#AREA Tatooine~
#AUTHOR Mael~
#RANGES
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#FLAGS
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#MOBILES
#250
low_mob ~
a newly created low_mob ~
Some god abandoned a newly created low_mob here.
~
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#251
finicky jawa~
a little, finicky Jawa~
A finicky Jawa stands at the field's edge watching takeoffs.
~
Standing here is a Jawa, whom, like all of his folk is vertically
challenged. Coming only shortly above the knee on most humans. He is
rapped in a dark brown, hooded sand cloth robe and the only feature
visible from within are his brightly bioilluminescent eyes. He chitters
endlessly and seemingly without sense but if one were to listen long
enough a talker like this could be a fountain of information.
~
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> speech_prog say parts~
mpechoat $n A shifty little Jawa fixes his eyes on you appraisingly.
mpechoaround $n A shifty little Jawa fixes his eyes on $n appraisingly.
emote says in an excited tone, being uncommonly helpful, "What?! What??
mpecho Sure, the bazaar for parts!"
emote cuts himself off then says after a long pause, "Yeah, Lady
mpecho Valarian's Despot.. Good luck!"
~
> give_prog jawa tax fraud receipt corpse~
em cries out and falls to his knees beside the body.
mpat 101 drop corpse
mpat 101 purge corpse
say Here.. Take the things that were my brothers.
mpwithdraw 200
give 200 credits $n
mpadvance $n 5 420
say That bastard Talmont!
say Kill him for me?! I'll give you all I have.
~
> give_prog head talmont~
say Kind spirit!
say You've done more good today than you realize!
mpat 101 drop head
mpat 101 purge head
mpwithdraw 650
em pushes a credstick on $n
give 650 credits $n
mpadvance $n 8 999
~
> greet_prog 15~
em mutters quietly to himself, "Taxes, taxes!"
em fixes his eyes on $n calculatingly
say Talmont! He's taken my brothers to be tried
say For tax fraud?!
em chitters piteously
~
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#252
lumbering ronto~
a gargantuan, lumbering Ronto~
A lumbering Ronto wades its way through the crowds, a pair of Jawas hanging onto its back and chittering commands.
~
Slowly lumbering its way down the path, this massive, saurian quadraped is
nothing more than a beast of burden to its miniscule, Jawa masters. While
this creature is monstrous in appearance it is surprisingly skittish
toward passing swoops.
~
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> greet_prog 9~
mpechoar $n A gargantuan, lumbering Ronto is startled by $n
mpechoaround $n passing by and jolts upright, leaving its
mpechoaround $n Jawa caretakers hanging by its halter leads.
mpechoat $n You startle a gargantuan, lumbering Ronto in
mpechoat $n passing and it jolts upright, leaving its Jawa
mpechoat $n owners hanging by its halter leads.
~
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#253
bloated askajian water vendor~
a bloated Askajian~
An Askajian, bloated from water intake stands here selling it drop by precious drop.
~
Standing behind a small, locked display counter full of duraplast bottles
full of crystal clear water. This bloated Askajian stands, arms folded
across his uppermost set of water bloated breasts. His skin is a dark
sandy color, well broiled by a long life beneath Tatooine's twin suns.
~
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> greet_prog 12~
emote mops the pools of sweat from his cheeks and neck.
~
> greet_prog 10~
emote spits a large green lunger out past the crowd.
~
> greet_prog 8~
emote pours a gallon of water out over his bare face and chest, absorbing
it quickly.
~
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#254
chalmut sallow porsine hutt~
a sallow, porsine Hutt~
A porsine, sallow skinned Hutt stands before his display of spirits.
~
Chalmut, the foul, sallow skinned Hutt is semi reposed on a weapons capable
swoop at the opening to a wide, adjoining room full of kegs and barrels, a
display of smaller bottles, opened and otherwise occupy a glass shelf for
samplers.
~
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#255
foul smelling whiphid barkeep~
a foul smelling Whiphid female~
A foul smelling Whiphid female hurries along the bar, serving patrons.
~
This old Whiphid's got her share and a half of battle scars and looks none
too pleasant to the untrained, non-whiphid perspective. She carries
herself with surprising grace, perhaps as a counterpoint to her
fly-drawing aroma.
~
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> greet_prog 100~
mpechoat $n >he sounds of one wild band blast you from the stage.
~
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#256
jawa trader~
a tiny, Jawa trader~
A tiny Jawa sits cross-legged on a mat, pushing his wares.
~
This small hunched figure's mat is depressingly bare of salvage yet he
continues to hawk what remains with high spirits and jovial chittering.
His reptillian like fingers protrude on occasion from his sleeves to catch
up a buy or hide something precious.
~
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#257
prefect talmont human~
a human man of middling height~
A human man of middling height sits behind his desk filing papers.
~
This short man, of middling height is buried in his paperwork and looking
none too happy about it. When he occasionally looks up it is to sneer at a
co-worker or reach for his foul smelling cigarettes.
~
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> death_prog 100~
mpoload 272
~
> speech_prog work~
emote glances up again, this time obviously irritated
emote cracks an unsettling grin
say Sure, son. I've got something jus' for you.
say Take them.. Receipts out to the sands and put
say 'em in a proper Sanddigger grave..
say And maybe.. I'll throw a cred or two your way.
em snickers malevolently and returns his attention to his
mpecho desk
drop corpse
~
> greet_prog 30~
say Yeah, yeah? Another Cred hunter?
em sneers at $n
say Well, if you want work, tell me, Smegma breath.
~
> speech_prog hello~
em glances up from his work to the source of his irritation.
say Yes? What?! I've got business, son. Scram!
~
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#258
lady valarian whiphid female impressive~
an impressive Whiphid female~
An impressive Whiphid female, Lady Valarian, sits behind her desk looking the picture of calm.
