Log Entry: 13012
After our encounter with Khorash at the Octagon we head back to our apartment.
Vrinko makes some offhand comment about my race…again…I curse at him in native tongue ‘Fresher Breath", Vrinko shoots me a funny look. Why do I get the feeling he understood that one? I’d better use a different dialect in future.
We sit down and plan our next move. Tyr is reluctant to deal with Khorash, part of me agrees with him, yet some lingering thought makes me want to agree to her demands. Not as much as the panting, drooling love-struck fool Wookie, but at least we should consent for now and hear what her favour is. Vrinko and Tyr get into a heated argument. Tyr states he’ll have nothing to do with her and if she wishes to endanger his ship in any way he will leave.
He’s wrong. It’s my ship. How many times do I have to tell him. Do those strange appendages on the sides of humans heads not function?
Sensing this is going nowhere I suggest we should pursue the Bloody Tusk pirates, its good money and we may be able to locate their home base and execute a ground assault. Arribacca roars in agreement. I really like our Wookie crewmate. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, every Jawa should have one.
I explain it may be possible to construct a projectile based tracking device. All we have to do is locate another Bloody Tusk ship, fire the device and then track where they go. If we can find their point of origin we can exterminate them like the evil scum they are and ensure they don’t hurt anyone else. And pick up some credits for our hard work.
It’s better than staying on the station, which I have never liked. Something about staying in one place too long makes me nervous. The Sandcrawler was a home on the move, I miss that.