"Alright.  If anyone hears anything about derlict ships from the war crashed on a planet let me know.  It might be worth while."  They'd been a crew for a couple months and every single time they set down in a space dock Deacon is asking about old war ships.  not that he really wants to add armaments to the ship, though given the ship doesn't even have so much as a deck gun it might not be a bad idea, but more he doesn't like the engines.  He thinks they could do alot more if they didn't have standard off the shelf engines.<br/><br/>He'd change the slings on his rifles, so they'd hang loosely, but acorss his chest, so it didn't look like he was actively ready to shoot and he'd remove the barrel from his sniper, securing it in the clasp on the side of it.  He'd still take his rifles, just in a less threatening manner.<br/><br/>"I'll see about picking up some supplies for the ship, replacement parts and the like."  he'd say as he headed out of the ship towards persephone merchants and work his way towards the business district, the merchant peddalers not carrying much he'd be in the market to purchase.