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itsybitsyrebelHome Universe Date: August 3, 2094
In-Universe Date: 1:9, Year 3
Location: Great Mesra Plateau, Tatooine.
This time we managed to find a farm. I know you're wondering what there is to farm in this giant sandbox. This particular bunch was going to try ranching, but by the time we showed up they were more occupied with a shootout with the local Sand People.
I figure Dynamo's spent most of his report complaining about how there wasn't a mention of 'reeks' anywhere in that fauna report, but since the farmers mentioned they imported the thing I'll just mention it and move along. I don't have any idea what they planned to feed it around here. And given what I've heard folks here usually farm, I've got suspicions the stupid is planetwide.
The Sand People aren't too bright either, cause they promptly assumed we were reinforcements for the farmers and started shooting at us too. By the time the little mess was settled, the reek had run off.
Local currency's something called 'peggats', and we're being offered a few and a trip to Mos Eisley (the nearest town) to bring back the stray animal. Shouldn't be too hard, and I'm all for finding a ship off this sandbox of morons.
Seriously. Moisture farming. In a desert. What's next, a banana plantation in the arctic? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for self-sufficiency, but I think it'd be more cost-effective to just import water.
In-Universe Date: 1:9, Year 3
Location: Great Mesra Plateau, Tatooine.
This time we managed to find a farm. I know you're wondering what there is to farm in this giant sandbox. This particular bunch was going to try ranching, but by the time we showed up they were more occupied with a shootout with the local Sand People.
I figure Dynamo's spent most of his report complaining about how there wasn't a mention of 'reeks' anywhere in that fauna report, but since the farmers mentioned they imported the thing I'll just mention it and move along. I don't have any idea what they planned to feed it around here. And given what I've heard folks here usually farm, I've got suspicions the stupid is planetwide.
The Sand People aren't too bright either, cause they promptly assumed we were reinforcements for the farmers and started shooting at us too. By the time the little mess was settled, the reek had run off.
Local currency's something called 'peggats', and we're being offered a few and a trip to Mos Eisley (the nearest town) to bring back the stray animal. Shouldn't be too hard, and I'm all for finding a ship off this sandbox of morons.
Seriously. Moisture farming. In a desert. What's next, a banana plantation in the arctic? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for self-sufficiency, but I think it'd be more cost-effective to just import water.
