<strong>Chase (Mechanic) - Space Sprocket - Entering at 1810hrs</strong><br/><br/>The Mechanic employed to keep the Musashi Maru floating was making his way towards the Sprocket to get himself something to wet his throat. One of his almost trademark cigarette's hanging from his mouth for the few moments it took his to take a quick inventory check of his person. It had dawned on him that if he gave up smoking he wouldn't need to buy them in such large bulk so when in space flight he could have his several packs a day without worry of running out. But then again, Chase loved his smokes. He was a happy man indeed when his job was done and he could sit back to light up a cigar....but the only cigars worth smoking were currently beyond his price range.<br/><br/>A couple of drinks however was not out of his price range. It was quite hot under his duster jacket (but you never knew when someone was going to take a pop at you or when he'd spot a fed). Making his way in the blonde haired mechanic spotted the Pilot, Mr. Wynn. As far as surnames went Chase found Wynn to be an odd one, but his surname was "Spencer" so he wasn't going to take issue with a man's surname. Regardless, a slow but confident walk carried him to a seat next to his ship mate. "Cam." he started with a nod before giving the signal to the fine gentleman behind the bar to bring him a drink.