Mos Eisley

"Mos Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious," Kenobi says.

You see a bigger town than Anchorhead, but there's an air of slime and corruption surrounding the place. The back of your neck prickles in warning. A freighter blasts off, powering into orbit. You can feel the heat of the thrusters over the oppressive temperature of the twin suns.

You drive the speeder into town. You are stopped by stormtroopers.

The stormtrooper says, "How long have you had these droids?"

You say, "About three or four seasons."

Obi-Wan says, "They're for sale if you want them."

"Let me see your identification," the lead stormtrooper orders.

Obi-Wan, with a small wave of his hand, says, "You don't need to see his identification."

The stormtrooper says, "We don't need to see his identification."

"These aren't the droids you're looking for."

The stormtrooper replies, "These aren't the droids we're looking for."

Obi-Wan says, "He can go about his business."

"You can go about your business."

Kenobi says, "Move along."

The stormtrooper says, "Move along... move along." He waves the speeder through.

You drive and park where Obi-Wan indicates. A seedy dive bar sits half in the sand and half out. You, Obi-Wan, and the two droids walk in.

The noise is the first thing that hits you, the second is the sight of how full the bar is, and the third is the dank smell of numerous alien bodies, sweat, and various types of smoking mixtures.

You walk up to the bar as Obi-Wan talks to a furry alien to one side.

"We don't serve their kind here!" the bartender shouts pointing at the droids.

"Threepio, take Aretoo outside. We don't want any trouble. Wait for us there."

"Okay, master." The golden protocol droid and the astromech exit the cantina.