RJ: Mos Espa
"Ahem. Good day, madam. You are responsible for the..." the Imperial checks his datapad, "'Sunset Shimmer?' Good. Registered... here on Tatooine. Welcome home. Let us see, then. I'll have your papers before you leave, if you please. Cargo manifest, crew compliment, names of any passengers. As well, I'll need to log your previous stop and your next intended port of call."
"And finally," he adds. "The travelling tariff. One hundred Imperial credits, payable by note from any credit institution recognized by the Imperial Galactic Bank. Or the bank itself, of course."
He gives a little cough. "Of course, if you would prefer to settle in cash," he says, emphasizing this last word and making a little pause, "There is a pleasant discount available. Yes. Only eighty credits, if paid in cash."
He looks you in the eye for a moment.
"Make sure to stay out of the sun during the hottest part of the day, or you'll end up with skin as pink as mine."
The Imperial attempts to shuffle past you murmuring 'good day.'