Andretti's Journal of Heroism

I am afraid that it was just too easy in the end. Deadeye should not have dropped that grenade. Well, as my grandfather always said, “The only good trandoshan is a… well, even a dead trandoshan is bad.” He had the best jokes.

Speaking of dead things, we were attacked by some strange giant cats. Apparently Treeface needs to pay his security guards more, because they were dead when we arrived at the second pit stop (my landing was a masterpiece, skidding to a precise stop, a perfect angle and position). I was busy checking on the speeder when Drekk started lumbering off towards the bushes, following a blood trail. He handed me his gun, picked up another one from a dead guard, and started wildly shooting at creepy eyes peering out at us.

I shot at it, too, and didn't see the second gatto pazzo before it blindsided me with a nasty clawed pounce! Ahia!

I took cover behind the speeder as Deadeye and her smuggler friend, Leru, pulled up. Leru blasted at the cat, drawing its attention, and Deadeye finished it off. A third gatto started stalking us, and I managed to finish it off from a safe distance - one kill for each, not bad! I believe I was the most deadly on a per pound basis, but we didn't have time to measure since the gates soon opened and I punched it hard.

The race was a great way to stretch my natural talents, exercise some muscles not used for a while. Drekk was even helping out in the end, doing something with wires and power cores. He must be a lot smarter than he looks - together we managed to make that speeder go faster than it ever has. I doubt that it was too good for the engine, but at least it wasn't ours.

Well, after many accolades and collecting our prize money, we managed to haggle a few things from Treeface. Good thing he didn't recognize us - three cheers for drunken stupors! I probably shouldn't have spent all my money, but he had a superior disruptor pistol that I just couldn't resist. We had to haggle a bit to get Drekk what he wanted, but our flash and pizazz obviously dazzled the poor weapons dealer. He is no match for our negotiation prowess.

Oh, it turns out that Deadeye had some kind of deal with Leru, and now we are going to be smugglers! Great opportunities for infamy - pirates are supposed to be pretty good pilots, and I will best them all! And because we're Imperial military, we can't get in real trouble, right? Ura!