(Starting point for Koi Sundar)

It wouldn't be Star Wars without coming here.

Tattooine was a miserable little furnace of a planet. Thankfully it wasn't as desolate or depressing as Jakku, but the twin suns of the planet certainly made it less bearable. It was too out of the way for the Republic to have ever been able to enforce the rules, and the Smugglers Run hyperspace lane was too close and too profitable for The First Order to ignore it.

The system and it's neighbors were under harsh controls, more so now after the debacle at Exagal. Fearing that the Resistance would start to spring up in droves, local governors and generals have been putting the foot down even harder, their patrols even more numerous.

Not that it was the immediate concern of the Gamorrean Rose, a modified YT platform, or its crew. They weren't planning on staying here long enough to cause trouble, or be noticed. The plan was to refuel and stock up before heading further rimward, exploring into Wild Space.

A resource rich, habitable planet, with a chart and course to get there could fetch a crew enough money to retire on. Failing that, the engines of war always needed ore and materials.

(I'm touched that Koi is starting her story in the most traditional location :D)

Koi squinted behind her solar goggles at the sun bleached storefronts and warehouses that marked the less prosperous market district on Tatooine. As the new mechanic and back up pilot on The Rose (the previous mechanic having been recruited by the Resistance), she was responsible for making sure they had spare parts for emergency repairs. 

Given that The Rose was old enough to be a Clone War veteran, Koi had a feeling that repairs might be necessary sooner than later.  And after losing her last crew, she ached to put some lightyears between her and her grief.  It wouldn't do to have the trip cut short because they didn't have any spare hydrospanners or reactor fuses. 

A faint echo of heavy footfalls made Koi hesitate before turning the corner and stepping onto a larger avenue.  Another patrol looking for trouble.  She ducked into the nearest used goods shop.  Discretion (and absence) was the better part of valor when dealing with the local governor's paranoid soldiers.  

In reply to Koi Sundar (msg # 2):

The patrol takes a moment to stop as a temporary sentry post. Even more sweaty under their armor, their exhaustion and boredom breaks discipline, and they start to talk.

"Man, what are we even doing?"

"Colonel doesn't want to be the first one to lose his base to an uprising."

"Ya, right. The natives don't have the guns and the passerby don't care."

"Orders are orders. Besides, the Major's getting freaked out too. Equipment keeps going missing or is thoroughly trashed."

"Think it's sabotage?"

"Maybe, or we have an insider threat problem. One of the platoon sergeants swore he saw something in camp the other night causing mischief."

"Heat's getting to him."

"He's not alone. God I hate this planet..."

The patrol started moving along their route. As they walked away you feel a tiny tapping on your shoulder. A Jawa, waving his hands about and making his near indecipherable language.