You will find them

You are a Jedi. Your duty is to protect life, to save it at any cost.

You accept the task and he hands you a beacon, so when you locate the missing group, you'll be able to call for an evac shuttle to pick them up.

Heading out, you wield your practice saber and channel the ****. In the hours that follow, all you hear are the beastial roars of the Flesh Raiders, the singing of your weapon, and the ripples of the ****. Though the enemy throws themselves at you, charging blindly to halt your advance, they do little more than slow you down.

Along the way, you manage to save a few padawan. It seems those that hadn't escaped had been imprisoned in makeshift cages of scrap metal. Some were unharmed, simply trapped and waiting for their fate.

You don't know what that is until you reach a few of the Flesh Raider camps. Some padawan are dead, torn apart and eaten. It's gruesome, but not as horrific as those that are shared while they are alive.

You see a Mirialan girl crushed between two Flesh Raiders, their cocks shoved in her holes. She screams and bangs on the chest of the one in front of her. It merely laughs and holds her fast as it slams into her.

There's a pause and you watch her face morph from pain to shock, to horror, and finally into pleasure. A guttural moan falls out of her mouth as the beast pulls out of her, letting blood and semen dribble out of her abused womanhood. The other beast in her ass continues to thrust, pumping more moans and yelps out of her until he too fills her backdoor full of his semen.

When he lets her go, he leaves her on the ground, twitching and groaning as her lower half oozes out fluids.

The Flesh Raiders laugh and watch her pant, chest heaving against the dirst as she reaches for her nether lips to stroke them. Neither notice you encroach on them from behind, not until you've slain one and then strike the other down.

You manage to free another nearby padawan who helps the Mirialan limp back to the outpost. Then, setting back off, you trek across the training grounds until you happen upon a small group hidden in the hills.

One of them stands with her back to you, hands on her hips. "How is he looking?"

"He should be resting in the Jedi Temple." A Zabrak padawan looks up from a third one, who lies wounded, but bandaged on the ground. "But if you're determined to press on... I can help him along."

"Give him the rest of the kolto," she commands. "We'll fight again soon." She turns, probably to survey their surroundings, and finds you standing there. "Hey! Good to see another padawan out here. You're lucky those creatures haven't caught you yet."

You shrug, feeling a flare of pride, which is then coupled by humility when you recognize their weariness.

Not wasting a moment, you explain that you were sent to find them, to rescue them. They, in turn, explain why they were out so far in the first place.

Apparently, their trials were set out here. They were supposed to seek knowledge on the Jedi Code, but instead found the Flesh Raiders. They managed to fend off their attackers, but suffered injuries as a result.

It'd be an easy task to call for pickup. However, the group is split between returning to the outpost and staying to fight.

"He should not be moving." The Zabrak padawan says, gesturing to their injured comrade. "It is not the Jedi way to seek battle and **** while a man suffers."

The gung-ho padawan huffs. "That's your opinion, Mennaus. It's not what we decided!"

Their third member is indecisive, caught between pain and confusion. He wants to stay, to help fight... but it's not the same fight as his gung-ho companion. She wants retribution, blood for blood. And the Zabrak padawan only want to save his friend.

In the end, they look to you for the tie-breaker.