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Terrence Canaan

Sheriff of Roanoke settlement

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a character in “Firefly: A different story.”, as played by Tejas

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Physical Description:

Name: Terrence "Tex" Canaan
Race: Human
Occupation: Sheriff of Roanoke Settlement
Age: 38
Height: 6'1"
Hair: dark blonde
Eyes: grey eyes. Black patch over right eye,

Average build. He has an ugly scar showing just above the patch and extending about 2" below the patch. He usually wears a worn black leather cowboy hat and a long duster coat, though he tends to hang up both when he's inside. He also wears a twin-holstered gunbelt.


Personality:

Tex tends to smile easily and is usually very easy-going, despite his job and his past. You can't see it on his face, but he has some deep emotional scars from the past. He's usually a pretty good judge of character, and easily gives trust to those he feels worthy. But once someone has broken his trust, it's a break that is nigh impossible to mend.

He always tries to keep the peace first. But when diplomacy fails, he's quick to draw.


Equipment & Abilities:

Black cowboy hat, full-length duster coat, Zhuàn .45-70 revolver (one on each hip), Sharpes 12.7mm lever-action hunting rifle (which he rarely carries with him, unless the situation calls for it).

Is (was) the local Sheriff of Roanoke colony. Is a fair shot with a rifle, but his preferred weapon of choice is a pair of old-fashioned revolvers, with which his aim is amazingly accurate.


Historical Background

During the Unification War, Terrence Canaan served with the independents, primarily as a pilot or co-pilot, though he did see a fair bit of action as a soldier in several battles. Several times, he rose in rank (the highest he'd ever achieved being Sargeant), but he always managed to get himself into trouble, and thus demoted. By the time the war ended, he was back down to Private 1st Class. Though he wasn't actually at the Battle of Serenity Valley, the event had a profound effect on him. When he'd learned of the Independents defeat there, it broke his heart. Since then, he'd found odd jobs here and there, until he finally made his way to Roanoke Colony. After a short time there, he was recommended by several locals for the office of Sheriff, due to his friendly demeanor and fairness in judgement. He has been the Sheriff for the past 2 years.

So begins...

Terrence Canaan's Story

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Whatever was going through Jeremy's head, was the equivlent of doing math with no numbers. Insanity. Because what he just did was fix the ship, by temporarily overloading the reactor, which SHOULD almost always cause an explosion but it didn't this time.

Jeremy had some....interesting....ideas about things. the kid was brilliant, that is a fact. But to get to that brilliance you have to shift through the crazy.

In the end, Jeremy Cowler gave another look around the engine room. "Now, where did I put that banana" he mentioned, oblivious to the banana peel just outside the door.

(Really shitty first post, but oh well. I wrote it at two AM because I have been so busy lately >.>)

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#, as written by Tejas
The man known as Terrence Canaan, or "Tex", snored loudly, dead asleep for the first time since they'd gotten on this junk heap they called a ship. He hated space-flight. It reminded him of the war. And it had kept him from any decent sleep until three hours ago, when he'd been so dogged tired that he just couldn't stay awake even if he'd wanted to.

And then those gorram klaxons sounded off and woke him. He muttered curses under his breath as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was in the middle of a jaw-wrenching yawn when turbulence struck hard and threw him from his cot to the floor. He quickly rose to his feet and steadied himself, then keyed up his intercom.

"What in the 'Verse is going on?" he yelled into the speaker. No answer came back. He started to ask again, then noticed that the lights on the com weren't on. Busted. Again. Did nothing on the tin can work right?

Grabbing his shirt he charged from his room and ran the whole way to the cockpit, fighting the turbulence to stay on his feet. Sliding open the door, he came up behind the pilot and opened his mouth to give the man what-for. But all the flashing warning lights and sirens changed the words that came out.

"Ai ya. Women wanle," he muttered.

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(Ummm, I thought we had officialized that at least Terrence, Jeremy, and John were already together when this would start? I believe that was implied in the intro. Just a bit confused by the posts is all. And sorry for not getting to it sooner, thanksgiving and post thanksgiving keeping me busy.)

