>COMM BEGINS< I found a cantina filled with what I can only imagine were this planet’s versions of scum and villainy. Not nearly as bad as other planets we’ve served on, hey Sarge, am I right? Anyway, cunningly disguised with a scarf bearing the insignia of the region, I remained undetected for the duration of what they called a “Match”. The black stuff in the glass was good. Way better than synth ale. Vader might be onto something with that whole “dark side” schtick of his. Don’t tell him I said that. Not much in the way of target sightings. Send reinforcements. I’m buying. >COMM ENDS<
Pictures: Jean Jacques Voyez Vous (deputised Earth-man)
>COMM BEGINS< Understood, sir. This is the spot. Empty for now. The locals seem friendly enough, but they’re hardly the docile sort we’re used to. Fortunately they’re currently distracted by some sort of ritual athletic gathering. I’ll check it out. No sign of target. Are we sure they were sighted this far out? >COMM ENDS<
>COMM BEGINS< Yes, sir. I have acquired some kind of traditional weapon favoured by the predominantly human inhabitants of this planet. Sadly, it seems to be set permanently to ‘stun’ - however I am certain it will allow me to blend in - and move among the locals undetected. No sign of target. Search continues. >COMM ENDS<
