Lilac

A border world whose name is a sad misnomer for the world enjoys, if such is the word, a very hot climate seriously lacking in water. What farming that exists serves only to keep the population alive; the yields are never enough for exportation. There is a narrow equitorial belt that provides the closest thing to steady rain.

To make matters worse, the planet is rather close to Reaver territory. The population is ever fearful of an attack, believing it is just a matter of time before they are destroyed. In the belief that it would help, most of the small towns have contracted for private security in case of an attack. The payroll is delivered regularly to one of the local banks. Still, even with the proximity to the Reavers, they have little problems, not even justifying a fortified defense.