Hot....

Hapes didn't know the meaning of hot.... this.... this was excruciating. Desert sands, corse and parched kicked up around the glimmering polished-grey metal of the ship as it landed within the crater-like docking bay on Tattooine, it's engines puring as they slowly shut down, the ship landing with a gentle thud.

"Welcome to Tattooine, Senator..." the Captain chuckled, bending down to avoid the low handing metallic roof of the ship. "We'll have your Pod Racer unloaded before dark."

Talis nodded his head, sipping a crystalline glass of red wine, imported from the Naboo system, quite a distance away from Hapes, but a mere skip from Tattooine. Perhaps he'd stop by after the races, and visit a few old friends.

"Thank you, Captain." he said with a brief nod, stepping down the lowering docking ramp. "See to it that it doesn't get too dirty. I want it looking it's best for next week's race."

"Sure thing, Senator."

He took a deep breath of the foul, hot air as he stepped off of the ship, choking back the urge to vomit at the smell of Bantha sweat.

So this....was Tattooine...