They say the Jawas always stop in Anchorhead. Not that Lilla was fond of the scavengers. She bore them no particular ill-feeling, but it was a sandcrawler that found her and handed her over to a moisture farmer that began her life as a slave.
She sat on an eopie and surveyed the area ahead of her. It held a wind-scoured settlement about twenty kilometres east of the famous Lars homestead. Anchorhead was a small community and trading post, with about a dozen stores and two cantinas.
One of the larger buildings was a power generator, which supplied energy to most of the area moisture farms. Like everywhere on this planet, it was hot. Not unbearably hot – Lilla had grown up here – but you never enjoyed the heat, just became accustomed to it.
Lilla spied Anchorhead's principal street in the distance and headed in that direction. In many ways, it was little more than a trading post frequented by the moisture farmers who made up the Great Chott salt flat community, or by merchants traveling between Mos Eisley and Wayfar, in the south. But Anchorhead had a resident population and had grown over the centuries.
Lilla wondered how such a small place could have been frequented by three of the most famous Jedi of all time – and which ones had drunk in Junix's Joint. The ancient sign still hung outside the Anchorhead bar, although Lilla suspected it had been replaced countless times over the millennia.
Junix, whoever he was, was long since gone and no doubt buried in the sands of Tatooine, if he even existed. But the bar still stood: a dimly lit dive where the cigarra smoke barely covered the stink of farmers who'd been in the desert all day. It was not somewhere Lilla would choose to frequent – unless it was necessary. And if the intelligence she’d received was accurate, she was here through obligation.
Apparently an off-worlder was visiting and chatter said slaving was what was bringing him here. Lilla knew that sometimes slaver gangs used sandcrawlers as a cover for transporting people and off-world traffic here was less well scrutinised than the main space ports.
So she gently encouraged her mount forward, closing on the settlement with every passing minute.