Exhausted and dehydrated almost to the point of death, Taggert crawled along the scorching hot Tatooinian sands along his belly with what little strength he could still muster.

It had been close to two days since he had a decent drink of water, and he had only survived this long because, from time to time, he would sit down in a shady, cool area, shit out a hat, and fire one of his ass blasters on the sand beneath him to collect precious water moisture into that hat. He would lick away what precious moisture he could use to keep himself above the point of death.

But now he just didn't have it in him anymore. If he didn't get two gallons of water in his system, he felt, he was going to die, and little water droplets weren't going to cut it anymore.

If there was a hell, Taggert thought, then he hoped he would meet Space Cop there and beat the shit out of him for all that he put him through in their ridiculous adventures.

As if in response to his thoughts, a large shadow fell over him. He looked up and found a sandcrawler looming large above him. The great vehicle stopped, and moments later, its ramp extended out from its left side.

Space Cop then walked out with an arrogant gait and headed over for his friend at a leisurely pace.

Taggert then let his head collapse against the sand, not in unconsciousness, but in irritation.

When Space Cop stood over him, the human said, "Artoo? Artoo-Detoo, it is you! It is you!"

"Yes, yes, we're on Tatooine and have ended up in practically the same situation as See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo," Taggert rasped indignantly. "Now get me some water."

"What's the magic word?" Space Cop asked in his mocking tone.

"Please?" Taggert growled.

"And?"

"Thank you."

"And?"

Taggert looked up at Space Cop in wonder. "And what?"

"Say, 'I'll suck your dick for you, Space Cop.'"

"What?!"

"Okay, okay, we'll get you some water," Space Cop said reluctantly. He turned back to look out to the two Jawas who stood on the ramp. He waved at them. "Hoo-teetee, hoo-teetee, teetee-teetee, titty-titty, Scarlett Johansson's massive tits!"

"Hoo-teetee!" both the Jawas responded before hurrying after Space Cop and Taggert to pick up the latter by his arms and legs before Space Cop followed the aliens back for the sandcrawler.

A little while later, after Taggert had been hydrated again as he sat down on a seat in the sandcrawler, he was then met not only by Space Cop, but two surprise guests.

"Fuckbot!" Taggert exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat and ran over to to his fuck buddy to hug him.

"Oh, Simon, I Have Missed You So!" Fuckbot replied as he embraced his lover.

Once they were done reveling in their embrace, Taggert stepped back as he fully took in the presence of their other guest.

"I Am Jiah Laiko," the Mandalorian introduced herself. "I had been tracking Fuckbot since Badda Snasniss took him from the two of you." She indicated both Taggert and Space Cop. "After I was assured that Snasniss and the Mandalorians that he had at his beck and call were dead, I went over to the space station where Fuckbot was and repaired him before returning here."

"But why did you do that?" Taggert asked, obviously suspicious.

"Because I need the help of all three of you," Laiko explained.

"For what?" Taggert inquired.

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Ever since Jaina strapped her to the Faux Harla's medbay examination table, Vestara felt no need to struggle; it was a pointless, futile endeavor, and she had been given a Force-repressing sedative, derived from the blood of ysalamari, that was concocted by Jedi Master Cilghal for just this kind of thing.

But now, as she felt lives wink out by the dozens, Vestara began to struggle.

Jar Jar was here. And she knew... She knew...

Something that Vestara didn't tell Jaina was that if either she or Tahiri Veila met Jar Jar...

Her train of thought was immediately cut off as she stopped struggling. She felt something terrifying stare back at the foot of her bed. Hesitantly, and reluctantly, she looked up to find an all-too familiar presence staring back at her.

Plinkett.

Immediately, the Sith went back to struggling, with more panic this time. Miraculously, however, even with the Force still repressed from her use, the straps broke like tissue paper and she rolled off the table to unceremoniously fall to the floor. She turned to her back and looked back at the medbay exit, where Plinkett was standing.

He wasn't there anymore.

Vestara had to tell Jaina, even if the Jedi would kill her for her escape. The Sith stood up and rushed for the exit, only to find it locked.

Of course the Fels would keep the door locked in case she escaped. Vestara rolled her eyes in annoyance. She then looked around for something to use to bust the door open with. Her lightsaber was out of the question, as it was neither on her belt nor was it anywhere else in the medbay. Jaina must have taken it as a safety precaution.

Now Vestara needed some other, more clever way to escape. A thought occurred to her, and she hurried over to the medical cabinet. If only...

Just as she found bottles of medicines that she knew could combine to form an acid against the door, the medbay exit opened behind her. She turned and found Jagged Fel pointing his blaster at her.

"We saw you on the vidcam," he said, using his free hand to point to a spot on the wall that Vestara failed to notice in her panic. "Now put the medicines down and nobody gets hurt."

"Fine, but, Jag, listen to me..." Vestara said as she placed the medicines down on the deck.

"Jaina said you might say that," Jag interrupted her. He then fired a stun bolt, and Vestara's consciousness faded to black as she collapsed against the medbay deck.