David Ellis pressed the glowing green button unlocking the holding mechanism and yet another supply shuttle was released to begin its journey to Fortuna. He had lost count in the course of his 12 hour shift of how many times he had done this and his mind was numb from the boredom of it all. He couldn't really complain, He had survived the war as a medical transport pilot and many of his peers had not. After all, flying unarmed transports into raging battles in order to rescue wounded soldiers did not make for long life expectancies according to the laws of averages. Additionally Ellis was the former Chief Ellis of the 431st Medical Transport Detachment which had the misfortune to be on the losing side of the war with the Alliance. So when finally grounded and repatriated from a processing camp after the final battle of Serenity Valley, He and his two man crew hopped the first available outbound transport to the rim.

Thats how he came to now be on Pleides Prime.

As to being a loader and shuttle dispatcher for the Pan Galactic Mining Consortium, Ellis simply needed money to eat.

It was a mindless existance working for "Pee-Gee" as the mining consortium was called. The consortium had established support and logistics operations on Pleides Prime with its actual mining occuring on the two moons Fortuna and El Dorado in near orbit just a few hours away. The mining was accomplished in null grav in difficult conditions with old fashioned muscle power by an army of employees.

Pleides Prime however was the complete opposite of its inhospital moons. Trees and rivers with a rather temperate climate was the ideal spot for management to operate in relative comfort and ease without inconveniencing itself with things like water rationing, protein supplemented foodstuffs or bare bones utilitarian living conditions.

As Ellis reviewed the loading schematic for the next load he saw a group of PG security operatives approaching. Known as "Pinks" in referance to some old group of company guards from earth that we