The Galactic Republic is dead. Long live the Galactic Empire. Chancellor Palpatine is now Emperor of this new Empire. Using the threat of the supposed Jedi rebellion as justification, the Empire has become a government of oppression and tyranny. With the crackdown and growing corruption among Imperial officials, earning a living begins to require a certain … ingenuity. Amidst the hardship, seeds of true rebellion begin to grow. In time, they may bloom.
On dry, dusty, and hot Tatooine:
As blaster fire stitched the air over his head, Ben shouted to Gaan and Jaa, “Why can’t we ever have a nice, quiet drink? I can’t take you two anywhere.” The three were hunkered down behind overturned tables as other bar patrons tried their best to ventilate the three.
“I’m not sure another mouth to feed is worth getting shot at … again.”
“He’ll be here!”
Why are these idiots shooting at you and trying to kill you? You tell me.
Four thugs are currently shooting at your position with blasters. A fifth is trying to sneak around to one side with a vibrodagger. You three all have cover from upended tables.
The Five thugs all have 17 ref def normally. 3 of the 4 blaster toting have cover as well. 25 hp max for all.
Thug 1: 22 ref def, 25 hp
Thug 2: 22 ref def, 25 hp
Thug 3: 22 ref def, 25 hp
Thug 4: 17 ref def, 25 hp
Thug 5: 17 ref def, 25 hp
Ulsk was running late for the meeting, though the burly Quarren had had every intention of being on time. Every day spent on Tatooine was a day spent wanting off the dead desert world. As he turned the corner to the street the cantina fronted, it was clear that something was going down. There was the faint sound of blaster fire and a crowd gathering at a safe distance out in the street. The crowds of Mos Eisly were never likely to turn down free entertainment. A few enterprising souls had set up food stands, selling various wriggling bits of meat on sticks.
You're here to meet up with Ben, Gaan, and Jaa. Your choice (and theirs) if you know one, two, or all of them from previous jobs.
Rachi and Zevoto were spending the heat of the Tatooine day in a library. Or what passed for a library on Tatooine. Rachi was looking over a datapad on ancient ruins found on-planet while Zevoto was trying not to dry up completely. Zevoto broke the silence, “Why are we on this sand-ball? We’ve been here three weeks and nothing to show for it but sandy clothes.”
Rachi looked up from the pad, “Just following rumors and staying away from Imperial presence. The local garrision doesn’t leave their climate-controlled headquarters and is blind-drunk more often than not. Though really, it’s just a feeling that we should be here.”
The Mon Cal Zevoto looked across the table at her friend and nodded, “Makes as much sense as anything, I guess.” Both Jedi knew that meeting each other those few months back was no coincidence. There were few true accidents, but there was always the Force. “And what’s making all that racket? Sounds like there’s something brewing outside.”
Yes, you're both hearing noise from the crowd gathering outside. Just up the street from the other direction Ulsk arrived from.