Back to the ship

You're on the speeder controls as you head back, rubbing your increasingly sore face as Camie takes your spot in the back.

You steal a glimpse every now and then. Dema is sat between your girl and your Jedi Master. In celebration of her sister's safety, Dema has removed her shirt and is making out with Camie. Her tits look even more impressive in nothing but a lacy black bra. Obi-Wan is watching the two gorgeous girls getting on, almost looking more like a pervy hermit than the noble Jedi Knight he is.

Viquelle is on the back of Rika's speeder, her arms around the scavenger's slender waist. You can only imagine this speeder trip is more enjoyable than her last.

"We must be the luckiest people in the galaxy!" Camie laughs, as Dema fingerblasts her. "Here we were, looking for a ship, and you and Viqi just drop out of the sky."

"More like had to make an unscheduled landing. Instrument fault. But yeah, we're glad to have you on board!" the redhead cries, playing with Camie's clit. "After what the three of you did, you're gonna be Captain Dema's honoured guests! The best bed, the best meals, I'm gonna bring out the Theed white wine I've been saving for a special occasion, too!"

"That sounds heavenly!" Camie moans, leaning forward to kiss the trader once again.

You come over a dune, bringing the Hard Sell back into sight, and it occurs to you that such things may have to wait.

"What the- what are they doing?" Dema screams, looking down at the family ship.

There are a couple of speeders parked outside. Two crews of scavengers have clearly been working over the ship, hurriedly carrying out components, furniture, cargo from within and loading it up. By the time you make it to the ship, one of the crews has already departed.

"Stop! Hey! Stop!" Dema cries out, leaping from the speeder and rushing at the scavengers, not even bothering to take the time to put her shirt back on. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Banda! Kobo dobo sanda, sleeta!" One of the aliens, a Sullustan says.

"Scav-job! It's the way of the desert, lady." His rodian accomplice translates.

"I ain't from the desert!" Dema says, pulling her blaster on the alien scavengers.

Approaching the confrontation, you back Dema up.

"Unload the speeder, guys." you tell them.

"That'll do, for a start." the half-naked redhead says. "After that, you can tell me where your buddies went."

"Whatever." the rodian says. He dumps his haul onto the sand. "The first four crews got all the good stuff, anyway.

"The first four... what?" you're sure you see a vein in Dema's temple bulge, you notice her gripping her blaster very tightly.

"You think a ship this nice sits in the sand this close to Mos Eisley without anyone noticing? Your ship's been picked clean, girly."

Sure enough, looking down at the pile of salvage, you notice it's not what your first choice on such a lush, well-stocked ship would be. Kitchen implements, a seat from the cockpit, a Sabacc set."

"As for the others, we don't know. We work alone." the alien says.

"Get out of here." Dema says, quaking with anger. "Leave, or I'll blast the two of you."

You can tell she fully means it. Fearing they'll lose more than they ever stood to gain, the two scavengers hop in their speeder and make off, leaving your group alone.

"Come on, I need to see what the damage is." Dema says. The two of you rush onto the ship. It isn't pretty. What you find is almost a night and day different from how the Hard Sell looked a few short hours ago. The scavengers have taken everything that isn't bolted down, and a lot of what was. The cargo from the hold, the weapons from the armoury. Checking in on the engine room, Dema even lets out a curse as she sees they've gutted the hyperdrive. Without almost an entire new ship's worth of components, it looked as though the Hard Sell was staying on Tatooine.

It then sinks in that you've been around most of the ship without seeing any trace of C-3PO and R2-D2. A knot forms in your stomach, did the scavengers take them too?

You dash around the ship, checking every room, cupboard, compartment, but it's no use.

"Oh man, how could I be so stupid?" you groan. In hindsight, one of you really should've stayed behind with the droids. Without the plans in Artoo's memory, your whole adventure was a bust.

"What? What is it?" Dema asks, looking greyfaced and crushed, sat at a table in the dining area with her head in her hands.

"It's our droids. Looks like they took them too!"

"Seriously? I lose my entire livelihood, all my possessions, and you wanna complain about two lousy droids?!" Dema says, exasperated. "Do you know what I had to do to get this ship? The cock I had to suck?!"

You can't say you do.

"Dema, I'm so sorry." Camie says, coming and joining the trader at the table. "I can only imagine how hard this is for you."

"It's not your fault." Dema says, after a few moments. "Or yours, Luke. You guys are the only reason I got my sister back. Whatever else has happened, I'm thankful."

Camie puts her hand on the redhead's, and the two women share a look, full of mutual consideration and charged with sexual energy.

"You know, I might know where those scavengers are talking your stuff, and your droids." Rika volunteers. "This close to Mos Eisley, there are only a couple of dealers I'd go to, to get a decent price."

"You heard Princess Leia's message, Luke." Obi-Wan adds. "Without our R2 unit, we're in a heap of trouble."

"Then we'll just have to go to Mos Eisley and find them!" you decide.

"But first." Dema says. "I'm gonna see what we can salvage from the ship. They can't have taken everything. ...Right?" the redhead says, unsure.