George Lucas, Leesti, 23-Jun-3200
More pirates. I worry that the continued killing of pirates is becoming so routine I won't consider their lives worth much if ever I meet one in a bar. I quieten my concerns by remembering that out here, there are worse things than death for a pirate if caught by the authorities.
Arriving at Leesti, Gary Watson's friend picks up his parcel before I've even got out of the ship. Whatever was in that parcel, he must have wanted it quite badly. And once again, the traders are waiting for my furs delivery. I really don't know how they can know I'm coming with furs, but when they discover that I've also brought Riedquater pets, the reaction is mixed. A few of the older traders look slightly disappointed and re-adjust their order pads: I think they're of the generation which trades one product and does it very well.
The younger ones, however, look eager to take as much as they can of whatever animal products I'm carrying. A few even enquire about the meat deliveries I used to run, but I tell them that until they offer a better price, I can't offer them that service. Still, all in all they seemed happy to get another consignment of furs onto the market. I wonder what they do with them all.
On the way from the ship to the market, I stop in at the Tauntaun to re-hydrate myself. I soon forget my troubles and, uh, h'm... Well, a few hours later I bustle off to the market with haste and get my bird re-fuelled and stashed with robots for the trip to Zaonce.
Arriving at Leesti, Gary Watson's friend picks up his parcel before I've even got out of the ship. Whatever was in that parcel, he must have wanted it quite badly. And once again, the traders are waiting for my furs delivery. I really don't know how they can know I'm coming with furs, but when they discover that I've also brought Riedquater pets, the reaction is mixed. A few of the older traders look slightly disappointed and re-adjust their order pads: I think they're of the generation which trades one product and does it very well.
The younger ones, however, look eager to take as much as they can of whatever animal products I'm carrying. A few even enquire about the meat deliveries I used to run, but I tell them that until they offer a better price, I can't offer them that service. Still, all in all they seemed happy to get another consignment of furs onto the market. I wonder what they do with them all.
On the way from the ship to the market, I stop in at the Tauntaun to re-hydrate myself. I soon forget my troubles and, uh, h'm... Well, a few hours later I bustle off to the market with haste and get my bird re-fuelled and stashed with robots for the trip to Zaonce.
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