~
Here stands a old humanoid. He is dressed in sand colored robes and seems
wise. Looking here you can tell he is a Tusken Shaman. He doesn't seem
aggresive but can hold his own.
~
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> greet_prog 100~
em flutters her heavy lips, snorts and sits upright upon the lift's
mpecho noise.
mpechoat $n Lady Valarian thumbs her tusks briefly as she eyes you.
mpechoaround $n Lady Valarian thumbs her tusks briefly as she eyes
$n.
say Well, what do you want?
say Oh, of course.. Credits, Can you fight?
~
> speech_prog yes~
emote grumbles thoughtfully
say Alright, alright. Go deal with my janitor bot.
em grins jaggedly
say He seems to have had some programming malfunctions..
say The basement.
emote snickers, kicks her feet up on the desk and closes her eyes.
~
> give_prog capacitator blown~
say Hah, impressive.
say That piece of scrap's been ravaging my maintenance
say personnel population.
mpat 101 drop capacitator
mpat 101 purge capacitator
mpwithdraw 5
give 5 credits $n
mpadvance $n 3 777
em pushes a credstick on $n then waves a hand dismissively.
~
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#259
berserked janitor droid~
a janitor droid running rampant~
A janitor droid runs rampant through the cargo comparment.
~
~
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> death_prog 100~
mpoload 273
~
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#260
miniscule jawa merchant~
a miniscule Jawa merchant~
A miniscule Jawa sits atop a vending machine, selling the items it will not.
~
This tiny excuse for a biped calls himself a Jawa and chitters ceaselessly
about the virtues of his garbage - Claiming it all to be treasure. His
face is only denoted as a face by the glowing red eyes from within, for
all most could see would be the outer edges of his hood.
~
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256 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
#261
ortolan ommnibox player~
an Ortolan Ommnibox player~
An Ortolan is tranced out on stage as he plays the Ommnibox.
~
~
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#262
vertically challenged jawa kloo horn player~
a vertically challenged Jawa kloo horn player~
A vertically challenged Jawa wildly gyrates his hips as he plays the Kloo horn.
~
Quite uncommon, this Jawa - Unrobed, his scaly, furred little form exposed
to the world as he gyrates his hips and gets down wildly, Kloo horn
pressed to his lips.
~
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#263
gith gasan string drum player~
a gith gasan string drum player~
A Gith beats on his Gasan string drums expressionlesly.
~
This pale, bulb headed creature wails away on his string drums with a
fervor like one crazed on glitterstim or even worse.. Religion. His teeth
are small and sharp and his mouth is constantly open in a slack jawed,
dazed expression.
~
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#264
ASP droid~
an ASP droid~
An ASP droid silently minds a booth, perhaps too simple in programming to "advertise".
~
~
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#265
pasty skinned hutt bouncer~
a pasty, thick skinned Hutt bouncer~
A pasty, thick skinned Hutt acts as bouncer.
~
This Hutt, yet to gain the fat his race is so prone to take on in age is
rather imposing. His mouth gapes toothless but it is doubtful he would
have to chew on you. His skin is as tough as tire rubber.
~
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> greet_prog 100~
if ispc($n)
if clan($n) == The Empire
em lets out a deafening whistle.
mpasound a Hutt bouncers' deafening whistle can be heard.
else
if race($n) == Assassin Droid
say Yer kind ain't welcome here.
em shoves $n away from the door.
mpforce $n sw
else
if race($n) == Astromech Droid
say Yer kind ain't welcome here.
em shoves $n away from the door.
mpforce $n sw
else
if race($n) == Gladiator Droid
say Yer kind ain't welcome here.
em shoves $n away from the door.
mpforce $n sw
else
if race($n) == Interrogation Droid
say Yer kind ain't welcome here.
em shoves $n away from the door.
mpforce $n sw
else
if race($n) == Protocol Droid
say Yer kind ain't welcome here.
em shoves $n away from the door.
mpforce $n sw
endif
endif
endif
endif
endif
endif
endif
~
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#266
citizen of tatooine~
a male citizen of Tatooine~
A male citizen of Tatooine wanders the streets.
~
This man, a resident of Mos Eisley by appearance makes his way in silence
through the streets which are anything but. He carries a jug of water,
three quarters of the way empty, probably to be sold. His skin is dark and
tough as boot leather. And he carries himself like a farmer, in speech and
clothing.
~
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#267
greasy faced little concierge~
a greasy faced little concierge~
A greasy faced little man here acts as concierge for the casino.
~
~
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0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
> greet_prog 25~
say Oh, hello.
say Do you need a room?
say Also.. I suggest avoiding the penthouse today
say The Lady Valarian is in quite an uproar.
~
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#268
tatooine citizen female~
a female citizen of Tatooine~
A female citizen of Tatooine wanders the streets.
~
This young woman, while a little water starved is what some would deem
attractive, with her dun colored skin and clear blue eyes that speak to
great quantities of spice consumption. She wanders the streets, comlink in
hand all but dead to the world.
~
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#269
sandtrooper imperial customs watch~
an Imperial sandtrooper acting as a customs watch~
An Imperial sandtrooper stands here checking for contraband.
~
This old sandtrooper's armor is worn damn near to the cloth in places but
he carries himself like a man who knows his business - Killing. He gruffly
stops all who pass and attempts to rustle them for weapons arbitrarily and
seeming amused by his task.
~
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256 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
#270
slight human pale~
a slight, pale man~
A slight, pale man wanders the streets, his duster seeming a little overstuffed.
~
~
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#271
shopkeeper~
a newly created shopkeeper~
A shopkeeper is here selling items
~
~
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#272
shopkeeper~
a newly created shopkeeper~
Some god abandoned a newly created shopkeeper here.
