[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]

	In what might be one of the more pant-moistening observations of his life, Harper took some distress in the fact that the Reavers' ship had decided that the Vengeance and the Retribution were more profitable pickings than whatever backwater settlement they were aiming toward in the first place. Logically, he supposed that it made sense; a fully stocked Alliance vessel would have provisions upon provisions in redundancy. And they had stocked for a full crew, until Jahosafat's orders reduced their number to the most basic of shipwide coverage.

	And here they sat, manning their appropriate stations, calmly holding position (per Captain's orders) while that dot on their visuals kept getting larger and ever closer, trailing exhaust into the atmosphere and leaking radioactive contaminants, filled to the brim with cannibalistic rape-machines comprised of things which used to be men. It was no surprise that he had just a bit of terseness in his voice as he responded to Quinn's order to "be ready". [color=008080]"Aye, Captain. Standing by."[/color] 


[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 chipper mood of Foy Coiffeur was ever-so-slightly lessened by the general perception that they were in fact [i]not[/i] landing, [i]not[/i] engaging the Reaver vessel (nor the Firefly, come to think of it), and Foy's secondary role as Hired Combatant was yet to be utilized aboard the Retribution. He almost felt bad taking their money otherwise; it made him the most ludicrously overpaid Barber [i]ever[/i]. But if the Alliance wanted to split hairs on the topic, Foy was indeed the best hair and face man in the known 'Verse, except for maybe his father. And the old man had retired from the craft years ago. 

	Foy let out a barely audible sigh. When his good friend and fellow Gentryman plastered a devious grin upon his face and asked him for some assistance, his mood brightened somewhat. It might not be trading gunfire, or playing "Pin The Tail on the Reaver" with a short blade, but he was certain it would be something at least moderately amusing up Jahosafat's sleeve. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Ho hooo..."[/color] he laughed with some gusto, [color=f9ad81]"The [i]brown suit[/i]. Capital, sir. Ripping good one, I do say."[/color] He began to follow the good Doctor off of the Bridge, expressing his opinion on the situation openly. [color=f9ad81]"I suspect, old boy, that a few of this gaggle ought to have packed their brown suits, as well. So! Whatever bit of mischief do you have us getting ourselves into today?"[/color]