[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] Shipyard [hr][/center]	

	[color=008080]"[i]Prometheus.[/i]"[/color]

	Harper mulled the word around his head. Prometheus, the great benefactor of Humanity and bringer of fire. His gifts to humanity earned him the punishment of being chained to a rock, his liver consumed by a great bird, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day, repetitively, for years. It was not until Humanity's champion killed the bird that he found peace. The god Prometheus was a name of generosity, grace, suffering; also fire, creation, and friendship. And now, a vessel bearing the name of this god would be his home for at least the next two years. 

	The jog came to a gradually slowing halt as he neared the vessel. It was not so tall as many ships of its purpose; most mid-bulk transport ships sported three levels, one of which was almost purely cargo space. This one only had two. The Dragonfly made up for this with superior interior design, an extended aft and she streamlining of most nonessential structures, which in turn increased the the ratio of hydrogen to energy within the vessel's components. The Engineer in him was awestruck by the humble majesty of the ship, but the Pilot in him was less reverent; anxious to get behind the console and take her into the skies, see what she was capable of doing.

	Harper approached the [i]Prometheus[/i] from the fore, figuring the most likely point of entry would be the main Cargo doors. Like many ships of its type, it was located conveniently under the Bridge. He approached cautiously, veering off to one side out of habit: It was a poor pilot who got crushed by a descending ramp, yet these stories kept popping up every so often. The external manual actuator lever was located, not unlike similar vessels, behind a panel near the door. On the ground and in an atmosphere, he could engage it without difficulty. 

	The Cargo Door parted open with a soft popping sound and a soft hiss of air, as if the interior were lightly depressurized. Harper bubbled with excitement as he waited short seconds to climb the ramp and see what his new home looked like, let alone the glee building in the back of his brain at the possibility of taking her into the Black. But he had things to do first. The moment that the door opened fully, he was off like a kid in a candy store, scrambling up the ramp and into Main Cargo. 

	A quick glance around told him two things. One, this place hadn't been used for anything in quite a while. The type probably wasn't a huge seller, seeing as it wasn't the flashiest nor most specialized vessel out there, likely explaining the air pressure displacement. Two, this ship had stairs running right near the bay entrance to the above deck (which he immediately took), putting him directly in front of the Bridge. Soft light streamed in through the windows, providing sufficient illumination for Harper to find the object of his desire, the main console. He flexed his hands twice, gently running them over the controls, and muttered to himself, [color=008080]"Yeah honey, where's that sweet spot, hmm?"[/color] Ok, so he was talking to the ship. Go fig. 

	His efforts were immediately rewarded as he located the appropriate primaries. In an instant, he had interior and running lights activated, along with a light breeze telltale of passive life support coming alive in the form of air filtration. [color=008080]"Thanks, old girl."[/color] he said lovingly, patting the side of the console as one might a favored pet. [color=008080]"You are beautiful."[/color] In a few moments, Harper had systems online and the computers running an initial diagnostic. While it ran, he started up all of the primary systems, to be greeted by the most lovely sound he had heard in quite a long while; the startup pulse of the ship's reactor, and mild shudder of her atmospheric engines waking from what was likely a profound slumber.

	With Diagnostics running, life support taking the staleness from the air, and the reactor burning the proverbial cobwebs away, Harper stood up fully. He was alone on the Bridge of a Dragonfly Class Vessel that was coming alive, and that was a pretty special feeling. Next, he'd want to look at the engine firsthand. But for now, he was going to enjoy this moment in his life.