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And endless desert with twin suns and all the vices the verse had to offer. To most, that was all that Tatooine had to offer. To an intrepid corellian Tatooine represented one hell of a business opportunity. A shuttle descended through the light blue atmosphere of the planet to land in the settlement of Anchorhead. Anchorhead had, at different times in the settlements life, been a proud thriving city and a deserted scrap heap. For now Anchorhead was a stable enough little settlement. Its population was composed of moisture farmers, criminals, and smugglers. The occasional pilot passed through looking for work or repairs on their ships. Work was what brought Quinn to Tatooine out on the outer fringe of the Galaxy.
The shuttle touched down and the Corellian strolled out with a smirk on his face and a whistle on his lips. He didn’t particularly like the idea of cavorting with scum and slime like those that populated the desert world. That said, if there was anywhere to make a quick credit from the stupid it was Tatooine. Quinn stopped just outside the spaceport and tapped a small boy on the shoulder. The kid whirled around to face him and Quinn crouched to stand on the boy’s level. A quick slip of five credits and Quinn was on his way to the local Cantina. Not the big cantina near the spaceport. Quinn had no interest in taking money from innocent, stupid spacers. No, he was headed straight for the most wretched cantina in all of Anchorhead.
It wasn’t ten minutes walking before he reached the cantina tucked away against the settlement’s walls. As he walked in Quinn was greeted with the smell of smoke and the sounds of debauchery.
“My My My. This looks like my kind of place.”
The Corellian strolled towards the back of the Cantina and by extension the Sabaac tables to sit down. He bought in on the table and started to play with a grin on his face. Quinn was never more at home than he was taking other peoples money at the Sabaac table. The fact that it was gangsters and death stick dealers just made it all the sweeter.
“So. Who all is in the mood to lose their credits. And someone get me a drink, I'm positively parched.”
The shuttle touched down and the Corellian strolled out with a smirk on his face and a whistle on his lips. He didn’t particularly like the idea of cavorting with scum and slime like those that populated the desert world. That said, if there was anywhere to make a quick credit from the stupid it was Tatooine. Quinn stopped just outside the spaceport and tapped a small boy on the shoulder. The kid whirled around to face him and Quinn crouched to stand on the boy’s level. A quick slip of five credits and Quinn was on his way to the local Cantina. Not the big cantina near the spaceport. Quinn had no interest in taking money from innocent, stupid spacers. No, he was headed straight for the most wretched cantina in all of Anchorhead.
It wasn’t ten minutes walking before he reached the cantina tucked away against the settlement’s walls. As he walked in Quinn was greeted with the smell of smoke and the sounds of debauchery.
“My My My. This looks like my kind of place.”
The Corellian strolled towards the back of the Cantina and by extension the Sabaac tables to sit down. He bought in on the table and started to play with a grin on his face. Quinn was never more at home than he was taking other peoples money at the Sabaac table. The fact that it was gangsters and death stick dealers just made it all the sweeter.
“So. Who all is in the mood to lose their credits. And someone get me a drink, I'm positively parched.”
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