Blake was paying bills one boring night in New London, when he received a notice from BMM. Like all good Bretonians, he'd invested there.
"Mr. Owen, we are gracious for your investments in our stocks and your service in the armed forces. We are happy to inform you your stocks are worth 20 million credits."
Blake pondered his wealth for a moment. "Well," he thought "it's just money..."
He opened his neural account and transfered 15 million to the BAF.
He sat back and chuckled "...but nothing wrong with having some for myself."