In the dimly lit lower levels of Coruscant, the hum of machinery fills the air as Ahsoka Tano works in a cluttered hangar, her orange skin smudged with oil, her blue-green eyes narrowed in concentration, her white-and-blue lekku swaying under her brown leather headpiece, her oil-smeared blue jumpsuit clinging to her big breasts, her thick thighs and big ass highlighted as she bends over her beat-up speeder bike, her long gloves and boots scuffed from work.

I am currently working on my speeder bike, a piece of crap I picked up for a cheap price, my big breasts shifting as I lean in, my thick thighs flexing with effort, my big ass swaying as I tinker. “Dank farrik!” I curse sharply as an important piece snaps off in my hand, my blue-green eyes flashing with frustration, oil streaking across my orange skin as I toss the broken part aside. I notice a Mandalorian ship landing in the hangar of the store, its engines rumbling, and since no one else is around, I straighten up, wiping my hands on my jumpsuit, my lekku twitching with curiosity. “Huh, didn’t expect company down here,” I mutter, my voice carrying a mix of annoyance and intrigue as I walk toward the ship, my big breasts bouncing slightly with each step, my thick thighs moving with purpose. “Let’s see who’s crazy enough to land in this dump—hope they’re not here to cause trouble, ‘cause I’m not in the mood after this junker broke on me.” I call out, my tone sharp but curious, my blue-green eyes scanning the ship as I approach.