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"Not blowing it up, fixing it! If I was blowing it up, all I would need is a grenade. No, the engine is trying to blow up on its own, and might be emitting minor non-lethal amounts of radiation".

The engine finally stabilized. Jeremy was having one of his 'better' moments. As in, what he was saying was discernible. And not cryptic. And not completely crazy.

He reattached some parts into their respective spots, before leaving. As he was leaving, he noticed the banana peel. "So that's where I put the banana!" He picked it up, and threw it in the garbage.

Jeremy started to go up, thinking about what has happened to him, but then he got a headache near instantly. His balance temporarily flustered, but he regained composure. His stomach was getting hungry though. He found his way to the bridge. "Engines are good. And won't blow up for at least another 19 hours".

(Fell asleep sting last night. Lol)

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"She says she's blowin' up and it's your job t'make sure she don't do that, that makes it your fault."

He swiveled the chair over to the diagnostics panel, thumbing it from co-pilot to pilot and running a quick check to make sure the ship was indeed going to make it without incinerating them all or something.

"Nineteen hours, eh? We oughta make planetfall a good bit before that..."

He flicked the intercom selector over to the "all" spot and addressed the whole ship.

"Oi, this is your Captain speakin'. I don't conjure any of you lot wanna risk gettin' blown up when we land, and there's a right good chance this boat's gonna try to do that, so how about we all stretch our legs a bit and see what money we can get. I ain't gotta remind nobody we ain't got the scratch to pay for docking fees, so it might just be a good idea to bring in some passengers what can pay."

With his piece spoken, he flicked back to the engine room only, having fulfilled his duty to pretend to be a real captain of an actual crew.

"Right, you gonna be able to dissuade her from that whole explodin' thing? She ain't pretty, but she's got us through a scrap or two and I ain't keen on ship shoppin' any time soon. Also, should I seal off the engines so that radiation don't spread? I sorta like my swimmers swimmin' and my brains unscrambled if you see where I'm gettin' at."

With that done, he turned around to regard tex, cocking his head and frowning.

"And what're you lookin' at, 对焊总目?"

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#, as written by Tejas
"I'm looking at a wreck waiting to happen," Tex replied, gesturing toward the array of flight equipment. "I thought you were gonna get around to fixing all this crap." He moved over and took a seat in the co-pilot's chair without asking permission. Flicking a pair of switches, he lit up the console and took stock of the data that came streaming across the boards.

"Good God, man! Do you even realize that we're coming in hot?!" There wasn't much he could do without being granted co-pilot controls from John's console. Instead, he made minor adjustments here and there, trying his best to compliment the other man's work with his own. Of course, he only met limited success. He'd never trained for cargo ships of this type.

"Hey, pal, you feel like hittin' that switch there, givin' me a little control?"

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(So, I only JUST checked the OOC in days....lol...)

"First of all, it is not a wreck waiting to happen! Everything is just fine!" He yelled at Tex, picking the Banana peel back up and smashing it into some gyros that were overloading the core. It stopped them for only a second, but this second was the rest it needed to re-engage the main cooling duct. He then kicked a pipe, engaging the air conditioning. Now, in this situation, re activating the Air Conditioning could draw from the coolant, causing an overheat, but Jeremy had done the calculations, and kicked it again to stop it. Funnily enough. There was a valve right next to it he could have used with less risk, but this was faster.

"There! Now the only way this ship can crash is your piloting skills or something hitting us! Or, anything other then wind and atmosphere hitting us!" Jeremy told John Tex, getting a list of things they would need to buy. "Oh, and try not to hit anyone!"

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Tex keyed up the comm and responded, "We'll keep that in mind, kid."

And with an impatient look at John, he reached underneath the co-pilot's console, felt around for the restrictor circuit, then yanked it completely loose, wires and all. Flinging the part over his should, he then set about trying to balance the roughness of their descent.

"Alright,John," he said to their pilot, "let's get this show on the road and land this bird." Without the circuit holding him back, he could do a lot more to help him out. "I ain't lookin' to crash and burn today. Tonight. Whatever the local time is. You get my point."

