"The small dusty enclave is a testament of a being's will to survive. Mos Zuba sits on the remote outskirts of a planet that is itself on the edge of the galaxy.
The dusty neutral surfaces of the oddly-shaped duracrete domes and primitive clay brick buildings are offset by the occasional outcropping of technology. Perhaps a signal tower or moisture station or data hub would sprout from the sand and dust.
At the south end of the town is a large, open and abandoned spaceport with a derelict warehouse attached to it. A symbol of a bygone era when corporation's newly commissioned mining expeditions would land their crafts and unload expensive gear and expensive employees infusing the town with much needed credits. Locals refer to it as the Spacer's Denizen now, as it is sometimes occupied by mysterious and rough-looking characters. Some speculated are pirates.
The north end of town is dotted with small shops, an open plaza and marketplace as well as an abandoned government building that would also occasionally house cronies of Gardulla the Hutt.
The Oasis was at the center of town. A modest cantina tending to the needs of the local townsfolk while serving as it's main source of information. Ironically named, it is perhaps the most thriving element of the area. A welcome respite for most who needed a break from the misgivings of a somewhat hostile planet. The proprietor, Bella Cuna, an Aqualish, somehow managed to keep the town going with the aid of his friend Boon, a wookie, seated as usual at the end of the bar.
Just east of the Oasis was the "Mad Zabrak's" Speeder shop as he was called. "Patchjobs" is what Bella would call them before the Zabrak would slam down his drink and threaten to fight him to the death.
Southwest of the Oasis is "Uncle" Osslo's place. A basic junk and spare parts store. He is passionate about his work and enjoys restoring droids when not tending to the customer's needs.
Mos Zuba was a remnant. A town of spares...spare parts, sparse opportunities, and spare people.
I rolled in here on a Czerka transport long ago and never left. Not because no one wanted my company or help mind you, I just found that it was a perfect place to raise a family, ah ha ha ha," the intrusive Sullustan's shoulders would move up and down with his annoying laugh as he tried to befriend the newcomers at a large round table surrounded almost entirely by a booth. The Sullustan was ugly, even for a Sullustan. He learned that the newest arrivals were from a Correllian mining corporation, surveyor's to be exact. So did the rest of the ten or twelve beings inside the Oasis.
A female warrior Nyla , sits quietly in the corner soaking in her drink and all of the wonderful information gathering conducted by the Sullustan.
A young human male, hooded Joran , sits in the opposite corner of the place but not with his back to the wall like the warrior.
Unbeknownst to everyone, a sentient 2nd-degree droid, Bo1t5
stands just outside the Oasis, deciding if it is worth going inside and dealing with other non-droids.
Welcome, thanks for coming, you can take over from here. Hopefully you have enough information to RP a bit.
