TFA: Return to Hellhound Two

Well, that was a boring day.

Plopping your garbage down on the cold metallic floor of Hellhound Two, a downed AT-AT transport you found in the desert, you lick your lips ever so softly as you prepare some of your basic rations from Unkarr. Plopping down on the floor, you greedily digest the simple meal, licking your fingers with more sensuality than usual.

Uh-oh. You figure you were in another horny mood.

Playing with your vagina, you lean back against the transport, listening to the soft echoes of wind as it flows across the hard hull of your home. The sound of beady sand glittering like diamonds in the rain. How beautiful it was here on Jakku, so simple, so peaceful, you could live here forever. Yet for some reason, that prospect seemed not wrong, but, distasteful. As if you knew more wild adventures, sexual escapades and a life of remoreseless pleasure and power dripped like the oozing heat you felt build in-between your legs. You knew you were made, no, destined to do more than collect junk all day. You could feel it in your bones, like an invisible call reaching out to you across the heavens. You didn't know what to call it, it was almost, spiritual in a way.

Your moist eyes gleaming in the starry sky, you brush your hands through your soft, silky auburn hair. Yes, you figured. This was home. But the galaxy awaits.