Description: 'The man in the uniform turns to you, still shaking. “Thanks, pal. You just saved my life. Look, I need your help.” You quickly agree. “I’m working for United Galactic Express,’ he says, “and I’m 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. I’m sure they’ll be scanning every ship that leaves, and I’m history if I eat another missile. I need you to carry my cargo through their trap. I’ll take off behind you, and we’ll rendezvous at <DST> by <DL>. Thanks again, pal.”'
