Dandoran Lumber Yards

This once heavily-forested region shows signs of the complete disregard the Imperials had for the planets they occupied. The trees that remain at the edge of the clear-cut only survived by simple luck at being outside of the scything action of the Imperial engineers. The burned out hulks of machines and buildings are proof of the desolation that awaits anything that falls out of favour with the Imperials and their successors.

You look around and spot a handful of small lumber lifts packed together, appearing like a pack of metallic, tusked animals huddling together for warmth. You know that it was likely just where they were last parked before the conflagration hit the yard, but the imagery of beasts sheltering is just too vivid to shake.

The faint breeze brings the distinctive smell of rot to your senses, prompting you to break your attention from the rusting machinery and over to a nearby pole that looks newly installed. As you focus on it, you can see the gentle sway of half a corpse - rodian you'd guess, but it's hard to tell after being exposed to the elements - hanging from the top of the post. This gruesome sight is a reminder of the real power-broker in the area, Py'zah the Hutt, and that you should tread carefully while in their territory.

Small ringed atoll full of white sandy beaches and spare vegetation. The inner pool is about three meters deep in the middle. Colorful tropical fish can be seen swimming around the area. Calm waves and a slight breeze carrying the smell of the sea.

Cinder-Tail Spaceport

Py'zah the Hutt wants visitors to Dandoran to get a positive first impression when disembarking from their journeys. The Cinder-tail spaceport is a meticulously kept facility with recently constructed buildings lined with gold and flashing lights. The thoroughfares of the spaceport are lined with gaudy merchant stands and faux-high class restaurants.

Outside of the main thoroughfare is the underbelly of the spaceport where “the help” lives with incomplete or rundown buildings that do not fit the illusion of wealth created on the main avenues. There is an open air blackmarket in the rundown part of the spaceport where those not concerned with maintaining an air of legitimacy can pry their wares.