Data Log 002 A Blast From The Past

Its a week ago since we went to that strange planet. The beginning of the mission went pretty routine. There was a man who called himself Mursk and who spoke a ridiculous language. He spoke as if he had never seen a spaceship before and apparently he hadn't. He hugged the ship afterward when we offered the husk of a YT-1300 as payment for what ever he could do. He seemed ecstatic. He also seemed to enjoy the squibb in the party. She was reduced to a common house pet, until the time to sneak came along of course.

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