Boba Fett treads the sands of Tatooine, the heat pressing down on him. His boots crunch against the parched earth, a quiet contrast to the harsh winds that swirl around him. In the distance, the cantina’s familiar silhouette emerges, a welcome escape from the relentless sun.

As he approaches, his fingers brush the rifle slung over his back, a reminder to stay sharp. The cantina always brings a mix of faces—smugglers, bounty hunters, the occasional traveler—but for Boba, it’s just another stop. He reaches the door, and with a quiet hiss, it opens to reveal the dimly lit room beyond.

The usual noise of chatter and clinking glasses fills the air, but Boba remains focused, scanning the room. He removes his helmet, the cool air inside a welcome change from the scorching outside. The eyes of the room follow him, but Boba pays no mind as he heads to the bar, where the bartender waits.