Rescuing Viquelle, the droidsmith.

Leaving Artoo and Threepio back on Dema's ship (a fact for which Threepio is loudly, exuberantly grateful) your group of desert outcasts turned hunting party get underway.

Despite the space in your landspeeder, Rika stays on her speeder bike, almost as if she's unwilling to be parted from it for too long again. The scavenger brings up the front of your little convoy. Her eyes are sharp, her instincts for tracking are good. There are points where the trail through the sand looks to your eyes almost indistinguishable from the endless shifting of the dunes, but Rika is in her element, assured.

Camie once again drives. You and Ben occupy the rear seats. Dema pours herself into the rather snug gap between the two of you. You're almost about to complain, until your redheaded employer casually, nonchalantly brings out both your and Obi-Wan's cocks. She sucks on Obi-Wan, fellating the man, who's easily old enough to be her father. You she strokes. The trader's grip is strong, and it isn't long before you find yourself extremely hard, making the craft bounce ever so slightly as you thrust up into her fingers.

"Knew I shouldn't have driven..." Camie whines, observing the show in the rear view mirror.

"We find Viqi safe, you can fuck me in my own bed back on the Hard Sell. Hell, all of you can!" Dema calls out, struggling to make herself heard over the rush of the wind.

"Your efforts to firm up our resolve aren't necessary, Miss Royce." Obi-Wan tells her, composed and dignified even as Dema returns to sucking him. "But they are deeply appreciated."

As good as her hand game was, you find yourself getting antsy for more. Dema is taking her time on Ben, looking him dead in the eye, her mouth around his manhood, giggling and humming.

You stroke the trader's ginger hair as she goes, hoping she'll keep you in mind for more than an admittedly enjoyable handjob.

A few minutes later, the roar of the speeder almost muffling you and Ben's moans, and the intercut sounds of Dema's sloppy blowjob, you get your wish. The trader pops Ben's length out of her mouth, and more closely regards yours.

"By the ****!" Dema coos. "You're bigger than a Gungan!"

You've no idea what she means by that, but coupled with the way she looks at your length before brining her hot mouth down on it, it does plenty to boost your ego.

Rika and Camie are good, but they can't compare with the experience and skill Dema brings to bear on your cock. You throw your head back and moan, gripping the door of the speeder for some support.

As she leans over your lap, you feel the enticing swell of her full breasts against your thigh. Her shapely ass, appealing and alluring in her tight black pants, already flecked with Tatooine sand, is arched up towards Obi-Wan. The old Jedi helps himself, hungrily fondling her.

"You like that, Luke? You like my mouth?" Dema asks with a smile, kissing your saliva-slick shaft between each question. In truth, the second her lips are off your penis, you miss it. You nod and tell her you do like it, and the trader shoots you a sexy, confident smile.

"Save my sister." Dema urges you. "Save her and you'll have this on tap."

That sounded mightily appealing to you. You were almost drooling as you looked down at her, taking you like a pro. You would fuck her in this speeder. You would fuck her on her fancy ship. You'd take her up the ass bent over one of those crates in the storage hold, and you'd squeeze her tights while you bred her under a warm cascade of water in the shower.

You'd even have Dema as you had her now, sucking your cock, only it wouldn't be as Camie sped you all across a sun-blasted, lifeless desert, it would be in the cockpit of the Hard Sell while you travelled through lightspeed toward Alderaan, and a date with royalty.

The thought of that, to say nothing of the redhead's skills, proved too much for you, and you came, spurting again and again into Dema's mouth. Her brown eyes flare with surprise, but she keeps her lips wrapped around your cock, swallowing everything you have to give her.

"Keep that in mind." Dema purrs, winking at you and giving your nuts an affectionate squeeze, before wiping off her mouth.

You throw your head back, gasping for breath as you slowly come down from a pretty frantic climax. You have to smile, unable to believe this is your life. A week ago, you were a frustrated farmboy. Now? You're travelling to rescue a Princess, learning the ways of the Jedi, and you have not one, but three knockout female travelling companions.

Looking over at Dema and Obi-Wan, you decide to spectate. With your cock flaccid and your balls drained, you're not much good right now. Of course, watching the promiscuous trader, that might begin to change, which would be handy if following this trail took much longer.

Dema slips her pants down, and wastes little time mounting the Jedi's cock. Sat on his lap, they're in the perfect position to kiss, but perhaps because you've just fired your babies right down her throat, Dema simply brings her body to Ben's, resting her chin on the old man's shoulder as she begins to pick up speed on him.

"I've been to a hundred worlds in all my days, more perhaps." Obi-Wan says wistfully as Dema works her hips on his. "But the women of Naboo were perhaps the most beautiful."

"Flatterer." Dema titters, but you can tell she likes to hear it, especially from a real life Jedi Knight.

"It's quite true, dear. Quite true." Obi-Wan smiles, hands coming out from under his robe to give Dema's juicy, exposed ass an appreciative squeeze.

You shoot a glance at it. Dema's cheeks are plump and shapely, as pale as the rest of her. You idly think she'll have to be careful. Exposed to the suns, it'd only be an hour or two before her ass began to tan or burn.

