Pbartender
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ONE WEEK LATER...
Under the gentle hand of Rorworr the wookiee, the Pathfinder III limped into docking bay of a singularly lonely spacestation by the name of Oasis Station. The station drifted alone in deep space halfway between Thyferra and Fondor on a stretch of the Rimma Trade Route that is extraordinarily devoid of star systems.
The station itself contains a series of docking and repair bays, complete with refueling and provisioning services, a rather greasy cafe, a rather seedy bar, and several decks worth of rather spartan cabins for rent. It adequately serves the role as spacer's stop, and does a brisk business, because nothing else is available for at least a dozen parsecs.
By now, the Pathfinder's primary hyperdrive and ion engines have been repaired, though its structural damage will have to wait until it finds a port with a proper dry-dock.
It is here, at this interstellar pit-stop that Deel Surool's message finally catches up. The familiarly sardonic green face appears on the view screen, with his head-tails twitching in anticipation...
Under the gentle hand of Rorworr the wookiee, the Pathfinder III limped into docking bay of a singularly lonely spacestation by the name of Oasis Station. The station drifted alone in deep space halfway between Thyferra and Fondor on a stretch of the Rimma Trade Route that is extraordinarily devoid of star systems.
The station itself contains a series of docking and repair bays, complete with refueling and provisioning services, a rather greasy cafe, a rather seedy bar, and several decks worth of rather spartan cabins for rent. It adequately serves the role as spacer's stop, and does a brisk business, because nothing else is available for at least a dozen parsecs.
By now, the Pathfinder's primary hyperdrive and ion engines have been repaired, though its structural damage will have to wait until it finds a port with a proper dry-dock.
It is here, at this interstellar pit-stop that Deel Surool's message finally catches up. The familiarly sardonic green face appears on the view screen, with his head-tails twitching in anticipation...
My, my, my, aren't you a difficult bunch to keep track of. Vanished right off the charts, you did. Quite a big to-do happening back on Naboo, if you haven't heard. Naboo has been occupied by the Trade Federation, and the Queen has escaped to plead our case to the Senate. In the mean time, it has been generally agreed that whomever has already gotten away had best stay away.
To this end, I have spoken to Arani's Great Aunt Agatha over in Tapani sector, and she has graciously consented to give us shelter and gainful employment until such time as we determine it advantageous to return home.
As soon as is convenient, bring yourselves and the Mystic Burn to the Mrlsst system, and I will explain all. I'll be awaiting you all there in the company of a few of my old friends from the University of Mrlsst.
I'll see you then.
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