<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Making a move to the Dining Area<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone.<br/><hr/><br/>Will shrugged, "Whatever. I got a tranq rifle and my blade. I'd prefer to keep my flak jacket on me, if that's alright. I don't have a sidearm. I'm not the best aim due to the fuckin' obvious about me, so my rifle has a scope on it. I'm a dab hand with my sword though most times." he unclipped the scabbard with blade from his belt and slipped the tranq rifle off his shoulder. "I'll probably get a decent pistol with some good aim-tech to help my shakey hands at the next system we end up at. Being the astrogator, I'll listen to the doggo's advice and get a decent side-arm." he paused... "Also who the fuck is 'Army'?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.<br/><br/>He shrugged, "Whatever. Max makes a decent first officer. I'd have put myself up for that role, but you all will probably listen to her more, so that's fine with me. So much also for Captain in name only on this ship..." he looked over to Greg when they stated the Captain made Max first officer and the connotation such a thing should remain unchallenged. He put the blanket wrapping up the photos and the books down somewhat centrally and unwrapped it so everyone in the room could visibly see the loose photos of the old crew atop the closed book which would hold more. "Max, that computer is an AI for the Aslan. It's name is Era. I recommend anyone who's good at computing to help out Max bring 'Era' back online. Maybe then we can learn more about what happened with this boat, plus... Never know, they may make a good crew addition..."