Let Them Go

"I'm going to back away, hop on my speeder, and finish my job. Do you need a communicator to call for a ride?"

The sisters seem surprised at your offer. Kindness out here isn't common.

"We already called. A speeder is on its way."

There's a chance they get their ride and follow you, but that seems unlikely. They barely seem in good enough condition to get home and lick their wounds.

Hopefully when they do they'll spread the word of what happened here. Maybe the next time you find yourself in a similar situation, you'll avoid eating a laser blast.

You climb aboard the speeder, and turn to the east. Process of elimination makes it your next target. Here's hoping it's also the last one.