Description: 'Your friend deftly maneuvers his starship into port near you. He disembarks with a grin on his face. “That worked wonderfully. I even had time to get the mechanics at Darkstar to work on my ship. Look, pal, you've saved my life and my job. Here...” He hands you a credit chip worth 70,000 credits. “That’s all I have on me right now. Believe me, I’d give you millions if I had the money. Look, I’ll put in a recommendation for you at United Galactic headquarters out at Tabletop. They’ve got some well-paying courier jobs to offer, if that’s the kind of thing you like.”'
