[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://thumbs.anyclip.com/t8QrvQCyp/tmb_1776_480.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Persephone -> Bridge -> Barber Shop[hr][/center]

	[color=gray]"Well I dare say this is a marvelous turn of events and I thank you greatly dear woman for the opportunity it is presenting me. Now if you will excuse me, I must prepare. I do not think the Captain would take well if I were to dawdle."[/color] With that the Vidcon was over and the screen went blank. Tapping the line of his chin Jahosafat's lips slowly crept into a broad smile and he let out a hefty guffaw. [color=gray]"This is going to most exciting indeed,"[/color] the coxcomb exclaimed to himself as he slapped his knee and rose from his seat. Jahosafat had spent years working on Persephone for [i]The Company[/i] and enjoying life to its fullest but now it was time for a new adventure. One he had turned down for years but with the prospect of an old friendship being rekindled, well it was just the spark he needed to fuel the fire of an adventurous soul. 

	Twas no more than a hop, skip and a jump later and Dr. Moreau was standing there looking at the Retribution with his two attendants flanking him at either side. Both men hauling to rather overly packed carts with them containing trunks, cases and a fair amount of hat boxes. Strolling over towards the Yeoman, Jahosafat looked down his nose at the boy and smirked. [color=gray]"Dr. Jahosafat Moreau,"[/color] he said as he handed over his ident, it between his two fingers as if he was trying to ensure that he would not be touched by the lower class citizen. 

	"Sir, they will need to remain here," the man said before he slid the card into the reader. 

	[color=gray]"No, they won't. They will store my gear my good man and then they will exit. Understand?"[/color] he said simply before snapping his fingers and attendants stepping forward. The Yeoman looking as if he was about to call for back up. This type of delay would not do. [color=gray]"Check the ident card lad."[/color] Looking down his eyes widened.

	"Of course sir, yes, right away. Come on you two, get to it," he ordered. A snatch of his ident, wiping it off with his handkerchief before slipping it back into his coat pocket, and a tip of his hat later it was taken care of. His two men moving quickly through the air lock and into the lower level cargo bay. One of them following Dr. Moreau up the ship with one of the carts. 

	[color=gray]"That one. Now, do be good and get everything stowed properly and then you may leave Barnaby."[/color] Jahosafat had pointed out his quarters to his man, the open officers quarters across the walk from the captains quarters. Smoothing out the line of his vest he stepped onto the bridge and gave a charming smile when he spotted the captain of the Retribution. 

	[color=gray]"Captain Quinn,"[/color] he said in a gentry manner as he removed his bull top hat and tucked it under his arm. [color=gray]"I knew a Dr. Quinn, a medicine woman. Any relation?"[/color] he asked more as a social opener than actually caring if the man related. [color=gray]"I hope to assume correctly that Admiral Thorton has contacted you. Very kind of you indeed to let your vessel be procured for this little endeavor. I assure you that it will be well worth you and your crews time. Now, if you wouldn't mind. I will get settled in, we can talk after the ship is cleared of all nonessential personnel and breaks Atmo headed for Whitefall,"[/color] he yammered on in a polite voice as he pulled from his inner coat pocket a thick stocked envelope with the Alliances Seal on it and handed it over to Quinn. 

	Pulling his marvelous hat back out from under his arm he dusted it off for a moment before settling it back down on his head. He was about to turn to leave when he suddenly snapped his fingers as if he remembered something, for he had. [color=gray]"Now I recall where I know your face and name from. You were the lad who was once engaged to the dear Camilla Powell. Such an enchanting woman, truly a rose among the thorns. How did you ever let her get away,"[/color] he said nonchalantly before tipping his hat and turning on his heels to make his way out of the bridge. 

	Within the envelope Captain Quinn would find new orders, vague orders. The only thing for sure was that the ship was now under the direction of Dr. Moreau and that all nonessential personnel were to be removed post haste. The ship would run with minimal crew. Such things only happened when [i]The Company[/i] or [i]The Agency[/i] was involved. The letter insured that the new arrival would explain more in-depth once the ship was secured but for security purposes he would not be able to say more before hand. Captain Quinn was still in charge, to a point, but it seemed that this new addition was about to be playing a heavy hand in the actual function of the ship. 

	The ship would need to be cleared, there was a list of what personnel were cleared to remain and which ones would have to be removed. - Outside of the listed cast, there will be 1 Orderly in the Medical Bay, 1 Mechanic, 1 Culinary Specialist (Chef), 1 Gunner, & 3 Yeoman NPCS.  - Other than that, everyone else would be cleared out and the ship would be locked up tight. The paper clearly stated that the Retribution no longer existed as far as the public eye was concerned. Something was up, something big.

	Checking his quarters as his attendant disembarked Dr. Moreau smiled to himself. He had one more thing to attend to before he got to business. Something of the utmost importance. Continuing down the hall it did not take long for him to find his destination, a fine sign outside of the room across the way from the recovery ward told him everything he needed to know. 

	Stepping in slowly as the door slid open, his head tilted down as his fingers rested along the brim. [color=gray]"Well my my my, isn't this just the most gratifying of moments,"[/color] he said with a bit of gravel to his voice as his eyes lifted and looked over the rim of his colored spectacles; a charismatic smile spreading across his lips and brightening his face. [color=gray]"Salutations..."[/color] he said before pausing for the briefest of moments.[color=gray] "Fucking Foy."[/color]