~
~
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#273
shop keeper~
a newly created shop keeper~
Some god abandoned a newly created shop keeper here.
~
~
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10 10 10 10 10 10 10
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#277
owen~
a newly created owen~
Some god abandoned a newly created owen here.
~
~
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10 10 10 10 10 10 10
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#278
shopkeeper~
a newly created shopkeeper~
Some god abandoned a newly created shopkeeper here.
~
~
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0 0
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10 10 10 10 10 10 10
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#290
guar~
&zThe Royal Guard~
&zThe Royal Guard Stands here..
~
~
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> all_greet_prog 100~
if clan($n) == Royals
smile $n
mpechoat $n The Guard says, "Access Granted!"
else
mpechoat $n A guard forces you to sit
mpechoat $n A guard scans you for weapons!
mpechoat $n A guard pulls you up!
mpechoat $n The Guars says, "Get out! You're no Royal!"
mpforce $n up
endif
~
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#291
toydarian pawn owner~
a Toydarian pawn shop owner~
A Toydarian stands hunched over a back counter, tinkering away, unprotected on a hand grenade.
~
~
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> rand_prog 30~
em drops a few creds into a coin safe
mpdeposit 100
~
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#292
blahprogmob~
~
~
~
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> act_prog p digging...~
~
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#293
athletic defel~
an athletic Defel youngling~
A distortion of light in the dim hall breathes shallowly.
~
~
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0 0 0 0 0
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256 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
> fight_prog 15~
set full
say Die, Son of a Grannish Whore!
mea $r A Defel rears back and strikes you with a left.
mer $r A Defel rears back and strikes $r with a left.
mpdamage $r 25
~
> death_prog 100~
mpat 101 drop sliver
mpat 101 mppurge
~
> rand_prog 20~
mpdeposit 400
~
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#294
salvage engineer~
a tiny grease spot of an engineer~
A tiny grease spot of an engineer sorts through a heap and mutters.
~
~
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#450
hi_mob ~
a newly created hi_mob ~
Some god abandoned a newly created hi_mob here.
~
~
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10 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 1 1 0
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#0
#OBJECTS
#250
low_obj~
a low_obj~
A low_obj is here.~
~
13 0 0
0 0 0 0
1 0 0
#251
abandoned x-wing~
an abandoned X-wing fighter~
A rusty old relic of an abandoned X-wing lies here on its side.~
~
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1000 0 0
E
abandoned x-wing~
Lying here with its dejected looking hull half buried in the red sand, what
remains above ground and untouched by the Jawa looks to be frequently used
as a parking stop for drunken hover craft and swoop owners. The hatch
hangs open a few inches and the soil around is loose, perhaps one with
thin fingers could explore its innards.
~
E
abandoned x-wing~
Lying here, half buried in the red sands this worn old X wing appears to
have
been used as a parking stop for many swoops and small carriers. Its hatch
is
partially open and the sand around is loose. One with thin hands might be
able
to reach inside.
~
#252
ragged space charts~
a ragged, time worn chart of stellar maps~
A ragged space charts is here.~
~
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E
ragged space charts~
Lying rumpled up here is a pamphlet if clear plastic sheets, displaying the
various nearby planetary systems. It reads: Coruscant -345 -987 1562 Yavin
IV 4000 4000 4000
~
E
back~
turning the pamphlet over it displays a faded yet readable map, that would
lead one due west, past the needle spire, through the tusken canyons and
into the very heart of the dune sea with some vague drawings of jewels or
pearls.
~
#253
oz ounce water~
a tiny paper cup~
An ounce of water in a tiny paper cup.~
~
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1 20 2
#254
collapsable shovel~
a collapsable shovel~
A collapsable, durasteel shovel lies here.~
~
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0 0 0 0
1 311 31
#255
jawa tax fraud receipt corpse~
a decaying Jawa corpse~
A decaying Jawa corpse here acts as an Imperial tax "receipt"~
~
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1 0 0
#256
blown capacitator~
a blown capacitator~
A capacitator lies here, hanging wires.~
~
13 8192 1
0 0 0 0
1 0 0
#257
sallustan gut buster shot~
a shot of Sallustan gut buster~
A shot of Sallustan gut buster bubbles on its own accord.~
~
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#258
chalmut's secret sauce keg~
a keg of Chalmut's secret sauce~
A keg of Chalmut's secret sauce stews here, smelling particularly foul.~
~
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1 180 18
#259
sallustan gut buster keg~
a keg of Sallustan gut buster~
A keg of Sallustan gut buster sits here in a container made clearly of recycled duraplast.~
~
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#260
kawokian gin keg~
A Kawokian Keg~
A large keg sits here, seems to be filled with some sort of alcohol.~
~
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0 14 8 0
1 330 33
#261
pressure catch~
a pressure catch~
A pressure catch is here.~
~
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> push_prog 100~
mpecho A loud click is heard from behind the bar, its surface
mpecho tilts precariously and dumps all the drinks into a
mpecho trough then a few gruff droids relieve everyone in the
mpecho room of their drinks, drugs and other delicacies.
mpforce all give shot whiphid
mpforce all give shot whiphid
mpforce all give spice whiphid
mpat 450 drop all
mpat 450 purge
~
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#264
battered duraplast shin guards~
a pair of battered duraplast shinguards~
A pile of tired looking duraplast lies here.~
~
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battered duraplast shin guards~
These well used old shin guards actually cover a good deal of the leg
and
bear a small sheath, behind the knee on each. The duraplast itself is a
dull grey and entirely unextraordinary.
