You awake in a cell, a dusty holding room that has a strange must to it. You've recently been taken captive by Gorbo the Hutt, one of many lesser Hutt lords trying to muscle into the power vacuum left by Jabba the Hutt following his death. For some reason or another you've made an enemy of the Hutt. As you stand and look into the other cells, you take note of other prisoners...

The first one is the most striking. It's a beautiful Twi'lek woman, lavender skin and a curvy figure, dressed in little more than a lose fishnet slingshot outfit and similarly baggy fishnet leggings. Only a black fundoshi holds it together. She wears a black headdress/harness with a chin strap typical of Twi'lek attire. A metal collar with a black rope leash is clamped to her neck, and her feet are bare. She seems to be a slave girl, and the poor thing is trembling. Being a Twi'lek, of course, she has no hair and two Lekku on her head, tail-like organs made of flesh and brain tissue.

In the cell beside her is a hulking Devaronian, a large yellow skinned man with a bald head and bushy beard. His yellow eyes seem soft, his nose is bulbous, and he seems a bit rotund. Even his horns are smaller than average, giving him a docile appearance. His robes are simple and his large bare feet leave impressions in the sand on the floor.

The final cell holds a pig-like Gamorrean Guard, green skinned and tusked. He is the first to speak, or rather squeal. You don't understand Gamorrean squeals and grunts, but he certainly seems upset to be in his cell.

"Ah, good-afternoon stranger," The Devaronian greets. "Ohmon Charr, monk of the Dagoyan Order. Unfortunate circumstances to meet I'm afraid. The prison block of a Sail Barge en route to the Pit of Carkoon is a poor location to make friends.."

The young Twi'lek woman gives a whimper and turns away, her Lekku flailing gently with the movement of her head.

"Don't mind the lass, she's just scared," Ohmon explained in a gentle tone. "She's not much of a talker, but she told me her name is Uwa. The Gamorrean is Gnash."

Gnash grunts, seemingly in confirmation of his name. It seems the Monk can understand pig.

"Well, I'd say a plan is in order," the Devaronian decided. "Unless you'd like to be thrown into the Pit of Carkoon and be digested for a thousand years in the belly of a Sarlacc."

It seems that Gorbo the Hutt plans to execute all four of you. Now it is up to you what you choose to do...