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Tatooine was a sparsely populated planet compared to others. There was an even smaller settlement towards the outer edge of the Dune Sea where miners, merchants and others had built up some small infrastructure. It probably had a population no larger than a few hundred people at best. But they had a cantina and they could refuel Wesk's ship. There was a large number of Jawas present. That much was obvious from the moment she landed. The town definitely was heavily influenced and likely even founded by a Jawa presence in the first place.
She had just dropped off some excavation equipment for a group of scholars and scientists. They were there to pursue the lead that the Dune Sea had once been an ocean. Fossils and rocks would tell them more information but of course they had need of machines and gear to accomplish the task. With the job done with Wesk had some free time on her hands.
The red headed teenager looked around the cantina. It was not a large town and only had the one. Even a the rare kid from a local family was seen among the patrons. At least the seventeen year old delivery girl would not be asked to leave. Wesk had found that some drinking establishments with held services when it came to younger looking members of society. There were a number of factors to this. But the same reasoning did not always apply to each location clearly.
"Morality seems to not be universal. Interesting." She spoke softly to herself as she tapped the menu puck in the center of the table. It displayed a limited number of available dishes. Some were the most basic and probably not even on par with galactic franchise quality. But this was a fairly isolated location. Maybe I should inquire with the owner of the establishment to see if they would desire better ingredients. Then again if they could afford that then they would have already done so.
Wesk sat there for a moment until a server droid came up. It did not ask for her identity or anything but the teenager did not order any drink. Instead just a simple bowl of soup was her choice. After the droid left the freelance delivery girl the music would continue to play in the background while she pulled out a datapad and began tapping away at logistics planning for her next delivery. Occasionally she would look up to curiously observe the other customers.
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