[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png [/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution, Bridge [hr][/center]

	The manner in which the rogue Reaver vessel was dealt with did rather seem like Jahosafat's style. It was complicated, dependent upon the proficiency of others, and ended in a flashy manner that resulted in something getting destroyed. [color=f9ad81]"Bravo, Doctor. Excellent bit of tactic, my good fellow."[/color] 

	Foy clapped his hands lightly, or at least as best he could without putting his fine, felt bowler hat in danger. It was a sturdy enough piece of fine, timeless headwear, not to mention that it wasn't the only one that he packed. But it would be quite some time before he would set foot in a place that would afford him the opportunity to replace something as fitting for him as [i]the perfect hat[/i], so he wanted to ensure the quality of said item for as long as possible. Money gave no excuse to be wasteful, unless it was to impress people. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Ah yes, of course, and a tip of my cap to the good people manning their positions here on the Bridge. It was truly a piece of magic to see that the less fiscally and socially well-off can make up for those very shortcomings by acts of proficient daring. Quite the spectacle, really."[/color] 

	The esteemed Mr. Coiffeur seemed particularly pleased with himself, possibly even thinking that he had passed along a compliment in his moderately eloquent ramblings. His one point of note that was potentially of use to the crew was phrased after a short pause, [color=f9ad81]"I say, Firefly shuttles - they are mounted [i]externally[/i], are they not? I don't recall seeing any still attached to the old girl. Something to give a modicum of ponderance."[/color]  

	This was getting interesting, indeed. Perhaps someone was out seeking help nearby. They just might get it, too. The Alliance didn't have much in the way of flowering support out in this corner of the 'Verse. A downed Reaver ship would also surely bring out every able gun in the region to finish off survivors before they could locate civilization and do their dastardly bits to it. Oh, this area would become quite busy (for the population density) in a little while. 

	And speaking of interesting, the game was anew! The damaged Firefly was staying together with duct tape and good intentions, from the looks of her. Their crew must know that a tactically superior vessel, such as the Retribution, could easily overtake and crush them. Logic would dictate a landing, from which they could try to negotiate, bribe, or lay ambush. He did [i]so[/i] hope it was the latter. His hands itched to be weighted by his shooting irons as they grew steadily warmer from repeated use. Another thought came to mind, as it tended to, and he offered a hypothetical to his good friend Jahosafat.

	[color=f9ad81]"I had been considering expanding the family business, Josie. What would you think about "Foy's Haberdashery", hmm?"[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.equilibriumfans.com/EquilibriumStill0100-ClericJohnPreston(ChristianBale)MD.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution, Bridge [hr][/center]

	 "...pursue the Vengeance at this point." A clear and easy command, one that Harper was very capable of doing at the time. It was the simplest matter of finding the ship, obvious in visuals without having to resort to more technical instrumentation. Habit made him check sensors anyway. Habit, and a decided need to not be taken unawares by any lingering Reaver ships that might be in the area, and aware that one of theirs just got impacted into the side of a canyon. Such an event would undoubtedly make his day even worse. 

	[color=008080]"Aye, Captain."[/color] Simple words communicating compliance. This was a Black Ship, and Quinn was the Captain of it. That gave him all the authority he would need to commit acts most unpleasant if the situation hinted at it. But this was an everyday, common order. Even if the Lieutenant didn't like the work he was doing. All the same, might as well do it right. 

	Foy sure was annoying. But the last bit about the shuttles was right. They might have backup on the way. It was something worth considering; it was further Harper's opinion to get done whatever needed doing here and blow atmo before things got worse. Lobbing a question at the Captain seemed like a useful idea, if the question would speed along the results. 

	[color=008080]"Do you want me to hail them, Captain?"[/color]