~
#265
beaten hyperterminal board~
a beaten hyperterminal board~
A beaten hyperterminal board is here.~
~
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1 0 0
#266
dun colored grenade~
a dun colored grenade~
A dun colored grenade blends in nicely with the sand.~
~
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#267
floor plan~
a floor plan~
A floor plan is tacked to the duraplast wall.~
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&G[&z-1&G -&z -6&G]&z Resident Homes
&G[&z-7&G]&z Rehydration Facilities
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&G[&z-9&G]&z Security
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#268
toilet lever~
a lever to flush the ceramic toilet~
A ceramic toilet sits here overflowing and smelling none too pleasant, dare you flush?~
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mpecho The toilet gurgles a few times ominously then,
mpecho The wall panel behind it rotates to its side.
mpecho Revealing a passage temporarily for $n.
mpat 340 mptransfer $n
mpat 279 pull toilet
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#269
desert ration~
a desert ration~
A small, duraplast ration container.~
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#270
sand goggles~
a pair of sand goggles~
A pair of beaten, gritty sand goggles.~
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#271
durafiber dustcloak~
a durafiber dustcloak~
A loose, durafiber dustcloak helps to ward the heat.~
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#272
head talmont~
Talmont's head~
Talmont's head lies here, smirk gone from his cold, dead lips.~
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#273
capacitator blown~
a blown capacitator~
A capacitator lies here, sizzling and leaking solder.~
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#274
crumbling dun spice bindle~
a wad of crumbling, dun hued spice~
A brown paper bindle lies on the floor, probably thrown by some junkie.~
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1 400 40
#275
chalmut's secret sauce shot~
a short of Chalmut's secret sauce~
A shot of Chalmut's secret sauce sits here smelling foul.~
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#276
kawokian gin shot~
a shot of Kawokian gin~
A shot of Kawokian gin stews here~
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#277
gaderffii gaffi stick~
razor sharp gaffi~
A gaderffii lies here looking quite lethal.~
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#278
sporting blaster~
a sporting blaster~
A sporting blaster is here.~
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#279
tiny behind ear comlink~
a tiny behind ear comlink~
A tiny behind ear comlink is here.~
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#280
toll fountain~
a toll fountain~
A durasteel toll-fountain is firmly attached to the wall.~
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mpechoat $n You drop a coin into the slot and take a short drink.
mer $n $n drops a coin into the fountain's slot and takes a drink.
mprestore $n 1
mpforce $n drop 5 credits
mppurge cred
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#281
tired looking bowcaster~
a tired looking bowcaster~
An old bowcaster lies here forgotten.~
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#282
beryl colored crystal~
a beryl hued crystal~
A beryl hued chunk of crystal lies here, unrecognizable.~
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#284
worn looking wookiee bowcaster~
a worn looking bowcaster~
A worn looking bowcaster sits here looking smugly lethal.~
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bowcaster~
This piece of Wookiee machinery, while a bit dusty and certainly
out of use for a while has the capability to quite lethal and
that message, if any is written all over its blue durasteel and
actual wood surfaces.
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#285
restraining bolt~
a restraining bolt~
A restraining bolt is here.~
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#286
utilitarian remote~
a utilitarian remote~
A utilitarian remote is here.~
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#287
slivergun organic tissue~
a slivergun composed of organic tissue~
A slivergun composed of organic tissue lies here.~
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#288
chunk unformed duraplast~
a chunk of unformed duraplast~
An unformed chunk for duraplast lies here, collecting dust.~
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#289
antiquated ceramic superconductor~
an antiquated ceramic superconductor~
An antiquated ceramic superconductor lies dormant.~
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71 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 4 0
#290
chunk unformed durasteel~
a chunk of unformed durasteel~
A chunk of unformed durasteel lies here, collecting dust.~
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67 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 4 0
#291
carbonized vial black chemicals~
a carbonized vial of black chemical~
A carbonized vial bubbles quietly to itself.~
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1 12 1
#292
scrap metal~
a bit of scrap metal~
A bit of scrap metal is unusually pliant and malleable.~
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75 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 30 3
#293
miniature invex lens~
a miniature invex lens~
A miniature, invex lens sits here distorting light to its own ends.~
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62 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 4 0
#294
blast furnace~
a portable blast furnace~
A portable blast furnace sits here radiating heat.~
~
68 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 24 2
#295
toolkit basic~
a basic toolkit~
A basic toolkit is spread out on the ground, its rusty innards exposed for all.~
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66 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 15 1
#296
macro-circuit board~
a macro-circuit board~
A macro-circuit board lies dormant.~
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0 0 0 0
1 5 0
#297
battery cell industrial~
an industrial power cell~
An industrial power cell sits here, amped.~
~
65 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 0 0
#298
bit sandcloth~
a bit of sandcloth~
A bit of sandcloth lies here.~
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74 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 4 0
#299
hand held sewing machine~
a hand held sewing machine~
A hand held sewing machine is here.~
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77 0 1
0 0 0 0
1 15 1
#300
smut mag magazine~
a smut mag magazine~
A smut mag magazine is here.~
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hi_obj~
a hi_obj~
A hi_obj is here.~
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#250
Giant, Wind Torn Clearing~
This wide open gravel lot acts as a go between landing pad for smaller
ships with their payloads of smuggled goods and armed-to-the-teeth bounty
hunters. Skirting your vision in all directions except due west hazy red
mesas, mountains and jagged spires of stone make themselves roughly
visible on the skyline. Northward a trail of pilots turned pedestrian
stream in and out of the sprawling city of Mos Eisley to do their night's
injustice or, coming the other direction to escape retribution. The air is
filled with swirling red, gritty and near opaque silt as the occasional
hum and whine of an engine booster shakes this dust bowl.
