A Voice Behind a Door

It seemed like we had just started flying through hyperspace when the Crate Fang came to a sudden stop. We sat there looking out of the cockpit, drinking in the cosmos. The problems of Temo and Tatooine seemed so small while looking into the endless black void of black.

A sudden wailing of sirens brought us out of our poetic hypnosis and back to reality. Mixed in with the alarm seems to be the sounds of someone yelling in Gamorrean. On top of the assault on our hearing, something rancid is attacking our noses. We may not be alone on this ship.

MRDR gets on the computer to try and diagnose what is going on. It seems the loud wailing is an alert to tell us we are running out of fuel. On top of that, MRDR finds a transponder emitting our coordinates every 5 minutes back to…someone. I doubt it’s to someone who has our best interests at heart. MRDR slices it to transmit every hour but can’t turn the thing off. He also finds the source of the sound, a music player. It seems like Treks had a love for Gamorrean opera. Between that and the smell on this ship, she had to have paid her crew handsomely.

After some searching around the ship, we figure out the source of the smell, Wookie pelts. It seems Treks had quite an operation here. Wookie pelts are some of the most expensive items on the black market. I’m all for finding alternative methods of money-making but skinning a Wookie is just…vile.

It’s not a bad haul. I found a blaster, MRDR found 1000 credits, and attempted to lie and keep half of it. I’m a little proud of him for trying to pull one over on us. We are about to open the last cargo hold door, and we hear a “HEY, LET ME OUT”.