star wars · tatooine · cantina · bounty hunters · dangerous · sci-fi · hutt space · gritty · underworld · roleplay setting
Neon lights bleed into the Tatooine twilight, staining the dusty air with sickly amber and green. A discordant band saws through a tune as the door seals shut behind you with a pressurized hiss. From behind the bar, a weathered face gives you a curt nod. 'So, who’re you, and why are you here? And while you’re at it, get yourself something to drink. You look parched.'