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"Hell, you earned your seat a long time ago or you wouldn' be sittin' in it."

He flicked most of the controls over to the co-pilot, focusing on flying as he preferred to do. He flicked the secondary maneuvering thrusters on, an addition he'd made himself a while back. They weren't exactly pretty, sitting in their roughly sanded circles in the ship's paint and bolted, welded, and reinforced in place with whatever scrap he could scrounge to let the hull around them take the stress of their firing. They gave the ship a degree of nimbleness not often seen in her sister cargo ships, but had to be maintained constantly after each use.

"'course we're comin' in hot, this here 母狗 has the biggest ass I ever saw since that companion we rescued in the war. Difference is I enjoyed the ride I got from her, whereas this whore's got too much bump and not enough grind. Or maybe t'other way 'round. Either way, I'm gettin' a mite personal about the whole mess and that ain't exactly what you want to hear I'd imagine."

The ship shuddered as it hit the atmosphere, slewing left and right as it leveled out. He rolled her belly up and took her into an inverted dive, minimizing the G forces felt by the ship and increasing their speed so as to cover more ground. They'd been a little slower than he'd wanted on approach, and missed their vector for the port. Had to make up lost ground. Of course, the ship wasn't really designed to dive like a fighter on an attack run, so it groaned and popped as the stress evened itself across the frame.

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This is where things got tricky. Something Jeremy wasn't expecting, because this part wasn't supposed to be tricky. But it was.

Now, he knew a lot about ship engineering. A disturbing amount actually, as in prodigy level. And when the main engine was making THAT sort of noise, it meant one of two things. Either you were out of fuel, which considering the engines were still on was unlikely, or a main valve was ruptured, which meant he ship was going to blow up in roughly four minutes if not fixed. Five if they were lucky, but Jeremy stopped believing in luck a long time ago. At least, that is what he kept telling himself.

Now, the best way to fix this involved being outside the ship, which was impossible since they were in atmosphere and not landed. The thing any sane person would do is recommend a quick pull up. But Jeremy was starting to enter one of his less sane moments, and also he wasn't sure the ship could do that and not break in two. So, he found one of the earlier access points, and did something no other engineer would think of. He stuck something into the pipe about two minutes before predicted explosion. Normally, it would cause a blockage, which was bad. But this blockage sealed the rupture, and would prevent any explosion. The blockage itself would cause an explosion in about eleven minutes if not fixed, but that would require the engines being on, and he figured they would land before then.

"If you are getting alerts about a blockage, well, it was two minutes or eleven minutes before we explode. Unrelated problem to what I mentioned earlier, but only fixable with the engines off. So, please land in the next....nine minutes".

That is when Jeremy saw his mother in the cargo hold, but she disappeared when he blinked. He shrugged, and went to take a quick inventory.

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Surely enough, just as Jeremy spoke the words, a glaring red light threatened to blind him from the left side of the console, followed by an ominous-sounding warning buzzer.

"Gorramit, kid! Are you absolutely insane?" He glanced over at John, worry painted on his face. "We've got to do something about that boy. He ain't got all his lights on upstairs. Whoa! Watch it, buffer panels are getting mighty hot outside."

The entire ship suddenly shook violently as it passed through some heavy turbulance. The motion nearly threw Tex from his seat, and actually did manage to bounce him high enough to cut his forehead on an overhead instrument panel. When he landed back down in his chair (and quite hard, at that), he cursed loudly, then strapped himself in, all the while berating himself mentally for not having already done so.

Shaking the stars from his eyes, he glanced at the many readouts and the numbers that blazed across the screens. It was going to be very, very close. God, he hated flying. If only he wasn't so gorram good at it . . .

"Five minutes to landing," he called to the pilot. "Still coming in hot. We need to bleed off some airspeed."

