Gatz Duolingo despised sand almost as much as he despised being broke. It was itchy, rough, and lingered in his clothes and around his ship for days. And it was hot; it reflected the heat of Tatooine's twin suns until it was burning the soles of his feet through the bottoms of his boots. Why anyone thought living on Tatooine was a good idea, Gatz would never understand. The entire planet was literally just hot and humid death trap, with no redeeming qualities whatsoever.
Gatz wondered if the Galactic Empire was aware of that, or if they just didn't care and were trying to snatch up every system they could.
Considering the sheer amount of lawlessness in Mos Eisley, the smuggler guessed it was the latter. Either way, Gatz was going to take advantage of the organized crime on the planet, just like everyone else. He let a (very small) smile cross his face, as a group of laborers descended the boarding ramp of his YTA-1300 for the last time, hauling the final crate of spice he'd delivered. A Devaronian, representing the man who had payed him to deliver the illegal goods, handed over a credit chit. Gatz accepted it with a nod, and tucked the currency into his pocket. With their business concluded, the men departed the open hangar, acting as though they weren't carrying solicited drugs.
Gatz chuckled. Tatooine sucked, but damn was it easy to make money on the planet.
Gatz wondered if the Galactic Empire was aware of that, or if they just didn't care and were trying to snatch up every system they could.
Considering the sheer amount of lawlessness in Mos Eisley, the smuggler guessed it was the latter. Either way, Gatz was going to take advantage of the organized crime on the planet, just like everyone else. He let a (very small) smile cross his face, as a group of laborers descended the boarding ramp of his YTA-1300 for the last time, hauling the final crate of spice he'd delivered. A Devaronian, representing the man who had payed him to deliver the illegal goods, handed over a credit chit. Gatz accepted it with a nod, and tucked the currency into his pocket. With their business concluded, the men departed the open hangar, acting as though they weren't carrying solicited drugs.
Gatz chuckled. Tatooine sucked, but damn was it easy to make money on the planet.