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#251
On the Outskirts of Mos Eisley~
Sandwiched between two slowly graduating conical towers of aerodynamic
design the foot traffic milling between the ship-filled clearing to the
south and the packed streets northward the press of the crowd is
oppressive. The sweet, sour smell of Bantha dung taints the clouds of
spice reaking smoke that drift occasionaly past. The small hooded figures
of the Jawa slip in and out of the crowd of "tourists" from the space port
on their unguessable, individual intents. The cries of good old fashioned
hawkers compete with mechanical voices spit out over encased speakers at
the sides of merchandise stands covered in blinking lights northward.
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#252
A Shallow Rut of a Path - At the edge of a Bazaar~
This path, while devoid of the pomp and frivolous wealth of those perusing
Slavers' way to the west but the Jawa population seems to have tripled.
The small furry creatures scurry past with rodent like claws filled with
electrical components or salvage. The Bazaar eastward looks like a
low-tech engineers' fantasy, sporting a wide range of goodies that only a
tech-head could love. This path is nothing more than a rut dug into the
red silt ground by ages of pedestrian traffic.
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#253
The Beginnings of a Long, Bustling Road~
The foot traffic collides in this intersection and seems to roll back on
itself like the tides of a human sea. All bedecked with neon obscenities,
flahbulb fantasies and the glinting coin slots. The rich, as one of the
few constants in the galaxy seem nonplussed by the general state of
poverty and hold their noses up high on the way to the nearest dealer in
frivolty along the road northward. Huge, slathering Hutts make their way
past on low flying swoops or meander along through the slavers' markets
and auctioning blocks. Off in the distance to the west the outline of an
old cargo ship dry-docked and abandoned on its side scars the already
unimpressive cityscape. Along a thinning trail to the east commoners of
all walks of life make their way into a small, out of the way bazaar.
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#254
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. West the walls of the towering sandstone
buildings give way slightly and leave a stretch of rutted path to adjoin
with the main road near the hover lot southward.
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#255
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but west and northeast, where brief respites
show between them.
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D1
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0 -1 256 0
D3
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0 -1 254 0
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#256
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but west and north, where brief respites show
between them.
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0 -1 259 0
D1
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0 -1 257 0
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0 -1 255 0
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#257
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but west and northwest, where brief respites
show between them.
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0 -1 258 0
D1
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D2
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#258
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest and northwest, where brief
respites show between them.
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0 -1 265 0
D2
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0 -1 257 0
D3
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0 -1 259 0
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#259
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest and off to the north, where brief
respites show between them.
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0 -1 260 0
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#260
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest and northeast, where brief
respites show between them.
~
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0 -1 263 0
D1
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0 -1 259 0
D2
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0 -1 255 0
D3
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0 -1 261 0
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#261
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest, where a brief respite shows
between them.
~
0 0 1 0 0 0 32040
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~
0 -1 262 0
D1
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0 -1 260 0
D2
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R G 1 254 1
S
#262
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest, where a brief respite shows
between them.
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D2
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#263
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest and off to the northeast, where a
brief respites show between them.
~
0 0 1 0 0 0 32040
D1
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~
0 -1 264 0
D2
~
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0 -1 260 0
D3
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0 -1 262 0
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#264
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Northward the shabby carts and and
stands give a blocky white duraplast sided building a wide girth. The
building while totally unimpressive seems to house something the Jawa
dislike, to say the least.
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D1
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0 -1 265 0
D2
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0 -1 259 0
D3
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0 -1 263 0
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#265
An Overpopulated Traders' Bazaar~
This Bazaar is almost exclusively the racket of the Jawa judging by their
huddled forms everywhere, on plain wood stands filled with all manners of
technical equipment. Sandcloth tarps hung between the buildings overhead
keep the sun from blistering those perusing the wares as well as holding
back the buffeting wind and sand. Tall, aerodynamic buildings scrape the
skyline in all directions but southwest and northwest, where brief
respites show between them.
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0 0 1 0 0 0 32040
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0 -1 258 0
D3
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0 -1 264 0
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#266
Before the Imperial Garrison~
Saddled in between a forest of buildings larger than itself on all but one
side, this garrison seems shabby but not without malice - Born beside the
door: An Imperial emblem is displayed on blackened durasteel, a meter in
diameter. There does not seem to be an overly militaristic presence in
this building, excluding the occasional stormtrooper passing by, it is a
place of political focus, filled with clerks and protocol droids. The Jawa
market opens up to the south looking more like a scrap heap than not.
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#267
A Cluttered, Imperial Garrison Office~
Standing inside this giant cubicle of a work space for Imperial
desk-jockeys, an overwhelming hum of activity comes to those with audial
enhancement: Data banks hum gently to themselves on long rows, covering
each wall. The floors and siding are all done in a standard white
duraplast, looking a little run down and even sagging in places. There are
multiple weapon racks and cots to be seen through a small portal into a
back room.
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#268
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. To the west a small, offset circle between two
towers acts as a temporary shelter for what seems to be a water
dispensary. Further to the west, and a bit north a dry-docked freighter
abandoned on its side scars the cityscape while northward this circus of
mechanical market influence trails off as far as the eye can see.
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#269
An Intersection on Slavers'~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This intersection between the short B'Omarr Lane
and Slavers' Way is packed regardless of the hour, almost without
exception. West the thin lane cramped with with gamblers, alcoholics and
sex maniacs heading toward the freighter in the distance, which, judging
at this distance could only be a casino. Off in a crook of the road a
milling crowd of the big losers and chain smoking bounty hunters loiter in
front of a place of business which proclaims itself, "The Cantina"
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D3
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0 -1 281 0
D6
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D7
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0 -1 280 0
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#270
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This stretch of the way northward seems almost
solely dedicated to preparing those impulse buyers who pass by before the
sands. Southward is an absolutely packed intersection, the Jawa street
tags reading Slavers' and B'omarr.