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"That turbulence you felt? Troposphere. I'm takin' us into a storm, bounce us around a bit, but takes all the wind from under us, stops the glide. I'm gonna have to roll her out of this dive, so all them positive Gs I generated on the way in are gonna turn negative. Kill life support and reroute to the gravity envelope so we don't all turn into ceiling paint, eh?"

While it wasn't in any handbook, he understood the science, the mechanics behind what he was doing well enough to where the maneuver wasn't so much a gamble as a mild risk. Of course, an unreliable engineer was a shift in the odds he didn't like, but hopefully he'd have the scratch to hire someone who wasn't as likely to kill them all as keep them floating.

"All hands, strap on to whatever the hell's closest and not likely to break off. There may be a sudden burst of heavy turbulence followed by our falling out of the sky for ten to fifty minutes, depending on our engineer givin' me reverse thrust in time. Hold on to your butts."

He so enjoyed pretending the majority of the crew wasn't in the cockpit with him.

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Jeremy might be insane, but he could count. "Sorry, did you just say ten minutes minimum? When I just said the ship was going to explode in around nine minutes. Because, I cant make the repairs I need to make in atmos until we land, and I doubt the authorities would approve of us sitting in their airspace. In fact, I believe they shoot at people who do that".

Jeremy knew the captain wanted an engineer who wasn't insane. He found it perplexing though he was perfectly aware he was insane, but could do nothing about it. It was aggravating. He put that thought on hold, because now he had to figure out how to fix something on the inside that cant be fixed on the inside. It wasnt like he could just "reverse the polarity" or anything. The actual pipe needed patching, but the pipe could only be patched by opening a panel on the outside. The ship was barely holding together as it was, and no sane engineer would step foot on the ship knowing the condition it was in. Jeremy mused on that for a moment, but just a moment.

While thinking about what to do, he did manage to kill life support and rerouted the power to the gravity. And giving him reverse thrust would be easy, if it wasnt for the fact it relied on the very pipe he had to clog because it was leaking at a later point. But, to be fair, it would have exploded the ship if he tried to use it while it was leaking, and it would have exploded the ship as well if he didn't clog it, so, he had to figure out how to give them reverse thrust without actually giving them reverse thrust.

And then, he had an idea. He knew how to give reverse thrust without using reverse thrust. It was just incredibly insane that no one would ever have thought of it. Or maybe it was because he was a genius, he had trouble differentiating between the two. Either it was his insanity or his advanced intelligence that gave him this idea, but he made his way to the engine. His plan was very simple. He was going to shut down the cooling systems, and vent the excess heat all through one duct, to make it act as a propellant and be used as reverse thrust. He did so, and it worked perfectly. Without a single problem or setback from this plan, which was a nice reprieve. It also gave their cooling systems a break, which would help ship systems over all.

The only reason they couldnt usually do this is that most of the time, it would make the ship shake uncontrollably. But since one of the pipes were clogged, there was a lax in force in one area that he could use this vent to equal it out, instead of adding too much force in one area. It was dangerous, but in this instance it was brilliant.

It would also just be another reason why no sane engineer would work on this ship.

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"I don't rightly care how you go about keepin' us from blowin' up," Tex responded through the comm, "just so long as we don't blow up!"

His hands moved rapidly across the board, doing everything he could to aid John in his work. The groaning of the ship's framework made him more than a little nervous. "Come on, darlin', hold together," he sweet-talked the vessel. His forehead was already starting to throb where he'd cut it, and the first signs of a knot were showing. Definitely not the beginning of a great day.

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"Kid's about as useful as a screen door on a battleship."

The ship entered the thunderhead at tremendous speed, moving essentially entirely on momentum and being held aloft mostly by aerodynamics, which was the point of entering the storm. The pockets of counter-winds and turbulence inside would disrupt the aerodynamics, causing the ship to fall instead of glide, though forward momentum would still carry them toward the port he'd sighted. Their descent was slowed considerably by canceling a decent amount of their forward momentum, but as a result they were now falling quite freely, and would impact the ground within about ten minutes, give or take. Looks like the bottom end of his prediction was where the storm had put them. The problem with this impact was that it'd leave them smeared all over the landscape. He needed that reverse thrust to cancel forward momentum so he could reroute everything into forward thrust again and keep them off the ground long enough to land safely at port. Depending on when the kid gave him that reverse thrust, he'd get there anywhere between two and seven minutes from now.

