‘’Mon Calamari: Spaceport’’ (Nissa) Evening is descending on Mon Calamari, the lights of the floating city showing brightly against the dark sky. The spaceport seems nearly as busy as it is in the daylight hours, though, ships coming and going. The lights here are numerous, guards wandering back and forth on their duties. A female Calamarian, one Nissa Sarcat, stands by a freighter with two security guards, a thoughtful frown on her face as she speaks with them. "Some odd activity..." "Heard something stirring up down there..." "Something's goin' on down below..." Ptew! A rock. "Quarren nation!"