George Lucas, Leesti, 01-Jun-3200

Leesti's pirates didn't disappoint me as, once more, I traversed the system. A few more scalps added to the roster, I sold my animal skins for the princely sum of ¢34855.8 and picked up an equal quantity of robots for ¢23352.0. Apparently, a few days ago some space pirate and an honourable merchant were both arrested for brawling publicly. Consequently, the local bar, the Tauntaun, was closed for a thorough clean and refurbishment. Must have been some fight.

The other result is that George Lucas is considerably quieter than normal. I decide to take a break from the Lave-Leesti-Riedquat triangle and contact the Diso Consular Office. Apparently, they are a mirror image of Lave — the only democracy for light years around. Sounds like an interesting excursion.