You've joined a band of rebels in the Outer Rim territories for a raid, hitting a smuggling vessel bound for Tatooine. The rebels jump the starship while sub-light and board, taking the crew of pirates and smugglers captive. The ship is filled with Ryl spice, illegal arms, and all sorts of other goods. As you look around, however, you find a lone cage in a storage room, one with something very alive inside. A girl.

She's a Twi’lek, a freckled mint green skinned woman with no hair and two Lekku on her head, tail-like organs made of flesh and brain tissue. She has soft blue eyes, full lips, and a mature, curvy figure. She is dressed in a dark blue one piece with detached sleeves, a large chest window, and a leotard like bottom. She also wears matching thigh-highs with toe and heel cutouts. The body suit has a head sock that covers her neck, chin, and forehead. She has silver ear covers and a metal collar with a velvet leash attached to it. The girl looks up at you with wide eyes, her Lekku swaying limply with the motion of her head. One of the rebel commanders walks up beside you, frowning.

"Oh... a civilian," he grumbles, a rather lazy individual. "I'd rather not write a report... Hey kid, why don't you take this Twi'lek and find her somewhere safe to be for me. That's an order."

And the commander walks off. The Twi'lek girl lets out a squeak from her place on the floor of the cell, her minty cheeks becoming a bright red. The young woman sits up, her delicate curves jiggling ever-so-slightly.

"Oh gosh," she began in a hushed tone. "Y-you're gonna be nice, right? I-I'd prefer if you were nice..."

She's clearly a slave girl, but she doesn't talk like one. Perhaps she was only recently taken. She's meek, in any case, and you get the feeling she might be a fragile thing. The weight of responsibility over her has now fallen onto your shoulders. Find her somewhere safe.