Of Course!

The decision was really **** for you. It might be hot watching some **** play, but this was way too far past ****. Moving as quietly as you can down the alleyway, you approached a corner, around which, the Twi’lek was getting molested. You didn’t really need to be careful, you could just walk in there, wave your hand and make the Twi’lek happily give you and the three other goons blowjobs before making them all your loyal and willing slaves. This would, however, be cheating and, as is the running theme in your adventure, you didn’t want to cheat.

When you were just around the corner to the situation, you drew your brand new blaster and held it in a two handed grip. With your back to the wall separating you from the molestors, you twisted your torso, sticking out just enough that your blaster was around the corner. The guy on lookout saw you, but it was too late, you lined up a shot and squeezed the trigger, blasting the man in the chest. His own blaster clattered to the floor moments before his body, smoking hole in the dead center of its chest, crumpled to the ground. The guy taking the Twi’lek’s right was a tad quicker on the draw, he’d pulled his own blaster out and had turned around. A shot from you had him slumped against the wall. When you saw that the third guy had a fancy looking knife, you stepped around the corner once again, and left your pistol trained on his chest. He took his cue and bolted.

“T-thanks” The Twi’lek said, shivering lightly though probably not from the cold.

“Name’s Dereck, you alright?” you say to the girl,

“T-Tanna” she stuttered as she struggled to get control of herself, hugging herself as she shivered. You also noticed that she had something of a Coruscanti accent. With a deep breath, the shivers stopped and Tanna righted her outfit. While she was getting herself sorted, you took a moment to properly look her over, and holstered your pistol as you did so. She was a rich, deep blue, with a dark grey crop top that stopped only a little below her chest. You could see it would have been easy to get a hand under it and cop a feel. Moving on down, she had a smooth naval, not toned or anything though this might be a Twi’lek thing, that fed into a pair of skintight leather pants. You idly wondered what her booty looked like, squeezed into those trousers.

“so, you any good with that blaster?” The Twi’lek asked, eyeing your piece. You were definitely getting that Coruscanti accent now.

“Umm” You say before looking at the two dead bodies between you and her. “Why?” you ask.

“I’m appropriating your service for the good of the Republic” the girl commanded sternly. You frowned before placing a hand on your pistol.

“Yeah, no” you replied and the Twi’lek almost growled.

“No?! What do you mean no?!” she exclaimed, taking a step forward only to stop when you took a good grip of your pistol.

“I’m not a ****” you say to her in a deadly calm voice. “I helped you out of the goodness of my heart because I thought it was the right thing to do” You continued. Tanna swallowed and had the decency to look guilty. “You have offered neither payment nor reason for me to help you and instead made me wonder if I should have helped you at all” You finish, turning around to leave.

“Wait!” Tanna called out “I can pay!” you could hear the desperation in her voice at that but, whatever it was, you were annoyed now and just wanted to go. You continued walking, turning the corner and heading back to the street when Tanna suddenly grabbed your arm. “I’ll do anything!” she exclaimed, the desperation almost palpable. The notion that she’d do ‘anything’ hit you as interesting so you turned around with a smirk.

“Anything?” you asked in a tone of voice that alluded to your less than pure thoughts. Tanna realised her mistake instantly and her face dropped in utter defeat, staring at the ground with a heavy sigh.

“Yes, anything” she almost whispered. You could almost see the beginnings of a tear welling up in her eye but she blinked and looked at you with steely determination.

“What do you need help with” you sigh reluctantly.

“There’s a club not far from here, they have been selling their dancers to the Hutt Cartels as slaves” Tanna explained.

“So you want me, alone, to take on a club full of goons” You asked. Tanna had the good sense to wince at that rather blunt statement.

“I’ll help, I’m not too shabby with a blaster” She replied. You make a show of checking her for a weapons holster. “I’ll grab one from one of the dead goons!” she angrily stated. “Just lucky they were sick bastards that couldn’t think past their cocks, or I’d probably be dead by now,” she mumbled.

“I see” you said, this was a much bigger problem than simply rescuing a damsel in distress. This was you, virtually single handedly, taking on a small army of thugs with **** rays. That was a good question though, you could ignore her and just leave but what’s the point of being in Star Wars if you don’t get into a shootout like an action hero?