"Okay kid, any time now..."

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Jeremy adjusted one small thing, and then it came. The makeshift reverse thrust came on. "You have it!"

Jeremy had done the impossible, gotten them their reverse thrust. "Okay, now. Provided a part of the ship does not fly off, we should be good. On that note, I am checking all the parts of this ship for anything that looks like it is going to fall apart any second, or worse. And I am more useful then a screen door on a battle ship, because I am keeping this ship, which should have exploded at least three times now, from exploding! Also, the intercom is sticking, but seeing as how that problem is not life threatening, I will get to that later..."

The entire ship shaked slightly. For a moment Jeremy got worried, before he remembered the fact they were entering atmos and that it was just turbulence, but he decided to check the systems anyways for anything that might make them explode.

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Having done all that he could, Tex understood that the rest of the landing was going to rely on the skills of the pilot. He braced himself against the console with one hand while he shoved the other into his pocket, wrapping his fingers around a small steel cross. With closed eyes, he muttered a prayer under his breath. Maybe the others had no faith, but Tex wasn't willing to bet his life on the idea that there was no God.

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The ship plummeted silently out of the sky for a number of moments before he released the burst of reverse thrust and reoriented forward, cruising the ship smoothly to a berthing point in the docks, as if nothing had happen and everything was functioning well. Once the gear was down and the ship was landed, he flicked off his console and stood up, fetching a sigh of relief.

"Alright kid, gimme a list of what we're going to need to get back in the sky again, and I'll see what I can do about money. If y'ain't workin' on my boat, you're lookin' for a passenger or two what can pay up front. I'm gonna be preppin' the First Class accommodations to their shiniest and best, so I expect to make a pretty plat on this run, yeah?"

He lightly bumped his fist against Tex's shoulder before heading back into the bowels of the ship to make the inside look at least as nice as the outside did when he stole it. Hopefully the clientele could overlook the hull in favor of the rooms.

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Jeremy finished checking everything. He made a mental note to never let passengers see any of it, especially of they knew a quarter of what he did. When John asked him what they needed, he prioritized. He put everything they desperately needed on one list, and put everything they should have on another. Then he gave him a third list which listed everything they would need to be able to pass a safety exam with a B minus minimum.

"That list takes priority, then the second one, then the third. Il get to work fixing what I can. Speaking of which, getting some new tools might help as well. Oh, and...don't let anyone near the right reverse thrust for awhile. It might be semi radioactive. Don't ask, it was that or let the ship blow up".

He then looked at Tex. "This reminds me of that time last year, when that group of raiders attacked. That was a fun year..." Fun probably was not the best word to use. But so long as Jeremy kept the ship from blowing up, it really didn't matter what deadly events he described as fun.

He proceeded to work on the ship to prevent future explosions. Once he was finished, he would look for passengers. Preferably ones that wouldn't be able to figure out the ship was a powder keg.

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Being extremely relieved that none of them had been turned into so much vapor in atmo, Tex had hurriedly unbuckled himself and followed the pilot from the cockpit, the directed his steps toward the cargo bay doors, taking a moment to grab a few things from his quarters. A breath of fresh air was exactly what he needed at that point. He'd said it and thought it many a time before, but that didn't prevent him from muttering it under his breath as he set foot onto solid ground.

"God, I hate flying . . ."

Without a word to the other two, he set out walking. Of the (very) few possitive things he could think to say about spaceflight, the on-board food was not among the list. Right now, what he really wanted was a good, hot meal, something that didn't taste of stale air and cold metal. After that, he'd get around to restocking the ship's supply with whatever they could afford. Then maybe he'd be able to round up a few paying passengers so they could afford fuel. Undoubtedly, John would be looking for passengers as well, but it couldn't hurt their chances if Tex pitched in on the effort.

