You land

After a brief discussion, ground control gives you clearance to land at the center of one of the big cities. You also tell them that you are newcomers, and you’ve arrived with the purpose of having some fun time, so by the time you land the ship, you already have a long list of places to visit.

“What a nice planet,” Mission says once you've walked down the docking ramp.

And it truly is wonderful. You see skyscrapers towering above you in the sky, with countless speeders zigzagging towards their various destinations. Behind them, you see a hill covered by a forest, with waterfalls descending into a lake with a river valley next to it. This will be just the right spot for us. And who knows: perhaps this will be a thing to remember.

That is until you finally focus on what is in front of you: A group of armed men, wearing black and gray military uniforms, surrounding you from three directions.

“Hands up, ladies,” a large man says in the middle of the group. By his advanced age and the gold insignia on his chest, you recognize him as the commander.

“Why... What’s happening?” you ask.

“By Numari law all females who have passed the age eighteen are to be subjected for lifelong enslavement,” the man says. “The cause of this law is to bring stability into our society, which is a thing that somehow never occurred while our women were allowed to roam freely. Now I recognize that you are offworlders, and this might be difficult for you to process, but believe me, if we were to threat foreigners differently, our men would start preferring them over the enslaved ones, ultimately resulting in our society's downfall.”

“I'm afraid your solution is hardly a correct one,” Bastila darts before the two of you could say anything. “As a Jedi Knight, and a subject of the Republic, I can personally testify that our planets are just as stable as your Numari is, and women are allowed to roam freely in order to achieve everything they behest.”

“You can hardly strive for a change at this scale based on a single occurrence,” the man says.

“Well, if you didn’t know, the Republic alone has tens of thousands of worlds. Plus there are additional tens of thousands of worlds outside the Republic that are also stable, and where women are also allowed to roam freely. Your people should perhaps visit them and you could learn a thing or two about the real significance of freedom and the true price of slavery,” Bastila says.

“Ah, you are propagandists then! All the more reason to place you in bonds for life,” the man says. You and Mission roll your eyes: did she actually expect a different outcome?

“Actually, all of us are seventeen,” you add hastily. “So no need for enslaving us!”

“And we would just be going, he he,” Mission adds. “There is truly no need to enslave us!”

“Oh, really?” the man frowns. He gets his communique in his hand, and starts playing a recording, which just happens to be part of the conversation that occurred prior to the landing: “We are three horny women from the Republic! We are past eighteen, and we are just looking for fun! Yes, eighteen! Eighteeen! Eighteeeeeeeen!”

“Sithspit,” all three of you say in unison.

“Hands up, ladies,” the man says. “I'm afraid your time as free individuals has ended.”