“What is this backwater hellhole you have navigated us to?”
“Don’t ask me, the damn navicomp went on the blink just as
we entered hyperspace. I’d demand my
money back, but the Hutts aren’t known for warranty repairs.”
+++machine code blurts out+++
“Apparently we are in the Aduba system. Never heard of it? Pull up the galactic map for me.”
“Well it appears we aren’t in Hutt space – which is good
news, but could we be any further from civilization? Teth seems to be the closest system with
anything like a decent support base.”
+++machine code blurts out+++
The ship shudders in sympathetic rhythm to the computers distress.
There would appear to be some malfunction in the hyperdrive and fuel loss. It will require landing on Aduba-3 and the organization
of repairs at what is little more than a single controller space port.
Computer Data: Aduba-3 or Aduba III is a planet in the Aduba
system with three million citizens and a starport. It is mostly covered by
desert and plains. Most of the plant life on Aduba-3 has grown thorns as forms
of protection. Located along the Triellus Trade Route.
Tun Aduban is the largest city
and only spaceport on Aduba-3.
The spaceport consists of one
control tower, manned by a PK droid. No landing directions are given and there are
no landing pads; incoming ships merely find a spot in the desert. The
population of Tun Aduban comprises mostly of drifters and unlucky spacers. The
city had little to offer beyond cantinas, brothels, and merchants selling goods.
Places of interest included the House of a Higher Power, Locru's Central
Saloon, and Spacer's Hill.
Landing fees are 100 Credits,
payable to Shalla Torwyn the city administrator.
On approach to the spaceport you notice there are several
ships already “parked” in haphazard formation.
You land on the out edges of the parked vessels, keeping 500 meters
between you and the nearest ship. It’s
about one kilometer to the control tower, where inquiries directed to the
ancient PK droid advise you that Administrator Torwyn can be found at Locru’s
Central Saloon. It takes you 15 minutes
to locate the Saloon and the Administrator who demands 150 credits landing
fee. Your pilot argues the fees,
outlining the published fees. The
response given is that the increased costs have not been updated since the rise
of the Galactic Empire – almost fifteen years ago. Grumbling, and noticing that the
Administrator has several thugs to back up his demands, you give in and pay the
fee.
As you are in a Saloon you decide to wet your palates and
take in the ambiance of what is said to be the high water of “civilization” on
Aduba-3. It is now you are approached by
a group of individuals, an middle-aged male human, a female humanoid with four arms and
long, pointed ears; and a humanoid droid.
The droid appears to be the spokesman for the group.
“I am General Jasha, my companions and I are seeking
transport to Nar Kaaga.”
So starts the story…
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