to trust the man’s instincts. Better to be safe safe than sorry.<br/><br/>No sooner than he had finished the thought, bright white lights flared up at the railway station and a fast train came to a screeching halt. Immediately, the striker positions nearby burst into noise and activity. There were shouts and screams. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but it looked like the Levetts were tearing down the barricades, opening a corridor.<br/><br/><strong>”God-dammit, Cookie!”</strong>Braxton cursed under his breath and took his mike from his shoulder. The man was like a psychic when it came to violence! Braxton pressed the button for the ship’s public announcement system.<br/><br/><strong>”This is the captain. Trouble’s afoot. It looks like…”</strong>Braxton peered out into the darkness, trying to make sense of the action in the distance. The streets of the ‘corridor’ were lit by road flares and the Levetts were beating back the strikers with their batons while a huge group of men marched from the station to the factory.<strong>”…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 <em>last</em>.”</strong><br/>