[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joToxLegqZk/UlP_OiXe43I/AAAAAAAAcfs/_sbEOs83YPQ/s400/Peinados+de+hombres+al+estilo+de+Christian+Bale-1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Bridge[hr][/center]

	But of course, his Cortex Terminal was back in Cargo. Harper was hoping for a quick info download, followed by a serious default restoration to core systems, but no... Of course, it wouldn't take very long as soon as he could access the Captain's personals. Ordinarily, it would be near impossible to have an uninterrupted period in the Captain's Office, Alliance protocols and the fact that they were in what was supposed to be a tightly controlled Patrol Vessel. But Harper had been afforded an opportunity. 

	He stood from the station terminal on the Bridge and turned around on his heel, showing the utmost of professional, military discipline. He strode to the door leading to the ship's main corridor, listening to the quiet mechanical hiss of its opening, and then again as he stepped through and it shut behind him. Then he took off at a run. There was a buyer coming, and at some point he'd want to take a tour of the ship before purchase. The concept of cleaning out the system was valid, even with a legitimate sale, but doing so with a black box personal terminal was a little shadier, if said buyer was able to recognize the device as such. It stood to reason that he return to his belongings in the Cargo Bay and retrieve his tech as expediently as possible. 

	

[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] Cargo [hr][/center] 

	A tip of the cap was provided to Atticus. [color=f9ad81]"I should wish to express particular appreciation for your assistance thusfar in matters mundane and laborious, Deuteronomy."[/color] The bout with unnecessary impoliteness aside, the Preacher did make good on his word to aid him in tucking away the smaller elements of his parlor. Moving the tiny oasis of culture and gentlemanly relaxation that was the Foy-er would be a simple matter of closing up a couple of custom cases and a mirrored wardrobe; rolling it down to Cargo stood as a standard affair. Thus was the niftiness of the Professional Barber On The Go and his capacity to provide services, provided he could locate a more or less decently sized walk-in closet within which to set up shop. 

	[color=f9ad81]"If you would be as kind as to excuse me, sir? I sense that my presence is more compassionately invested with a word to by fellow Farradayan."[/color] He moved to tip his fancy bowler hat again to Atticus, but instead spun it from his perfectly scaped head of hair with a dramatic flourish, effecting a bow and turning his attention over to Jahosafat. He walked over to the debonair gentleman, and in a quietsh (for him) voice started, [color=f9ad81]"My dear illustrious sir, scheduling and situation have not given us proper opportunity to engage in the conversational arts during these last few days. I cannot fully grasp the depth and breadth of emotion that you are engulfed within, but suffice it to say, I shall do my best to provide noteworthy discussion or distraction, at your specification, as time presents it."[/color]

	[color=f9ad81]"Point of fact, my good man, there bears one such opportunity after this fine vessel has been claimed by the merchantfolk, to participate in some localization. Slumming, if you will; the taking in of the surroundings of this new port of call. Perhaps we might get in a bit of shopping, purchase the company of the "local fauna", and later find a watering hole or supper club from where we may speak of less formal, more personal matters. What say you, Josie? You friend was a soldier, of sorts? Allow me to assist you in giving her a private, soldier's sendoff."[/color]