Dor-Tennia is a gleaming blue and green jewel of a world. Forested land masses dot an extensive ocean. Much of the world is wilderness, with only a single major city surrounding the planet's space port. Smaller settlements are spread across the same large island, but beyond that, the planet is home only to its native fauna.
The city, Mos Dursa sits on the eastern coast of the largest island on the planet, and where the city meets the ocean, an extensive zone of factories and power generators supports Dor-Tennia's primary industry - extracting minerals and metal salts from the ocean water for export.
Roughly 150,000 people live in Mos Dursa. One of them is Kaer Paxlo, who apparently works at the port as maintenance technician in the traffic control centre.
Reldan Jalt, at the controls of the
Dancing Bantha, calls in for directions, listens to the instructions carefully, then angles the Corellian YT-2400 transport down towards Docking Bay 94...
"It looks really nice here." he announces,
"Temperate climate, oceans, beaches, not too many people. Not many Impy's. I vote we just put down and never leave again.
"Then again, the Colonel would probably send a bunch of his best people after us. Still, I could keep it in mind for my retirement."
The ship levels out, then drops the last few metres into the bay,
"Here we go. Wonder how far we'll have to drag those crates of equipment to the shuttle."
The howl of the thrusters starts to fade as Reldan shuts them down...