That evening, a distress flare goes up.

You're powering through the Dune Sea, making good time to Mos Eisley, when late into the evening, you see a distress flare rise high into the sky. The flares were a low-tech way for travellers to signal others for help. Out in the wilds, potentially hundreds of miles from anything resembling civilisation, your speeder broke down, and you were as good as dead.

"We should go check that out." Camie said, in a concerned tone. You yourself are not so sure. You wouldn't put it past Tuskens or other neerdowells to fact a distress signal, in order to pray on anyone who came to lend assistance.

Despite your better judgement, soon you're parking up, not too far from the flare. Ben stays with the droids, to defend them should anything go awry, while you sneak towards the flare, your battered blaster in your hands, Camie by your side.