# (decoded with TMPL 131)
Description: 'The man in the uniform turns to you, still shaking.  ÒThanks, pal.  You just saved my life.  Look, I need your help.Ó  You quickly agree.  ÒIÕm working for United Galactic Express,Õ he says, Òand IÕm shipping a valuable load of luxury goods through these parts.  Those thugs pummeled my ship, but I managed to land here and hide my cargo.  IÕm sure theyÕll be scanning every ship that leaves, and IÕm history if I eat another missile.  I need you to carry my cargo through their trap.  IÕll take off behind you, and weÕll rendezvous at <DST> by <DL>.  Thanks again, pal.Ó'