Chapter 5 - Food for Thought

You've spent a couple days relaxing on Iso-1, the repurposed Bulk freighter that serves as Iso-Tech's deep space base and the rendezvous point for your recent run from Raxus Prime.

All of the repairs to your ship have been completed and the four of you are lounging in the ship's bar when Norta approaches. Norta, the Rodian manager from Raxus Prime and still head man on the Blockade Bandit, the Corellian corvette that you helped escape from Raxus, stops at your table and smiles. Well, at least Ken recognizes a Rodian smile.

"Hello all, glad to see you're still here. I was wondering if you were planning on staying until all of your credits were spent, he chuckles, or if your interested in getting back out and earning a few more?" He pauses for a second before continuing. "We were getting regular food runs back on Raxus Prime and we need someone to let them know we've moved. Should just be a quick trip down the Perlemain route to meet a guy, deliver an encrypted chip with our message and bang, your free to go or to come back here if your interested in what we might have for you."

"Good, good!" , Norta holds out a code cylinder. "Please take this to Uyterian Grain, Inc. at the main starport on Uyter. Ask for A'kog, he's our guy there. He'll know how to reroute the supplies to us. I didn't have time to set this up with him, so here's a thousand credits. Once you deliver, you're free to check out what Uyter has to offer or you can pop back here. We should have some more regular runs set up by then.

Norta nods at everyone's enthusiasm. "To be honest, I wish you were gone now." He chuckles, "Nothing personal, but if we miss these guys they could end up in trouble busting into Raxus Prime with no where to land and unaware of how stirred up we left the place."

Heading back to your ship, you head out toward Uyter. It's one relatively simple jump back to the Perlemian Trade route at Lianna, nice place. Next is a run down the Perlemian to the Lantillies sector and Utyer. The grey/green fields of Uyterian barley stretch to the horizon as you swoop towards the capital spaceport.

Once landed, the mid summer warmth washes over you as you come down the ship's ramp. The afternoon sun shines brightly on the bustling starport as you make your way out to the city.

Querying the local net is quick enough, as Uyterian Grain, Inc. is one of the major exporters. It's just a couple blocks down the bustling street to their main office. An office that's is surprisingly refreshing after only a short time under the Uyterian sun. You're also slightly startled at the sudden quiet as the doors close behind you, shutting out the din of the busy streets.

The front room of the grain office is simple enough, about 15 meters by 30 meters. With four desks, to on each side and a couple doors leaving out the back wall. The four desks are occupied with workers, diligently tapping out orders and invoices. The nearest human looks up at you and smiles.

"How can we help you today fine Sirs?"

The clerk that spoke gives AD-hoc a nod, "Of course, One moment."

Lifting a wired intercom handset, he speaks softly for a few seconds. Placing the handset back in it's cradle, he motions towards the back of the room. "Please proceed to the door on the left. A'kog will see you now."

Passing through the door at the back of the room, you enter a spacious, if spartanly decorated office. The desk, no larger than it needs to be, seems small in the space. Half a dozen chairs spread out in a semi-circle in front of the desk. What art does hang on the walls are pastoral scenes, one a sweeping piece of rolling grain fields and the other a small perma-crete cottage and several out of focus people working a small field.

The male Twi'lek behind the desk stands as you enter. "Welcome gentlebeings, he smiles as he sweeps his gaze across your group. "You don't look like the typical bulk grain purchasers, perhaps here to commission a special strain for some craft Ale project?

He chuckles a little at his jest as he pauses for your response.

A'kog takes the code cylinder from Ken with a smile. "Craft Ale project it is, let me take a look at your requirements. "

Placing the code cylinder in his desk comp, he let's the information decrypt and display on his screen. After a moment, he begins typing additional information. Retrieving the code cylinder he places it on the desk towards Ken.

"It seems we're always a moment away from a quiet life. Alas, the ship that handles these special requests, The Vaz Zito left a few hours ago. To fulfill this request, you'll need to catch up with them at Columex. They'll be there trading some of our standard grain for some more exotic grains and flavor enhancers before continuing on."

He pulls a credit chit from his desk and places it next to the code cylinder, "Assuming, of course, you are currently available."