[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] Lounge (Sealed Off) [hr][/center]

	The dapper mercenary raised his hands in mock surrender, casting a faux innocent look to the commanding officer of the ship within which he temporarily dwelt. His voice seemed genuine enough, if tinged with the trademark arrogance ubiquitous with the presence of Foy. [color=f9ad81]"Why, good heavens, sir. I mean no direct offense, kindly accept a brimming [i]amphora[/i] of my sincerest apologies."[/color] 

	Foy lowered his head somewhat, not quite a nod but not quite a bow, either, and continued, [color=f9ad81]"Why, were I the type to wear a hat indoors, I would certainly doff it to your fine presence at this moment, my good sir. You see - "[/color] And this is where his tome changed from Apologetic to Business, [color=f9ad81]" - we are mere inches from a venture of riveting scandal. Seeing as we are engaged in practices [i]most[/i] surreptitious, with consequences of an unpredictable nature were word of this to leak (at least for you gentlemen of rank and file), I had misinterpreted our nature as being a little friendlier. Or a touch less formal. The secrets we carry, my good Captain Quinn, are damaging if they do not produce excellent results."[/color]

	His eyes narrowed, a slim smile curling up one side of his mouth. Foy stood back up to his full height and adjusted the cuff of one sleeve. [color=f9ad81]"It should be noted: We are all in this together, bound and solid. Each one of us bringing something useful to the table. Do not mistake me, sir. I hold you in the highest respect. Simply understand that, for me, addressing one in the more casual serves as an indicator that I elevate you in my own estimation. Especially now that Providence has us working together on this unusual clandestine project.

	"If it gives you greater comfort, Captain Quinn, I shall refer to you in complete honorific while we commit to our acts of professional foolishness. However, be it a pleasing scenario for yourself and Dr. Moreau, when our business concludes or pauses, I should dearly wish to show you the extent of Farraday hospitality, perhaps with a rugged snort and an assortment of jam lozenges, before a lovely meal of butter poached monkfish and asparagus gelee. I've a feeling you're a man who can come to appreciate the finer of vices, given opportnity. Then we may engage in more slummish but admittedly more bracing pursuits, if the evening should call for it. Ah, the halcyon days..."

	"What say you, Josie old boy?"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Upper Engineering [hr][/center]

	Nerves a touch calmer, Harper took a deep breath and allowed the reality of his present existence to continue settling in. It was a funny psychological trick he picked up during a lower part of his life; if he pushed through struggling and denial, focusing purely on what [i]is[/i], no matter how horrifying, a certain detached calm could penetrate into his decision-making process. Today was no different. He was in a better position than he was a week ago, no doubt about it. Time to make the most of his circumstances. 

	It was a very short walk, just a couple of doors down to the stern of the ship. The seconds just preceding opening the doors to Engineering's upper level, Harper noticed a spike of nervousness within himself; a scant note of anxious behavior. This was the Engine Room of a well maintained vessel, and he could hardly wait to lay eyes upon it.  

	The doors quietly hissed open, admitting the shallowly smiling man. He stepped inside with sold confidence, allowing his brain to take in all of the sights and sounds of the Retribution's tandem engines. His vantage point allowed for an excellent overhead view. There was a dedicated Mechanic working quietly below, one of the few personnel that survived the Retribution scaling back to a skeleton crew. Harper stayed above, content for the present to view the working metal, ceramic, silicon, and composites, fashioned into the individual components that alone lay inert but assembled allowed for energy and thrust enough to travel the cold, vast emptiness of the Black, and maintain the lives of the souls making the journey.