Evren listened patiently as the old doctor threw his tantrum. As a former front line commanding officer, he was well accustomed to people throwing tantrums all the time, especially on the most inconvenient times possible. Like when you’re laying in a ditch for half the day taking cover from artillery fire or when storming an enemy position. Compared to that, the timing of Darien was pretty acceptable.

The captain was well aware of the sorry state his ship was in and that it would require a lot of money and hard work to get everything, including med bay up to standards. Unfortunately Evren only could borrow enough money from the Triads to buy the Dauntless in the state she was. The money for a complete overhaul of everything he had to earn.

As the crew left to do their tasks, the captain had to go to work too. Not only was he in charge of the ship but he was also responsible for the business side of it. That meant a lot of paperwork, calculations and counting money. 

Evren went through all the data, receipts and information he could get on the expenses and calculated a rough estimate of the baseline operational cost of the Dauntless per flight day. Just the baseline resource consumption such as fuel and food for the crew would ramp up to around $2000 per flight day. Most of that would be fuel consumption. However it was still a rough estimate. Consumption of fuel was significantly higher when flying in the atmosphere of a planet or having to leave its gravitational pull. However these rough estimates would certainly help with the upcoming negotiations with Fat Pig.

Aside from covering basic costs the captain also needed $5000 to pay off the current quarterly year part of his debt that needed to be paid in the next few days and preferred to also get some replacement parts and medical supplies. That would easily be another $5000. All combined it was almost ten grand more than he had in his pocket. Especially now that luck had spent most of the remaining cash on restocking food supplies Evren sighed as he knew he had to squeeze out as much cash upfront from Fat Pig as possible. 

Somehow Luck managed to time his food making project perfectly in sync with Anxi landing the Dauntless at Kharak town Spaceport. All the paperwork had to wait as the pleasant smell of freshly prepped food filled the hallways, cabins, bridge and medbay. It was dinner time, or maybe supper or breakfast. The timing of meals gets a little bit fuzzy in space afterall due to the lack of a day/night cycle. It just becomes food time. 

Making his way towards the mess the captain came across medbay. There he was greeted by a barrage of sounds that was residing in the very grey borders between music and torture. The instrument of the bobcat was certainly a unique cultural thing that he was very fond of. However it was questionable if the other crew members could appreciate its distinct sound. 

Evren knocked a few times on the Medbay’s door before opening it and sticking his head in. [color=16CA03]”Food’s ready, if you’re hungry you should go to the mess. About the medbay’s inventory…can you make up a list of everything that is necessary ordered on priority? Then we can see what we can acquire in Kharak town before we depart again.”[/color]

 As the captain entered the mess he noticed that Njal was busy with his pet again. It was sort of a funny sight, the giant man with the small pet. However, Evren wasn’t too pleased with having that creature lose around the food supply. [color=16CA03]”Njal, put him back in his cage. I don’t want him to munch on our food.”[/color]