Fuel Crisis

An anxious Trodd tapped impatiently at the Foxcatch's fuel gauge. "Kast...!" Trodd grumbled.

"What is it?"

"As you have failed to notice the fuel's low. We won't be able to reach Nal Hutta - we are going to have to make a detour to the moon."

"Nar Shaddaa, what a fantastic idea," Kast sighed. "Because we have so many buddies on the Smuggler's Moon."

"What else? Would you rather us crash and burn? Sometimes you just have to take risks." Puggles stood up. "We are going to that moon."

"Yes sir," Jodo Kast input the data into the ship's navi-system. The Foxcatch was still quite a distance out, but they'd just barely be able to make it to the Smuggler's Moon. The descent began...