As they make their way through the city on foot, it's clear that they're already in the slums.. high above them cars float through their traffic, while down here most people scurry about on foot or in speeders. Tyran murmurs very quietly. "What a dump... reminds me of where I grew up." He taps his blaster on his side, reassuring himself. "Well, at least the Darks aren't running the city or anything.. yet."