The life of the needy

You activate the heat sensor on your helmet, tracing the footsteps of the mysterious bounty hunter's path. After heading a few hundreds of meters north on your speeder bike, her footsteps disappear. You park your bike there, try to find any clue where she went, but no luck.

Lana (frustrated, kicking the side of your speeder bike): Blast it! She must have taken a speeder or something! Maybe there are some clues left about her direction...

After carefully searching through the surroundings, you still find nothing to go on. You even walk around in a big radius around the end of the trail, trying to sense her past presence, but to no avail.

Lana: I can't follow her any further, damn! Ah, I was going to beat her up so badly for this humiliation! Oh, whatever, better head back towards the camp... I'll find her later, if she dares to show up ever again! Yet, I can't help but wonder, why she left us all alive... She didn't seem to be playing nice back at the warehouse. Maybe she was trying to poison us with a **** overdose? I guess I'll never know, unless we catch her!

Your communicator begins beeping. It's Master Luminara.

Luminara: Lana, I have bad news.

Lana: How so?

Luminara: I have found Bambu.

Lana: That was fast!

Luminara: Yes, it wasn't particularly hard... There was an uproar about a murdered Gotal between the locals. He had been hanged onto a zip line, near the closest landing platforms. Whoever did this, was certainly expecting his landing and wanted to make sure, he'll never talk to anybody. Most likely the same person, who **** us earlier.

Lana: Wonderful... I didn't manage to follow them very long, we have totally lost them...

Luminara: Let's head back to Kota and give him the report, before returning to Coruscant.

You walk back to your speeder and overhear a woman begging in a shadowy alley. You can't help but check what's going on there and eavesdrop from behind the corner. You see a woman with her late teenage daughter and a small suitcase, in front of a Zabrak man.

Woman (pointing to her palm, which has a few hundred credits in it): ... Please, I beg of you, that's all the money we have! We must get off world as soon as possible! We don't have enough to buy public transport tickets!

Smuggler: Sorry ma'am, but no' gonna happen! That wouldn't even cover fuel prices these days!

Woman: You don't understand, if we remain here, we'll be killed or worse! My husband gambled our freedom on a game of Pazaak a few hours ago and lost the game! The enforcers are looking for us as we speak! If they find us... We had to flee with all we could carry that quickly, you must help us, please!

Smuggler: Eh... Where do ya ladies wana go?

Woman: To Coruscant if possible, the Republic could protect us from those slavers who are after us...

Smuggler (laughing): Haha, no' for those few creds you have! I could only take you to Nal Hutta for that sum! I've got business on Fondor, not interested in makin' an extra detour!

Daughter (frightened): Nal Hutta...? That would be just as bad as this rock!

Woman: Don't worry my dear, it'll be alright! We'll get to safety somehow! Please, we have nothing, NOTHING, that's all we've got, please...!

Smuggler (after a brief thinking): Hmm... Well, ya've got that nice lookin' girl over there... She could be worth a ride to Coruscant... Your freedom for hers, how's that soundin' to ya?

Daughter (even more frightened): What...?!

Woman (hugging her daughter closely): No, absolutely not going to happen! You will not sell my daughter into slavery! I would rather die than let that happen!

Smuggler: If ya're staying here, that has quite the chance of happenin'!

Woman: ...

Smuggler: Okay, okay, tell ya what! I could take you to Fondor for a lot less, if that works fo' ya!

Woman: How much would that cost?

Smuggler: All the creds you have, plus 500 extra for the discretion of getting you out of here without anybody knowing.

Woman: How am I supposed to get you 500 extra credits...?

Smuggler: Not my problem. That's the smuggling fee from Atzeri to Fondor. I'm open to "any" persuasive suggestions, about turning a blind eye to two extra passengers aboard my ship...

Woman (with some fear in her eyes): What kind of suggestions...?

Smuggler: I believe ya know what I meant!

Daughter (angry): You perverse jerk!

Woman (silently staring right in front of herself): ...

Smuggler: Your girl could do the job instead of ya, if that's more acceptable! I'd love to stuff her clumsy mouth full with something big!

Daughter: You schutta!

Woman (still just staring): ...

Smuggler: Or just lemme outright sell her! We could split the profit, huh? That's the offer, take it or leave it.

Daughter (turning to her mother): Come mum, this isn't going anywhere! We could try an other smuggler! M-mother...?

Woman: Leave her out of this. I'll do what you want, just promise to take us to Fondor in one piece!

Daughter: Mum, no...!

Smuggler (unbinding his belt): I knew you were gonna see sense in the end! Let's not waste time, or you might be taken into slavery soon!

Woman (kissing her daughter's face and hugging her): Don't worry sweetheart, everything will be fine! I would sacrifice my dignity anytime to save you!

Daughter: Mum, we could find an other way...! You don't have to do this...!

Woman: There's no time for that, the enforcers could find us anytime now.... Whatever happens, I love you my dear!

Daughter (sobbing): I love you too mum!

Smuggler: That's all lovely and wonderful, but my dick ain't not gonna suck itself!

Woman: Please, turn away while I suffer this...

The sobbing girl nods and turns towards the wall to not see what's about to happen. The woman kneels in front of the smuggler and combs her long hair into a ponytail, before beginning.

Lana (thinking): She's nothing if not persistent to get themselves off this world! Maybe I should help them out somehow... Or just get going, we can't save every single soul in the galaxy, plus every minute I spend here gives the Separatists more time to ravage this planet.