During the reign of the Empire, however, all the prosperity it enjoyed came crashing down when the Moff-in-residence decided that it would make a perfect prison planet for all the "upstart aliens" in the galaxy. The natives were driven off to live in great transport ships with food and fuel to last them until they found another rock to settle. The cities were shut down or demolished. Then came the shiploads of prisoners, all species, size, and gender. They quickly settled the planet, and with the aid of the Imperials, turned it into a wasteland.
When the Empire was dissolved, and all the warlords fought over the broken pieces of Imperial civilisation, while the Alliance grew into the New Republic. In the mess, the prison planet was deserted, and all the aliens kept there left to go to what remained of their lives.
Soon, however, the New Republic found the little planet, and tried to find the lost civilisation it once held. But they were nowhere to be found. So a plan was formed to rebeautify and repopulate the little rock in space...
In a Coruscant Spaceport...
Moya shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she waited patiently for the line to move again. In her arms she held a baby, her son, who was sleeping with his head on her shoulder, two tickets in between her fingers, and looped around her arm was the handle to a floating piece of luggage. She'd stopped listening to the announcements on the speakers a while ago. They spoke in Basic first, then repeated the announcement in Huttese, Duro, and Ithorian, detailing the arrivals, departures, and schedules of all the ships, taxis, and skybuses.
It was early morning at the spaceport, the large windows were letting a generous amount of white-gold sunlight which, when it hit Moya's eyes, made her want to curl up in it and sleep for the rest of the day - urged on by the fact that she'd been awake since midnight, attending to her son and packing their belongings.
Something jerked her forward and she stumbled, clinging tightly to her son., then righted herself and looked over her shoulder.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" The rodian standing behind her apologised. He was lugging two large suitcases unequipped with repulsorlifts, and was also dragging along two children.
Moya nodded an "it's ok" and turned back around. She could understand his problems.
Finally she was at the front of the line, and handed the tickets over to a droid manning the processing station.
"Please show your face for confirmation, ma'am." it buzzed.
Moya hesitated. "Won't a retinal scan be enough? My hands are rather full, and it's against.. my traditions to uncover my face in public." she said, hoping it would be enough.
"Very well. Put your chin in this sling, and look straight ahead."
Moya complied, and was admitted, and the same process was used on her son.
"Go ahead. Have a nice flight." the droid motioned for her to continue.
Moya smiled under her scarf, and as she strode into the hallway that led straight to the ship she was to take, she looked up through the massive skylights as the multiple lanes of traffic traveled on all three axis, and imagined that if she looked closely enough she could see the ship that had saved her more than once, and belonged to a certain man who would hopefully visit her and her son many times in her new home.
No, he would visit them. If she had her way, he would stay, too.
With that thought, Moya Tolen Fett started on her journey,