The ship had entered the upper atmosphere of the planet, and headed for the closest available landing pad in the space port. From there the announcement came over for the crew, and it's solitary passenger could now leave the ship via the landing ramp. Leo took a deep breath as he made his way through the corridors of the light freighter. He had paid well for passage, and they had accommodated him well but he hated being inside a ship. It was too cramped, to easy to die in. He wouldn't of even been able to fight back before his death hit him. So he never bothered to learn to pilot. Choosing instead to let someone else do the flying. His boots echoed across the metal mesh flooring, as he made his way through the winding corridors of the ship, down the ramp, and out into the hot air of the desert world. The local garrison had already met them on the landing pad, a squad of storm troopers, and an officer stopped them. "Present identification, and do not attempt to flee. If you do all of you shall be met with the full might of the emperors finest." The officer said, holding his hand out for data pads. His uniform was spotless, and there was hardly a trace of dust on his boots. The same went for his escort of storm troopers. They probably pissed someone off if they were assigned to this backwater. So anything for them to look good on inspections, and retrieve a reassignment.

When the time came for Leo to present his datapad the officer was annoyed having to cycle through so many people. When he looked over Leo's identification he smirked. "Are you here for business, or pleasure? Bounty hunter." He asked.
"Neither, I'm here to make an honest living for once. Saved up enough credits to buy a moisture farm, and equipment for it. Sir."
"Well make sure you stay out of trouble, we'll be watching you." The officer said, with a tinge of contempt. He handed back Leo's datapad, and sent him on his way. From there it was just a matter of going to the governors office registering his moisture farm, and showing him the deeds he had bought. All boring stuff, but for once boring was good. Leo had spent too long fighting, and had too many near scrapes with death that a boring life, and a boring time felt like paradise. Even if it was on a backwater desert world.

With his time in the governors office done. He went off, he decided to walk the streets of the main city of Haven. Taking time to explore, buying the essentials for his farm plus some rations that he could live off of out there in the desert, and a piece of junk speeder that was way overpriced. He was sure he could hire someone to fix it given time. He still had plenty of the credits he saved up so he decided to treat himself. So he moved his way over to the local cantina. On a backwater like this he knew what to expect. Off duty imperials, and the shady type of men. People like himself. Bounty hunters, hired killers, outlaws trying to keep their head down, and avoid eye contact with the garrison, smugglers. He didn't even care, he wasn't here on business, so he had nothing to fear, nor did they. He stepped quickly over to the bar, and took a seat on a stool facing the bartender. "Something strong please, but something strong for a human. Last thing I need is for you to give me something that could kill me." He said. His voice was quick, and firm. The bartender didn't even regard him, or say anything. Just a curt nod, and a quick pour of a drink. He set it down in front of Leo, and turned back to his conversation. But the former bounty hunter didn't care, instead he lost himself in his drink.