Darth Viscera
Jun 27th, 2001, 08:35:13 PM
A fat man stood in Warehouse #13 of the Cizerack Trade Outpost, reviewing his cargo manifest. He skimmed across the datapad, checking and double-checking.
"Borleian ice apples, freeze-dried. Six cargoes."
The Cizerack Trade Liason fluttered her ears and walked over to the man's trade station.
"What do you have forrr me todajy?" she asked.
"Ten shipments of foodstuffs, assorted types, humanoid edible, freeze-dried" he responded.
"Fjine. Load them up, hyuu-mann."
A group of lifter droids assembled and loaded the huge crates into five different Cizerack Tradeships. The fat man printed a receipt, recited the cost for purchase.
"Trans-ship to Carshoulis. Ten shipments, five trade vessels. That will be one hundred ten credits and thirty-two sovereigns. Thumb-print here and here to charge to your account, and sign here," he indicated to several points on the datapad, and the Cizerack female finished, handing the datapad back to the fat man and heading back to her ship. The convoy waited. Twenty-five minutes later, it entered hyperspace.
But these were no ordinary Borleian freeze-dried ice apples.
"Borleian ice apples, freeze-dried. Six cargoes."
The Cizerack Trade Liason fluttered her ears and walked over to the man's trade station.
"What do you have forrr me todajy?" she asked.
"Ten shipments of foodstuffs, assorted types, humanoid edible, freeze-dried" he responded.
"Fjine. Load them up, hyuu-mann."
A group of lifter droids assembled and loaded the huge crates into five different Cizerack Tradeships. The fat man printed a receipt, recited the cost for purchase.
"Trans-ship to Carshoulis. Ten shipments, five trade vessels. That will be one hundred ten credits and thirty-two sovereigns. Thumb-print here and here to charge to your account, and sign here," he indicated to several points on the datapad, and the Cizerack female finished, handing the datapad back to the fat man and heading back to her ship. The convoy waited. Twenty-five minutes later, it entered hyperspace.
But these were no ordinary Borleian freeze-dried ice apples.