“15 credits”
“I’m sure you can do it for 10” Dash suggested, flashing a smile. “You’ll put our people off coming”.
The dockmaster scrunched his face in protest, but grudgingly agreed, scurrying off to organise the refuelling. Dash did not wait for him to change his mind, leaving the Lasat to sort out the Custodian as he made his way outside the starport.
It had been an empty threat perhaps; the Order could hardly refuse to help those in need. But the dockmaster did not need to know that. Besides, the Knight had burnt over half his fuel travelling this far out. He was not about to lose all his credits too.
Dash stepped out into the street, the dry arid air hitting him like a dragon’s breath. Lasan was hot, that much he had learned already. From what the locals told him, this particular dry spell was unusually harsh. It had decimated the local crops and risked triggering a famine that would sweep the region.
People lost their senses when they were hungry. Lost themselves. Dash had seen it happen on more than one world. The Order had to act fast if they were to help here. If they could get food to the Lasat they could save many lives and perhaps even make a few friends here along the way.
The Custodian’s cargo hold was full of food and supplies for distribution by the local authorities, but Dash dared not try to move them until his companion arrived. The thin drawn faces of passes by revealed how desperate these people were. They would need discretion and tact to get the supplies to the local governor without risking a riot.
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“I’m sure you can do it for 10” Dash suggested, flashing a smile. “You’ll put our people off coming”.
The dockmaster scrunched his face in protest, but grudgingly agreed, scurrying off to organise the refuelling. Dash did not wait for him to change his mind, leaving the Lasat to sort out the Custodian as he made his way outside the starport.
It had been an empty threat perhaps; the Order could hardly refuse to help those in need. But the dockmaster did not need to know that. Besides, the Knight had burnt over half his fuel travelling this far out. He was not about to lose all his credits too.
Dash stepped out into the street, the dry arid air hitting him like a dragon’s breath. Lasan was hot, that much he had learned already. From what the locals told him, this particular dry spell was unusually harsh. It had decimated the local crops and risked triggering a famine that would sweep the region.
People lost their senses when they were hungry. Lost themselves. Dash had seen it happen on more than one world. The Order had to act fast if they were to help here. If they could get food to the Lasat they could save many lives and perhaps even make a few friends here along the way.
The Custodian’s cargo hold was full of food and supplies for distribution by the local authorities, but Dash dared not try to move them until his companion arrived. The thin drawn faces of passes by revealed how desperate these people were. They would need discretion and tact to get the supplies to the local governor without risking a riot.
@Reyn
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