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#271
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This stretch of the way northward seems almost
solely dedicated to preparing those impulse buyers who pass by before the
sands.
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0 -1 272 0
D1
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D2
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0 -1 270 0
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#272
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This stretch of the way northward seems almost
solely dedicated to preparing those impulse buyers who pass by before the
sands.
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0 -1 273 0
D2
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0 -1 271 0
R M 0 264 1 272
R G 1 269 1
R G 1 271 1
R G 1 270 1
R G 1 277 1
R M 0 266 8 272
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#273
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This stretch of the way northward seems almost
solely dedicated to preparing those impulse buyers who pass by before the
sands.
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#274
Slavers' Way~
This road, aptly dubbed by the Huttese, Slavers' way in a time forgotten by
most of the residents is a straight shot north through Mos Eisley. The
poverty which this city seemed so infused with at it's outskirts is
completely out of sight here, hidden by giant red towers and on a more
personal level - Mechanical vendors of every make and model, extending
from plastic display racks and squabbling amongst each other for the
attention of passers-by. This stretch of the way northward seems almost
solely dedicated to preparing those impulse buyers who pass by before the
sands.
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#275
In Line at the Water Vendor~
This small cul-de-sac slices itself a piece of the pie that is the crammed
together occupants of Slavers' way eastward. Some thoughtful citizen had
the presence of mind to lock away a few gallons of the lifeblood of all
living things, water - in a clear, duraplast wraparound case. The soil is
rocky and bits of glass scatter it. There is an almost ceaseless line
before the water vendor.
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#276
The Dimly Lit Cantina Entrance~
This small entryway, cut into the side of the Cantina in a half circle of
red stone gives sitting room on a stone shelf for about twenty. But dozens
upon dozens of all races stand about, smoking or using inhalant tubes,
spice pipes and some of those Hutt's with the more deplorable tastes in
victuals and less influence (anything goes with enough cred) loaf about
eating live animals and drinking glasses with eyeballs or the sort
drifting about inside. The few droids who make the attempt to shoulder or
roll their ways through the crowd are quickly and silently expelled.
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#277
At a Sprawling Bar, Before the Stage~
The focal point of this section of this tavern is of course the sprawling,
high polish durasteel bar. A few of the patrons whom are still capable of
vertical motion are trying their hand at dancing before the stage, looking
like a bunch of drunken, tone deaf zombies for the most part. While the
more prudent customers, not seeing fit to waste their time encircle the
bartender or, as an order of business - in the apalling line before the
restroom of in a corner to the southwest.
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R G 1 276 1
R G 1 275 1
R G 1 257 1
R D 0 277 9 0
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#278
A Stage, Set Above the Noisy Crowd~
This worn looking bar sits a solid two meters above the bar's dance floor
It's durasteel surface has been worn down over generations of dancers
pounding away on its slicked surface. The stage is dimly lit and smoky,
being elevated to the rest of the bar. Most of the patrons seem jaded to
the band's presence and watch either not at all or with a glazed, "Wish I
were doing something else" look.
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R M 0 263 1 278
R M 0 262 1 278
R M 0 261 1 278
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#279
A Filthy Restroom~
The white tile walls in this cold, one man bathroom would appear seamless
besides a mildew line tracing the wall behind the toilet as if moisture's
slowly wept through. An open shudder, ill concealing type door opens back
on the tavern main while your surroundings press in a bit just to
emphasise their grotesque nature, maggots squirm their way through half
eaten sandwiches and unidentifiable feces while cigarette butts of all the
rainbow's colors lend to the aroma. Finger nail clippings and flesh
residue, chewing gum and splattered bits of rust brown paint.. Blood? Tiny
flecks of the rust red blood trace across the ceiling, probably from some
stim junkie tying off.
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1 -1 277 0
R M 0 266 8 279
R O 0 268 1 279
R D 0 279 6 0
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#280
Chalmut's Spirits~
This tiny, red stone building is conical in shape, wide open on the inside
and well toward the inverted point of a ceiling. Dusty red carpet exposes
in large patches the bare stone floors beneath to any customers able to
see past their liquor bottle. Grim looking aliens of a multitude stand in
line for the distillery, trailing even out the door where more patrons are
insurgent from the intersection on the Slavers' to the southeast.
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R G 1 260 1
R G 1 259 1
R G 1 258 1
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#281
B'Omarr Lane~
This short lane curves disastrously between the nearby towers. And houses
only the most depraved low lifes stumbling off from the freighter to the
west. For every dozen passers by to the east, falling down or playing grab
ass with Askajian prostitutes - Three neatly dressed, pressed, combed and
shaved pilots or business men make their way jerkily west. Nearby to the
west a crowd of loiterers mark the Lucky Despots entrance and off a short
ways to the east the press and audial hum of Slavers' way infiltrates even
this urban forest.
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#282
B'Omarr Lane~
This short lane curves disastrously between the nearby towers. And houses
only the most depraved low lifes stumbling off from the freighter to the
west. For every dozen passers by to the east, falling down or playing grab
ass with Askajian prostitutes - Three neatly dressed, pressed, combed and
shaved pilots or business men make their way jerkily west. Nearby to the
west a crowd of loiterers mark the Lucky Despots entrance and off a short
ways to the east the press and audial hum of Slavers' way infiltrates even
this urban forest.
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#283
B'Omarr Lane - At the Foot of a Drydocked Freighter~
B'omarr lane, as this small cut over path between Slavers' and the massive
eyesore of a cargo freighter lain on its side in the red sands southward
has been dubbed. Named after an order of monks rumoured to inhabit this
rock by the land developers who've long since gave up the monks' task.
