We may be headed to certain death, so this could be my last entry. Unless the Hutt we're about to meet doesn't kill or enslave us. If that goes well, we probably have a chance to fly out of here and get killed by the Empire pretty soon instead. Die another day. That's a good goal for each day, right?
Yeah, so it's probably obvious that we had an interesting series of encounters on our first official UPC run. We arrived at the pickup location a couple days early. This gave us the privilege of salvaging the cargo we were there to pick up from the downed archaic freighter, revive some of its crew, and kill some locals that wanted to take our ship.
What does downed mean? Well, let me tell you! It means a huge smoke trail as the ship blazed--BECAUSE IT WAS ON FIRE--through the sky. Why was it on fire? I'm going to make an educated guess and say it was because of the two Emperial cruisers or the squadrons of TIE fighters that were coming right for us shortly after we had left atmosphere. I plotted a jump away from Nar Shaddaa to lose the tail, but I have to wonder if I should have led them into potential conflict.
Still, we delivered the cargo to the Grand Arena where our "guest" picked up some slaves. While there, we were approached by some Twi'lek with fancy clothes saying he represented some important Hutt. We're heading to the meet now.
I keep catching myself hoping this is a rival to the Hutt cartel that allegedly wants us dead. We don't know who we're meeting or even who wants us dead. They say ignorance is bliss. I'm leaning toward stress or maybe paranoia rather than bliss.
