George Lucas, Leesti, 05-May-3200
Caroline Molotov's warning that the press might take an interest in my trip was as accurate and well-founded as my suspicion that piracy would, once again plague my trip from hyperspace to George Lucas. Neither occurred and I enjoyed a completely uneventful trip. How dull. I spent most of the time reviewing some rather dreary work by an obscure local author whose imagination seemed to be on a par with an Imperial bureaucrat in the Department for Extremely Dull Propaganda.
It was a welcome change, then, when I got to George Lucas. I understand the skins traders had been waiting for my ship to come in for days. Despite the considerably lower level of sophistication of Leesti's trading post, the skins flew from off my ship in half the time it had taken Lave to load them on. A profit of ¢8559.6 on the consignment is proof that this is the business to be in. Unless you don't mind a little bit of dabbling in the black market, that is.
While the attendants rolled out the specialised military-fuel line to my ship, I placed down an order for 39 tons of Leesti Robotics' finest.
"To fill your cargo hold," they tell me, "it will cost you a mere ¢22077.9. See, ¢566.1 per ton is a bargain. These robots, they are the finest in the sector and..." so on and so on. Why they always keep trying to sell me the things after I've bought them, I shall never know. Perhaps the trader just wants someone to talk to.
I look at the charts and realise that I can make it across to Zaonce from Leesti, a change from the usual Lave or Riedquat. Well, why not? A change is as good as a rest, they say.
It was a welcome change, then, when I got to George Lucas. I understand the skins traders had been waiting for my ship to come in for days. Despite the considerably lower level of sophistication of Leesti's trading post, the skins flew from off my ship in half the time it had taken Lave to load them on. A profit of ¢8559.6 on the consignment is proof that this is the business to be in. Unless you don't mind a little bit of dabbling in the black market, that is.
While the attendants rolled out the specialised military-fuel line to my ship, I placed down an order for 39 tons of Leesti Robotics' finest.
"To fill your cargo hold," they tell me, "it will cost you a mere ¢22077.9. See, ¢566.1 per ton is a bargain. These robots, they are the finest in the sector and..." so on and so on. Why they always keep trying to sell me the things after I've bought them, I shall never know. Perhaps the trader just wants someone to talk to.
I look at the charts and realise that I can make it across to Zaonce from Leesti, a change from the usual Lave or Riedquat. Well, why not? A change is as good as a rest, they say.
posted by Phil Walker at 11:43 pm
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