<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br/><hr/><br/>Will looked to Max, "Nah, not cards... It's the old adage, 'a thousand credits pay-off per stitch'... Let's say the Scouts compensated me some for throwing me to the wolves out in the ass end of the galaxy..." he spoke with some cynicism, "Saved a bit too when most of the medical bill from the damage I got getting freeze-dried by the Navy got paid off by latter-said Gestapo..." he also added. Grunting as he leaned back against the wall he was perched against, he gave a nod to the Doctor about the input of credits and looked back to Adrianna. "Okay, seems like we got a bit of a plan for the rest of the time we're dirtside..." he spoke to the group.<br/><br/>"Red; me, you and the Doc should head out when needed to all chip in whatever for the fuelling seals. For 2k really it'd have been easier having four of us shell out to be even, though maybe we can go thirds if we purchase some extra fuel at the same time. I trust you with the maths to sort all that shit out..." he explained to Adrianna firstly. "Because the others are low on cash and talking about sorting out<em>Captain Aslan of the 57th Solomani Century</em>, they can do that together whilst we sort the payment out. That all done, once we're fuelled, maybe then we can finally take-off..." he grunted.