[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] Eavesdown Docks [hr][/center] The man strode confidently forward, keen eyes searching for an Alliance ship designation among the signs and arrows present, leading would-be travelers to their vessels of choice. This was truly a melting pot of different people, much more diverse of a world than his own home. The confidence in his face belied the knot tying itself in his stomach. It was only a short walk to his destination, a vessel called "Retribution". If he was allowed to board, he was home free. If not, well, he was a hell of a distance runner. As he walked, memories of the recent and not so recent past flooded back to him, simultaneously bolstering his confidence and feeding his worry. He had been in Eavesdown for two days now. It was enough time to procure some essentials and make a few decisions. The essentials involved a bit of tech, some tools, baked goods and as much preserved fruit as he could purchase. William had been in a less than comfortable place for some time, and he missed life's tiny luxuries. But now, he found himself walking toward an Alliance ship, everything he owned in the 'Verse on his person or pulled behind him. He had on crisp, clean clothes, teeth shiny and new looking, hair coiffed in a stylish but pragmatic manner suitable for an officer in the Alliance Navy. It had been quite a while since he had worn a high-collared officer's coat. It reminded him very much of the styles of clothing common to his homeworld, a place he'd likely not see for a long time, yet. Not until he finished some business, anyway. Until then, he was to serve out the remainder of his Navy hitch and part ways amicably, hopefully to fade into obscurity someplace warm and green, with good Cortex access and dire need of a Tech Engineer. Start his life over at 35, while he still had time. William rounded a corner, catching sight of his assigned craft for the first time. It was breathtaking sight, especially considering the beater in which he arrived at Persephone. A fully armed and outfitted Patrol Vessel, built for speed and versatility. It was a beautiful craft, and its helm was his to control. He adjusted the massive wrench on his Browne belt (a thing with which he could not bear to part, if at all possible), and boldly strode up to the Yeoman stationed in front of the landing. [color=teal]"First Lieutenant William Harper. Here are my papers."[/color] He spoke in clear, authoritative words. Obviously, he had done this before. William allowed the junior Navyman to scan his Ident and presented his travel orders for inspection. The yeoman threw a salute and stepped to the side, permitting entry. [color=teal]"Thank you. Have a steward secure my personal effects and show me to my quarters. I will be on the Bridge."[/color] Lieutenant Harper entered the Retribution, quickly acquainting himself with the layout of the deck. He turned down the main corridor, headed to the Bridge just as he told the enlisted man outside that he would. Quickly locating the most important looking person in the room, William threw him a salute, holding it briefly. [color=teal]"Captain Quinn, I presume? Lieutenant William Harper, Pilot, reporting for duty, sir. The moment my gear is stowed, I'll ready to hit Black. Our orders, sir?"[/color]