Tatooine

"You mean Dantooine?" might be the most common, and most annoying question posed to those who hail from Tatooine and have "made it" off. Of course, it's not a question asked very often, because so few "make it" off the world. Once a thriving mining colony of the Hutts, Tatooine is now little more than a slum. Most of the criminals who stop over on this desolate planet know the name Mos Eisley better than the name of the planet itself.
Because of its anonmity, sentients can get away with almost anything on Tatooine. The Tatooinan desert devours all traces of a body, whether it happens to be the body of a flithy Jawa (the disgusting natives) or a Galactic Senator. The desert is not discerning. Terrible things happen on Tatooine, and not even the rumor of these crimes finds its way off the world. An observant sentient once noted that the true foulness of sentience shows its colors when it's not being watched.
That said, a few honest Tatooinans, mostly refugees from the days of Hutt mining, manage to eke out an existence on the fringes of the crime- ridden towns. Trapped between the Tusken Raiders of the desert and the murderous criminals of the townships, these natives tend to be tough and closed. They aren't interested in outsiders. They aren't interested in much of anything, save their meager moisture farms.
Tatooine is presently administrated by Maltorus Valen, a native of Sienar.
Category:Archived Planets