Mos Eisley Spaceport, a wretched hive of scum and villainy. The twin suns beat down on the bustling trade hub as all manner of creature went about their day to day activities. Street vendors peddled their shoddy wares and spoiled food while masses of drunks poured in and out of bars like the drinks they were imbibing. Somewhere there was the sounds of murder being masked by the music of one of the many seedy clubs that dotted the city-scape, and no one stopped to do anything for fear of ending up as the next nameless victim to be found laying face down in the dust. In the past few years things have only become more corrupt as the Empire's grasp has tightened on the backwater planet. Imperial troops patrol the streets, and are worse than the Hutt thugs they replaced. Not that the thugs are gone, they've just moved from shaking people down for money, to spreading Death-Sticks around the streets like candy. Corruption, greed, and death... Business as usual in Tatooine's trade hub.