As he neared the shops, the smell of cooking meat made his stomach growl in anticipation . . .

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Conversations started dying down as people headed back to work and Bridget's mug was now empty. She knew she didn't have enough money to buy another drink so she paid what she had ordered, wrapped her red cloth around her shoulders to hide her brown coat, and then headed back outside. The sun blazed down on the woman after she left the dark and shaded pub. Her feet kicked up dirt as she walked over to where the bulk of the ships were docked hoping that there were some new ones to look at instead of the ones she had already rejected. It was hard to say why she had rejected them, but it was just a feeling that she knew she didn't want to fly with them in that ship. As if she knew that only trouble with the alliance would be brought if she flew with them or rather not enough trouble, too smooth of sailing, and that's why Bridget was even looking to get off this moon was because she was looking for adventure and trouble usually went hand in hand with adventure.

As she walked the heat intensified as she passed some vendors selling cooked meat. The smell of meat made her mouth water a little, but she kept walking because she had just ate. As she walked through the crowd she dodged a lot of people and grabbed a couple wrists of people who were pick-pocketing. After she retrieved her money bag again from another young pick-pocket, Bridget accidentally ran into a rather tall gentleman who looked like the rough and tumble type. Bridget tipped her hat in apology, that's when she noticed he had a recent cut on his forehead.

"Hey you okay there? You have a decent cut on your forehead," Bridget said pointing to where the cut was, "If you want I can sew that up for ya."

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Tex was pushed back a pace as the woman collided with him.

Almost immediately, she tipped her hat at him in a manner all apologetical-like. Then she asked of him, "Hey, you okay there?" as she pointed at his injury. "You have a decent cut on your forehead."

Of course, her mentioning it caused him to reach up and touch it. He instantly wished he hadn't, because doing so made it sting a bit.

"If you want, I can sew that up for ya," she offered.

But Tex was already shaking his head. "No need, miss. No need. I'm real sorry about walking right over you like. I just wasn't watchin' where I was goin', I guess." His accent gave him real "cowboy" air, like the Old West back on Earth-that-was. And his manner told away the truth behind the rough look about him; he seemed at first glance like a real scrapper, but he was more of a small-town gentleman. Until the need for toughness arose, that is.

"I didn't hurt you any, did I?" he inquired, looking her up and down for any injuries. From most any other sort of man, the act might've seemed like he was taking a gander at the woman's figure. But there was something about the way Tex looked that said all his intentions were of an honorable sort.

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(Still here. Was waiting for Comet to post. >.>. Il post sometime today, though)

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Jeremy did as best he could, and while waiting for supplies to arrive, went to go test a theory. Before he could though, he came across a board with a bunch of posters on it. Advertisements, missing persons, wanted signs. He ripped one of them off, looked at it, and then shredded it. Tore it to tiny pieces, and then scattered it. Clearly something bothered him, more then usual.

He then proceeded to punch the person next to him. Realizing what he just did, he lied. "He tried to pickpocket me".

On that note, everyone continued to go about their business like Jeremy didn't just punch a man for seemingly no reason. The man was still on the ground in pain, because he neither saw the punch coming nor was expecting it. He then proceeded to advertise that they were still taking passengers.

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Bridget shook her head, with not even a smile. Then a thought had occurred to her, this man she had just bumped into looked like the type that didn't like to stay in one place. She turned around hoping he hadn't already walked away, thankfully he hadn't. A few short steps and she was back by his side.

"'Scuse me, but are you travellin' with anyone? I'm lookin' for a ship to take me off this little moon and none have impressed me yet," she said. Her head tilted up to look at the man as he was about half a foot taller than her. Bridget's russet brown eyes holding their usual serious and strong stance. She barely blinked at the man, holding his gaze almost like if she was a python squeezing her victim till he answered. This is what unsettled most about Miss Ransom. Her gaze wasn't exactly cold or commanding, but rather a blank an passionless regard. It didn't give the feeling that she was looking into your soul or anything quite that unsettling, it was a look that made the victim of this stare know that she knew they were there. An unmoving gaze.