Dusk at Mos Eisley, a Hive of Scum and Villainy. Music seeps out the cellar window of a seedy cantina. The smell of smoke, fuel and hot sand lingers in the air. Gamblers are laying out their Pazaak games, lighting up the canopied roofs with the soft glow of the cards. And the first starship crews have begun to hit the street, searching for entertainment, substances, opportunity or trouble.