Specifics

In honour of Robert Daragon's Promotion to Sith Warmaster (again :P), Proconsul Muz has decided to negate his sizable bar tab.

Unfortunately, this is going to have some dire effects. The money he spent on beer, vodka, wine, whisky, bourbon and brandy once supported the entire GNP of a small planet in the outer rim. Now that planet is in danger of a complete financial disaster.

While Bob and Goat cackle maniacally and slurp down a few more, Muz is more concerned with a practical matter. As their suppliers war amongst themselves in desperation, the CNS cantina is running low on liquor.

And that would be a devastating event.

Muz has tasked you with what seems to be a standard pirate run. Having found the trade routes for Sininc, Muz is sending you to take and retrieve a massive cargo ship, laden with spirits. The catch? It's in Emperor Hammer space.

The Emperor's Hammer, a Imperial Remnant, is not entirely friendly with the Brotherhood as it sits. Stealing a tanker of alcohol is going to go over about as well as singing the Imperial Death March in the Jedi Academy on Yavin. Nevertheless, you must try.

Platform

fiction. Times New Roman, 12pt, two pages. *.doc or *.txt to be mailed to Muz.

Awards

Amethyst, Sapphire, Emerald crescents for top placement.