[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] Newhope - Lady Luck [hr][/center]

	Jacqueline was proving to be something of a puzzle for the former Lieutenant Harper. That puzzle was quickly tossed into a drawer and immediately forgotten the moment she mentioned that she was routinely sought after by law enforcement. While his identity would likely remain intact under all but the most intense of Central inquiry, the concept of it was, in theory, an anathema to him. Unless the woman exaggerated the level with which she got hassled by the constabulary, they had a problem. Of course, now her talk had turned to finding a place to settle, that sword had become double edged. Were she to "settle" on board [i]Prometheus[/i], regional lawfolk would be easier to avoid, but she would have to answer to the ever-present authority figures on board. And if her threats were to be taken seriously, one of those authority figures had a nasty habit of tossing people who displeased her out of the airlock.

	Was it the best idea to surround himself with people such as these? The standard crew aside, which was already chock full of conflicting personalities and varying levels of sociopathy (himself included), they did all have certain skills that could assist in his survival. Even the foppish Barber that he wasn't too horribly fond of was supposedly some sort of mercenary badass. Like him or not, he was a useful ally to have in his corner, like the exothermic Shepherd or the former Alliance doctor. These people who had insinuated themselves into the crew's table, though? It was a bit of a coin toss. One was a naive but highly educated Engineer and fellow Osiris native, while the other was a self styled "not nice person" with a talent for getting the hell out of town when fleecing the locals gets hairy. 

	The one had no idea how to survive outside of the Core. The other seemed to do just that, to the exclusion of anything else. Harper leaned to Anisa and spoke quietly, so that even one close to either of them would have to strain to hear, [color=008080]"This whole thing could be a con, Ma'am. But you did say you wanted to bring on an Engineer and a Grifter."[/color] Yeah, this felt shady. So did everyone else on that boat. Nothing a well placed rap with a wrench couldn't fix, if it came down to it. 

	Harper took a sip as the conversation progressed. He was a little disappointed that Daphne decided not to join them in taking a meal. [color=008080]"Grab an app,"[/color] he suggested. [color=008080]"Shouldn't drink on an empty stomach. Besides, it's on me."[/color] Harper offered a reassuring smile. His eyes showed an intelligent twinkle as he turned Fitz and Jacqueline. [color=008080]"My apologies,"[/color] he started with melodic, low tones, [color=008080]"It has been a very long week, and I have forgotten my manners. Jacqueline, Dr. Townsley, my name is Harper. I'm a Pilot, among other things. Our Captain picked me up on the Rim, though it's more accurate to say that I'm from a colony near Persephone. It's a pleasure, of course."[/color]