
This outpost is fundamental in the creation of high quality, mass produced goods capable of meeting the needs of it's citizenry, creating commerce and building a strong foundation of enterprise throughout the galaxy.

The architectural requirements of the city may be harsh, but the Agricorps and offices of Architectural Design have formulated the best, most suitable accommodations for all the citizens, with a section of classic sand stonework to the conventional "Nabooian inspired" domed housing as found in the northern sector. This offers many opportunities for a new housing market, ripe with opportunity!

Imperial presence in the city is mutually beneficial, as the Lieutenant has brokered a deal with the city officials to provide safety and security while not interfering with the comings and goings of it's citizens.

Come find your home today, in [Cleveland]!
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Aboard a nondescript freighter breaking through the upper atmosphere of the planet below.
"I do not sense anything, and I do not like it." Eidia turns towards her 'sisters' glaring with anger in her eyes. "Are you certain that we were not followed?"
The trio had been aboard this run down freighter for a little more than a week. Taking precautions, the smuggler captain of their vessel had taken painstakingly long routes around the outer rim from their departure on Dathomir to come here, to this planet. It is only natural that Eidia bear some concern when it comes to being followed.
"Relax, sister, Morri knows what she is doing. We will find out destination without problem." Nemain said with a smirk, a hint of her usual devilish demeanor in her eye.
"I understand that, Nem." Eidia's eyes went from her sister back to the viewport where the clouds began to open and the vast landscape of Dantooine began coming into view. "I just do not like this unnatural feeling, this 'star travel', as it makes me feel uneasy. Had been this entire trip"
"It hasn't been all that bad, now has it?" Nem's smile turned seductive, her eyes moved towards their freighter captain who cautiously walked into the room. Morrioghain, Morri to her sisters, stood up from her meditation and walked across the room, standing before the captain as he stood, nervously glancing towards the floor or the crates nearby. Never meeting Morrioghain's gaze.
"What news, captain?" Morri asked
"We will be landing within the hour, just a short ride across the plains and touchdown outside the drop point, mistress." The captain shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "I have been instructed to drop you off with these supplies, then rendezvous at the local starport. The contact has everything settled in [Cleveland], the outpost where you will be staying. There is an imperial lieutenant that has all the details from there."
"Good." Morrioghain turned to her sisters with a pleasant smile, one that even eased the captain and his anxiety.
For a moment, anyway.