"The Lucky Despot" proclaims a four meter tall sign filled with blinking
red bulbs on the ship's hull. A small facade has been built onto the side
of the Despot's entrance, all red, stubbly carpeting and faux gold paint.
Faded red, artificial velvet ropes guide the patrons in and out of the
despots tiny entrance, herding them into easy reach of those collecting
door fees as well as leading directly past the array of digital slot
machines inside.
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#284
The Lucky Despot's Entryway~
Through the facade the real nature of the casino makes itself apparent. Not
through the various gambling machines, prostitutes or dealers which, all
scream their various occupation. But by the massive bulkhead showing from
the inside. This whole chamber is the cargo deck on the freighter, covered
in faux gold paint and loose woven shag carpet. A good distance off
through the crowds to the southwest a consierge's desk is apparent while
to the north door fees are charged and the line proceeds inward like some
multisplined, armored back insectoid.
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#285
The Lucky Despot - Casino~
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#286
The Lucky Despot - Casino~
This massive, gilt and carpeted room is nothing more than the cargo
compartment on an old freighter. Packed with drunks, gamblers and whores,
the only contenders in this rat race who seem to be turning a profit are
the coin guzzling slot machines. Large Whiphid's in pressed suits wanders
about trying to look inconspicuous as they survey business and make sure
noone does _too_ much winning. Off to the southwest the concsierge's desk
is apparent while the bulkhead lies northwest. This massive, gilt and
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#287
The Lucky Despot - Casino~
This massive, gilt and carpeted room is nothing more than the cargo
compartment on an old freighter. Packed with drunks, gamblers and whores,
the only contenders in this rat race who seem to be turning a profit are
the coin guzzling slot machines. Large Whiphid's in pressed suits wanders
about trying to look inconspicuous as they survey business and make sure
noone does _too_ much winning. Off to the south the concsierge's desk is
apparent while the bulkhead lies northeast.
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R M 0 266 8 287
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#288
The Lucky Despot - Casino~
This massive, gilt and carpeted room is nothing more than the cargo
compartment on an old freighter. Packed with drunks, gamblers and whores,
the only contenders in this rat race who seem to be turning a profit are
the coin guzzling slot machines. Large Whiphid's in pressed suits wanders
about trying to look inconspicuous as they survey business and make sure
noone does _too_ much winning. Off to the southwest the concsierge's desk
is apparent while the bulkhead lies north.
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D1
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#289
The Lucky Despot - Casino~
This massive, gilt and carpeted room is nothing more than the cargo
compartment on an old freighter. Packed with drunks, gamblers and whores,
the only contenders in this rat race who seem to be turning a profit are
the coin guzzling slot machines. Large Whiphid's in pressed suits wanders
about trying to look inconspicuous as they survey business and make sure
noone does _too_ much winning. Off to the southwest the concsierge's desk
is apparent while the bulkhead lies northwest.
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D3
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#290
By the Concierge and Lifts~
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D2
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R M 0 267 1 290
R O 0 265 1 290
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#291
Inside an Antiquated Lift~
This old, faux gold finished lift has a genuine steel grating salvaged from
some nearly prehistoric time. There is a panel of buttons controlling the
lift yet they are all cemented in place and replaced with a more up to
date voice recognition system. The carpet is worn to the point of being
pointless from the countless creatures to wander over it.
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> speech_prog 1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Ground Floor. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 290
mpat 290 mpforce $n l
mpat 290 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog -1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Basement. Please step off.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 292
mpat 292 mer $n $n get off of the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog 2~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Level 2. Please step off.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 293
mpat 293 mer $n $n get off of the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog penthouse~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Penthouse. Please step off.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 301
mpat 301 mer $n $n get off of the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog basement~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Basement. Please step off.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 292
mpat 292 mer $n $n get off of the turbolift.
~
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#292
The Arid, Unfinished Innards of the Freighter~
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R M 0 259 1 292
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#293
A Long, Carpeted Hall~
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#294
A long, Carpeted Hall~
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#295
A long, Carpeted Hall~
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#296
A long, Carpeted Hall~
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D3
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0 -1 295 0
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#297
A Cramped, Hot, Economy Suite~
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#298
A Cramped, Hot, Economy Suite~
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#299
A Cramped, Hot, Economy Suite~
~
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~
0 -1 294 0
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#300
A Cramped, Hot, Economy Suite~
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0 -1 294 0
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#301
Lucky Despot - Penthouse~
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D2
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0 -1 291 0
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#302
Lucky Despot - Penthouse~
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0 -1 301 0
R M 0 258 1 302
S
#303
A Cramped, Hole in the Wall Arcade~
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#304
Floating in a void~
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#305
Floating in a void~
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#306
Floating in a void~
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#307
Floating in a void~
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#308
Floating in a void~
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#309
Floating in a void~
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#310
Twin Towers Apartment Complex~
These towers actually act as an odd sort of paradox in terms, not to
mention architectural design. Sure, one could argue that a tower built ten
stories into the ground is less appealing than one above but the designers
of this misgnomer were not entirely unfounded in their ideas, it is one of
the oldest buildings on Mos Eisley, untouched by the savage wind swept
sands and stray blaster fire that so love to frequent this province. This
one, above ground floor is more like a bunker than an apartment complex's
entrance and acts only to syphon off the inflow of traffic to the
turbolifts at the ends of each fork in the hall.
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#311
Twin Towers Apartments - Before the Lifts~
This short, utilitiarian stint of hallway runs between the fork in the
halls immediately to the southwest to and to an abrupt end at a pair of
durasteel turbolift doors. Duraplast reinforced concrete rings out beneath
the feet of passers-by in an almost anticlimactic thud while the lifts hum
quietly as they go about their business of transportation.
