Sometimes Rangers came from outside the FWA and that was fine.
Sometimes Rangers came from the Outer Rim and that was fine too.
Sometimes Rangers came from Tatooine and that was a pain in Sakas' arse.
Honestly it wasn't because Tatooine was so hot and lack of any humidity that it made her headtails shrink and try and hide themselves. No, it wasn't either of those incredibly terrible things that made it a pain in her arse. It was more the fact that it was the backend of nowhere and no one around knew how to act like they weren't sand-hicks or whatever.
Half of the locals were obnoxiously criminal and the other half were so focused on their subsistence farming of moisture (seriously?) that they basically didn't look for anything else in the Galaxy. She wouldn't be surprised if half of the farmers thought that the Empire hadn't fallen - and it would only be half because the other half likely didn't even know the Republic had fallen.
She was probably being uncharitable but she was standing around what passed for a spaceport, growing increasingly frustrated with the local she paid for the berth her ship now rested in.
"And you told me that you knew where the Ranger recruit was..." she explained for what felt like the millionth time, "So do you mind telling me where they are?"
The droid stared up at her before speaking in Huttesse.
"For the LAST TIME... Basic. Please! My blasters for Basic!"
@Nommie