You lock eyes with Camie in the speeder's rear-view. She's obviously watching the three of you with a sense of hunger, of missed opportunity. Hopefully, that'll work in your favour, and you'll have some real fun back on Dema's ship.

Rika leads you all further and further away from the ship, and Mos Eisley as well, past the expanse of great sandy dunes, into a rocky canyon. You round rock wall after rock wall and speed up desert passes, some almost worryingly narrow for your landspeeder, before Rika breaks. Reaching into her pack for her electrobinoculars, she scouts out a rocky formation a way off.

"What is it, Rika?" Camie asks, bringing the vehicle to a halt beside the scavenger's bike.

"Trail leads here. Look up ahead, there's a cave." the dark-skinned beauty tosses the electrobinoculars to Camie, then points out the spot in particular.

"Could be what we're looking for. Of course, caves out here aren't exactly rare." Camie says. "Would these guys, whoever they are, really hide out in some random cave? Why not a bunker, or a farmstead?"

"Brigands such as these prefer to hide completely. A natural formation can evade notice in ways a manmade dwelling can not." Obi-Wan says, doubtless speaking from his vast well of experience. Dema has dismounted him now, pulled up her pants and is fastening her belt, ready for action.

"She's in there, I'm sure of it. I can almost sense it." Dema says.

"Familial bonds are a powerful thing." Obi-Wan says, as the four of you pour out of your speeder. "You would do well to heed that sense."

"I'll take the lead." you say, drawing your blaster and moving forward. You were nervous, heading into the enemy base like this, but you knew you could rely on Obi-Wan, Camie, even Rika. Dema had counted their numbers, and you weren't likely to find more than half a dozen "Tuskens" within. You just hoped Dema's sister was okay.

The five of you made for the cave entrance quickly and quietly. Despite the better gear Dema had on offer, Camie is still favouring your old hunting rifle. Dema has her sleek little silver Naboonian blaster pistol. Obi-Wan, as before, has no blaster, but you can see the hilt of his lightsaber gleaming in the sleeve of his robe.

Rika, befitting her occupation, has availed herself quite heavily of the Royce's armoury. Like you, she's strapped on a cobalt blue plastoid vest, but she's also taken the matching helmet. Her belt is heavy with both stimpaks and boomballs. She's toting a blaster pistol in each hand, a clear compensation for going through the last shootout unarmed.

"Ladies, Luke, may the **** be with you." Obi-Wan says, as your group reaches the rock wall. Staying low, and trusting the others to watch your back, you venture inside the cave.

You're only a few meters in before you begin to see signs of habitation. Storage crates and supplies, as if someone has been unloading salvage or a haul from a vehicle outside.

"Power cables." Rika whispers, pointing a blaster at a length of cabling running deeper into the cave. "This is the place."

The tunnel leads on and down, snaking into one of the great rocky expanses that pepper Tatooine's endless dunes. A few minutes of creeping forward, and it opens out a little. Crude lighting units have been dug into the walls, giving you just enough light not to break your necks.

"Those are the speeders those raiders took Viqi on." Dema says, as you reach an incredibly makeshift looking maintenance area. "They must be close."

There are dozens of crates now, of every description. You see farming parts, resources, food and water. Some are even stencilled with the Imperial crest.

"Find that trader!" you hear a voice from up ahead shout. Loud and unaccented Basic. "She's gotta be here somewhere."

"I still don't understand what happened. We had her tied up, and then she shocked Yarren..." comes another.

"They're talking about Viqi!" Dema hisses, delighted. "She got free!"

"She had some kind of droid with her. It came to life and zap!" a third voice from the cave ahead. "We've gotta get her. She's seen our faces. If the LT finds out..."

"Lips sealed, soldier. She's here somewhere, and we'll find her."

"Let's move. We've got the element of surprise." you decide, heading forward.

Leaving the vehicle hangar part of the cave, you press forward, finding a large, open area with dozens of dozens of large containers arrayed in rows. Staying low, the five of you peek over a barrier at the sight below.

The "Tuskens", though of course they're nothing of the sort, are below, frantically searching their hideout for Viquelle Royce. One of their number lies incapacitated on the floor. A couple still wear the disguise of the desert marauders, without their masks, though the rest have swapped them out for more typical human attire. Boots and pants, bantha leather jackets.

"I would advise locating all targets and then striking." Obi-Wan tells you. "We have the advantage, the element of surprise, the... elevation."

You nod at his advice, looking down. Subtract the one bandit Viqi had apparently taken down herself, you had five. Four of them were searching in and around the cargo crates, while the fifth glanced around and tried to raise someone on a commlink.

"Dema, you're with me. Rika, Camie, go for the guys on the right." you say. You have to admit, it feels good as you see your ragtag squad follow your order, like something out of the academy holos.

You didn't even bother trying to tell Obi-Wan what to do. Doubtless, he'd know better what he could do in this type of situation, and will probably do something impressive that saves your lives. Again.

Rika and Camie put a bit of distance between you, moving around your elevated position. You and Dema get in closer. You advance at a near-crawl and hold your breath.

