[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] Cargo[hr][/center]

	The soft and swift report of footfalls upon floor heralded the approach of the former Alliance pilot; that status being one of the facts about himself he verified of his own volition. Considering the status of his present persona, dead or estranged from the chain of command, it might be said that is was doubly true: Former Alliance Pilot. But no matter. Harper sped to the Cargo Bay, intent on picking up some tech from his personal belongings to assist in his endeavors with the Retribution's onboard computer systems, particularly the Captain's accessible items. 

	For those inside of the Cargo Bay, the sound of those footfalls would have become evident a second or two before the man himself skidded to a halt in front of the open doors to the area proper, one hand clutching the frame around the aperture to assist in his deceleration and change of direction. In the next half-second when he fully noticed his surroundings, he stopped short and suddenly adopted a more polished demeanor, like a kid who just realized that the adults caught him doing something slightly embarrassing. It seemed that Cargo was the place to be right then.   

	[color=008080]"This seems to be a very popular room."[/color] he stated to no one in particular, [color=008080]"Are we having a meeting and nobody told me?"[/color] He scanned the room, trying to figure out who all was present. It looked like over half of the ship, at least of those who remained after the purge of personnel following their landing. He strode over to the area designated for personal effects leaving the ship after the sale, and found his stack. Being a man of uncertain means and very recently back in the habit of owning property, there wasn't much to sort through. [color=008080]"I'll just be a moment. Need something to speed along final diagnostics and formatting."[/color] he didn't see Anisa right then, so he risked glances at Dorothy as he spoke, being as she was next in the chain. 

	Locating his black box terminal, Harper repacked his case and turned to leave for the Captain's Office. Before he got halfway to the door, he turned to Jahosafat. [color=008080]"Ah, Doctor? The Captain insisted that I talk to you about a physical sterilization of the vessel a little later? Down to the microbe, if possible. I'll find you when I'm done, Doctor."[/color] With that, he turned again to exit.
	

[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]

	Watching the approach of the Pilot, who had seemingly altered something fundamental about himself, Foy got curious. There was something about Harper that he couldn't quite pin down, and this latest development had him quite perplexed. He resolved to keep an eye on the man, and not for the first time. Foy nodded to his childhood friend, stating, [color=f9ad81]"Have you noticed, good sir, that our man Harper appears in significantly greater repose as of late? I should reason an instance such as the one in which we presently find ourselves enmeshed would manufacture a more overall imposition of tension in a straightlaced military officer."[/color] He twirled the tip of hi moustache in one hand, musing to himself, [color=f9ad81]"If I may flex my Carroll: Curiouser and curiouser..."[/color] 

	[color=f9ad81]"But I digress!"[/color] he exclaimed, remembering his manners before it was entirely too late. [color=f9ad81]"It has indeed been too long since we have mutually participated in a good debauch! Particularly as it would be to the memory of a fellow Contractor, though our acquaintanceship was harrowingly brief."[/color] It was true, he saw Camilla for approximately two minutes before her life was taken from her. He didn't even know her name until after the deed was done. Nonetheless, a Soldier of Fortune, even one who had found a solid cause, linked them in an odd, intangible way. Maybe it was kismet; one merc dies, another stands ready to take her place. Well, if Foy could come to terms with the Captain. [color=f9ad81]"Absolutely, Josie. I accept your proposition as it becomes nearer the evening hour, and if you insist on the invitation of the Lady Captain and Leviticus, it may behoove our interests to make their evening's festivities, ah... [i]gratis[/i], you understand? In the meantime, I shall busy myself with the transportation of the remaining cases that represent my parlor, mobile though it is. I shall return momentarily, sir."[/color] 

	Yes, a good way to spend a little R&R. His mind was already going through the possibilities of a moneyed individual in a port city. [color=f9ad81]"I do look forward to a proficient 'stache waxing, if you take my meaning..."[/color]