After the long trip to the gas giant the previous week, spending another week in jump is hard work, especially with no passengers to provide some amusement, and not enough alcohol for anyone to get completely wasted, and so there is little to do apart from to continue with their training.
During dinner, Max is checking up on the library data for Grote.
“Grote’s a pretty decent tradin’ port,” Max says, studying his handcomp. “It’s not a good as Glisten, of course, but a lot better than all the shitty planets we’ve visited since Collace. Our tradin’ fund is looking mighty ‘ealthy at the moment. Even without the remains of the fighter we’ve got assets around the 2 mill mark, so we can easily afford to blow half a mill, or even a whole one, if there’s some useful gear we need.”
“So let me know if there’s any TL11 gear that we could do wiv – like some decent gear in your Med Bay, Doc,” he adds with a look at Will. “And I’ll pick them up while we’re in port.”
“I reckon it’s a good place to try and sell the power plant of the fighter as well. We’ll probably be in port a few days while Grim fixes up the ship anyway.”