Somehow, you're able to get within a few paces of your pair of bandits without them hearing or seeing you. You look at Dema. She meets your eyes, filled with resolve. You can't imagine she did this type of thing often in her line of work, but you didn't envy anyone who got between her and her sister.

Nodding back to the bandits ahead, you raise your pistol at one of them and get ready to fire.

"Now!" you call out, just hoping Camie and Rika have a bead on their targets. You let off a shot, and it strikes your bandit, an imposingly-built human, square in the back, dropping him. Dema follows suit, blasting once, twice, three times. Her grouping isn't great, but it does the job, sending the bandit, still in his fake tusken garb, reeling back. You back her up with a heavy blaster shot, before rushing to join the fray.

With three men left, you have the numbers on your side. It would seem you were premature in calling the attack, as Rika and Camie have been drawn into a shootout with their two opponents, taking pot-shots down at them from their vantage above.

You go for the group leader, who's isolated in the centre of the container units.

He hears you coming, and hefts an E-11 blaster rifle at you and Dema. You're about to roll for cover behind a plasteel container when you note Ben. He gestures up with his hand, and the rifle is ripped from his hands and flung across the cave.

In your amazement, you hesitate, and don't bring your blaster up quite fast enough. The bandit squad leader, a sunburnt man with a bald head and facial scars, recovers from his shock at losing his weapon so abruptly and rushes you.

His tackle hits like a charging bantha, and you hit the floor of the cave hard, losing your pistol and having the wind driven out of you. You push and kick at the bald bandit, but he's bigger, and angry. Snarling, he balls a hand up into a fist and cracks you in the face. It feels like a large hydrospanner to the cheek, and you see white lights pop behind your eyes.

He brings his fist back, about to deliver another one. Dema kicks at him, but her attack doesn't do much more than annoy him. He shoves the trader back into the plasteel container hard, and she slides down it onto her ass, stunned.

Returning his focus to you, the bandit clamps both his hands around your throat. The constricting pressure is agonising, as bad as anything you've experienced. You fight for breath, but none comes, your legs kicking. As your left hand tries to uncurl the bandit's fingers, your right goes for your father's lightsaber on your belt. Unfortunately, you're not able to grab the Jedi weapon.

You pray one of your allies will save you, but that's not quite what happens. A miniature droid drops down onto a nearby crate. It's a small bipedal thing, with an oversized head that looks like a pair of electrobinoculars and a chromium finish that puts you in mind of Dema's ship.

"Get him, BD!" you hear a familiar voice call out. A compartment on the droid's body opens, and an undersized cannon, only a few inches long, protrudes forth. The droid quickly sights down on your attack, and let's loose an ion beam.

It's quick, and you hope, given what he's put you through, painful. The bandit slumps down dead, and you throw him to the side.

"Sorry." Dema pants, helping you up. "I was just..."

"You're okay." you tell her, just glad to be alive. You hear Ben's lightsaber deactivate, and the other three come and join you. You look across at your savior.

The little droid bounds back across some crates and onto its mistress's shoulder. She pats its head and the droid affectionately nuzzles against her, issuing some

"Viqi!" Dema rushes forward and flings her arms around her kid sister. Your group looks on as the sisters embrace.

Viquelle is more slender than her sister. She looks to be around your and Camie's age, with a more girlish figure and messy blonde hair. You only have to look her in the eyes to note the family resemblance, however. They're the same warm, enticing Naboonian brown as Dema's.

"Did these bastards hurt you?" Dema asks, cupping her little sister's face. The blonde shakes her head.

"Just frightened me, is all. But they clearly had a mind to do more. When they ambushed me, they threw me on the back of one of their speeders and just lit out. Didn't even check my bag for BD-5 here."

You can imagine such a droid would come in handy, when one had to escape from captivity.

"Wait, you have a BD unit?" you ask, a little gobsmacked. "That's a seriously rare droid!"

"Sure do!" Viquelle grins. "He was a gift from our father. I've always been good with droids, but BD's my best friend in the entire galaxy."

Dema makes the introductions and explains how you and your group saved her, then came along for the rescue mission.

"Thank you all so much. I don't know what would have happened to us if you hadn't come along!" Viquelle says with a courteous smile.

"We're just glad we could help." Camie smiles demurely, holding your rifle in one hand. It looks as if she got out of the encounter unscathed.

"You're heroes, all of you! You too, sis!" Viquelle beams, still held close to her sister's bosom. Camie shoots you a smile, raises her eyebrow. Clearly she was enjoying setting off on a path of adventurous heroism... even without, as yet, any princesses.

"We should take a look around." Rika says. "This place is huge, there could be tens of thousands of credits worth of stuff in here we could-"

"Screw that." Dema announces. "I'm getting Viqi back to the Hard Sell as soon as possible, and then we're getting off this miserable rock. You can come with us, if you want. Off-world, I mean. Alderaan's on our way."

Your group eventually decides to head back, though you can tell the scavenger in Rika hates to pass up such a fertile-looking trove, especially once it's been relieved of previous owners.

Still, you're thinking heading back to the Royce sisters' ship sounds pretty good right about now. If not for the rewards Dema promised, then just for finding something to put on your suddenly very tender face...