General's Ice Bath.

General's Log:

Seems as though I have crash landed on a sort of tropical paradise. I think they call it Felucia Kysheek a.k.a. FLO-RIDA. I'm gonna take my auxiliary Land Speeder down to I-Drive and find the canteena. Where they have the icy buckets of Alderidian Ale. The landscape is flattened, the tiny lizards are almost always underfoot. My flight suit is wet with sweat and tears of joy for the good fortune staring at me through my beer goggles. Time is precious here, it's rejuvenating. The air is thick with humidity. I found the trail, Orange Blossom Trail, the final proving ground of the Jedi. If you can make it here, you're good. Saw a few men with sales of Conch Fritters and Conche Ceviche under a tent in the parking lot of a "Go Go Dancer" establishment. I am looking for Billy Dee (I mean, Lando) to help me knock back some of these Miller Lites until I find the Alderidian buckets.

My radar screen has detected unorthodox activity in the vicinity. Seems as though a "Mickey Mouse" tax is requested for the space occupied by my speeder. This is gonna make for a great story.