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#312
Twin Towers Apartments - Before the Lifts~
This short, utilitiarian stint of hallway runs between the fork in the
halls immediately to the northwest and to an abrupt end at a pair of
durasteel turbolift doors. Duraplast reinforced concrete rings out beneath
the feet of passers-by in an almost anticlimactic thud while the lifts hum
quietly as they go about their business of transportation.
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D7
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#313
A Gut Wrenching Turbolift~
This utilitarian box of a turbolift has a very simple function and performs
it with no second guessing or discussion, up or down. A microphone
(running indepently of the lift's processor's it would have you know if
its ego were properly developed) Will relay the vocal commands of any
occupants with relative ease and in a timely fashion, no less - To the
turbolift. In english? Say the name of the floor you wish to visit and
give thanks to the system which created such a simple piece of equipment.
~
0 4 1 0 0 0 32040
R O 0 267 1 313
> speech_prog -1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Housing -1. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 324
mpat 324 mpforce $n l
mpat 324 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog 1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Ground Floor. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 312
mpat 312 mpforce $n l
mpat 312 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog -7~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Rehydration. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 342
mpat 342 mpforce $n l
mpat 342 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
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#314
A Gut Wrenching Turbo Lift~
This utilitarian box of a turbolift has a very simple function and performs
it with no second guessing or discussion, up or down. A microphone
(running indepently of the lift's processor's it would have you know if
its ego were properly developed) Will relay the vocal commands of any
occupants with relative ease and in a timely fashion, no less - To the
turbolift. In english? Say the name of the floor you wish to visit and
give thanks to the system which created such a simple piece of equipment.
~
0 4 1 0 0 0 32040
R O 0 267 1 314
> speech_prog 1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Ground Floor. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 311
mpat 311 mpforce $n l
mpat 311 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog -1~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Housing, -1. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 315
mpat 315 mpforce $n l
mpat 315 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
> speech_prog -7~
mpecho The turbolift shakes slightly as it begins moving.
mpecho The turbolift slowly comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
mpecho An electronic voice says: 'Rehydration. Watch your step.'
mpechoat $n You step out of the turbolift.
mpechoaround $n $n steps out of the turbolift.
mptransfer $n 342
mpat 342 mpforce $n l
mpat 342 mer $n $n gets off the turbolift.
~
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#315
A Sterile Hall~
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#316
A Sterile Hall~
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D1
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#317
Mos Eisley's Bank and Trust~
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0 -1 270 0
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#318
A Sterile Hall~
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0 -1 319 0
D3
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0 -1 316 0
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#319
A Sterile Hall~
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0 -1 320 0
D3
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0 -1 318 0
R M 0 293 1 319
R E 1 287 1 16
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#320
A Sterile Hall~
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D1
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D2
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D3
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#321
A Sterile Hall~
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D3
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#322
A Sterile Hall~
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D1
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D2
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#323
A Sterile Hall~
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D3
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#324
A Sterile Hall~
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D3
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0 -1 313 0
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#325
A Vacant Apartment~
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#326
The Black Pawn~
This tiny shop is stuffed to capacity with a wild collection of guns,
drugs, blades and car parts - It's a wonder this Toydarian keeps his life
of crime so well beneath the Imperial's nose. One with keen eyes could see
the garrison from the front door yet he is entirely unperturbed. The smell
of cordite and rocket fuel, singed plasma bolts and magnetic radiation,
heated metal all fill the air like a foul incense. Back to the west the
Jawa market opens up with all it's wonders.
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D3
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0 -1 257 0
R M 0 291 1 326
R G 1 284 1
R G 1 299 1
R G 1 298 1
R G 1 4508 1
S
#327
A Vacant Apartment~
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#328
A Vacant Apartment~
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D3
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0 -1 320 0
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#329
A Vacant Apartment~
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D1
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0 -1 320 0
S
#330
A Vacant Apartment~
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D2
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0 -1 322 0
S
#331
A Vacant Apartment~
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0 -1 322 0
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#332
Floating in a void~
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#333
Floating in a void~
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#334
Floating in a void~
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#335
Floating in a void~
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#336
Floating in a void~
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#337
Floating in a void~
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#338
A Nearly Abandoned Motor Pool~
This tiny, out of the way motor pool is offered meager protection from the
desert winds by barricades built of duraplast barrels woven between
stakes. Gritty red sand piles up in miniature dunes, making a good attempt
at burying everything here as the sand pours in over the barricades in a
slow hourglass. Most of the ships and vehicles parked around look to have
been salvaged although a few ATV's and rusting droids have been spared by
the yard owner for auction. Off to the west the duraplast walls open up on
a giant clearing, bustling with activity of all sorts.
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Floating in a void~
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A Cramped R2 Compartment~
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A Sterile Hall~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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A Hole in the Wall Workshop~
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The Back Lot~
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The Galactic Mail Center~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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Floating in a void~
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Last room~
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#SHOPS
253 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a bloated Askajian
254 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a sallow, porsine Hutt
255 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a foul smelling Whiphid female
256 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a tiny, Jawa trader
260 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a miniscule Jawa merchant
261 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; an Ortolan Ommnibox player
264 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; an ASP droid
265 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a pasty, thick skinned Hutt bouncer
266 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a male citizen of Tatooine
268 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a female citizen of Tatooine
269 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; an Imperial sandtrooper acting as a customs watch
270 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a slight, pale man
271 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a newly created shopkeeper
272 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a newly created shopkeeper
273 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a newly created shop keeper
278 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a newly created shopkeeper
291 9 78 57 5 78 90 15 6 21 ; a Toydarian pawn shop owner
294 0 0 0 0 0 120 90 0 23 ; a tiny grease spot of an engineer
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#SPECIALS
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M 269 spec_customs_weapons
M 293 spec_thief
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#$