Will would nod, and dock at the requested docking bay. Twelve grunts, hired security from one of the various mercenaries would accompany William out of the ship and into the prison. For he was here with the money to do a simple task. One that he would kick himself later for. In order to find Rychart, he needed a band of pirates that could hold their own. These rent-a-soldiers were not good enough for his purposes. And to put it bluntly, he did need a new command center anyway so a band of pirates would be useful in helping him take a base for himself. Finally, he would approach the office of the warden alone, and with the money in hand. "So my arrangement is simple. I want to pay for the release of not one, but thirty of the space pirates here. The reasons are my own. Suffice to say, that with recent events I find myself needing the services of pirates. They will be turned into Privateers, working for me however and will not trouble the Mechera." Will composed this line in his mind before walking into the office of the Warden.