Mos Espa - Scrapheap

Long, dark shadows poured over the city rooftops, shrouding them in a welcome respite from the blazing heat of the twin suns. Another day was coming to a close, and a new night was ready to begin as the stores started closing up and securing their inventories. The Cantina's began lighting up their Holosigns a few levels brighter.

Dashlaa stood mesmerized as the landscape swapped its scathing orange hue for the cool blue air of a modern city... as modern as Tatooine could get, at any rate. She wanted to call Luke to watch it with her, but she knew it would be best to give him his space.

Luke sat upon a crate of Plasteel, a large rucksack resting between his legs, arms folded as his face was hidden beneath a Dirty Blonde fringe, his mind still coming to terms with their situation. Ahsoka knew as well as she did to give Luke his space. Dash saw her mother in the scrapper's yard, discussing a payment for Luke's T-16 that had flown them from the Homestead.

A Homestead no longer... charred remains, sand melted to glass, bones and smoking ruins was what greeted the Trio after they fled Anchorhead. The Inquisitors had made a visit, likely what had led them to Dashlaa's shop in the first place, in search of the droids. They didn't want the message to reach Ahsoka, and the only family Luke had paid the price for this.

Dashlaa wanted to give him that space, but she could never sit idly by or let things 'play out'. She couldn't help herself seeing him like this, so she turned from the city sights and walked over to seat herself next to the Farmhand, not really knowing the words to say to comfort him at this time, simply taking his hand in her own, giving it a light squeeze. A simple gesture to say 'I'm here for you.' is better than any words ever could.

It broke Luke out of his trance as he glanced up, brushing his hair aside and offering the young Togruta a weak smile, squeezing the hand in kind, likewise saying nothing. He didn't know what could be said either to ease the tension. It is best to wait for Ahsoka to give them some guidance.

They didn't expect that guidance to be the cloak-wrapped Jedi returning, cursing in Huttesee, jingling a pouch of Credits. Since the Empire's formation and missions to extend their outreach to the Outter-Rim, Imperial Credits had become a more utilized currency, especially now that some of the black markets had become far more legitimate in the light of the new Pro-Slavery government.

"Not enough for a new ship, enough perhaps to get us off-world to Alderaan at the very least. Vultures out here, anything to avoid parting with a credit..." Ahsoka grumbled. They didn't have the time to argue about pricing when on the run, nor the luxury to steal a ship. They'd be flagged almost immediately, and with an Inquisitor planetside, there's likely a Star Destroyer in orbit to intercept them. "...we can get more money, maybe a few contacts at-." Ahsoka hesitated. Luke knew just 'where' she was going to say. He resisted glancing at Dash but noticed that Ahsoka had failed to do so.

"Where?" Dash inquired, puzzled.

"Work," Ahsoka grumbled, the darkening sky helping somewhat to hide the blush that came over her face. Luke saw it... he could even feel it. His eyes trailed down slowly, beneath the cloak, beneath the layers of leather, her skin flushed everywhere, her core heated, she... got turned on by that.

The sensation perplexed Luke. It was almost the same as how he felt when he caught Dashlaa. Like a flavour on the tip of his tongue, the air tasted of Togrutan. And now it tasted of her Milf of a Mother. He thanked the small mercies of this new sensation, prying his mind from his morbid afternoon.

"Is it safe? Won't a defence company turn us in if they find out we're wanted by the Empire?" Dashlaa exclaimed, showing unexpected caution and a healthy deal of confusion. No doubt she knew her mother would already know such an idea would be reckless.

"It's... okay, trust me." Ahsoka sighed, reaching out a hand to rest upon Luke's shoulder, another resting upon her Daughters. "Just stay close and do as I say. Everything is going to be fine."

Mos Espa - Lekku Licker

They walked the streets for an hour. Usually, they would be at their destination within minutes, but Imperials were on patrol, searching for fugitives. They had no pictures to display, instead on the hunt by description alone. A Protocol and Astromech droid, two Togruta and a Human. There was not a great deal to go by in the city of Mos Espa. Tens of thousands of people from hundreds of varying species. Thousands more droids lined the streets. Ahsoka didn't take any chances, keeping the group to back-alleys, staying in shadows where possible, keeping hoods up and cloaks on as they snaked their way through the city streets, avoiding patrols and wandering probe droids.

Eventually, they stepped around a corner familiar to Luke, realizing they were drawing closer to Ahsoka's employment. The strip-club Lekku Lickers. His face was awash in a vast blue and red glow, mixing with a purple light shining above the building. A small crowd of patrons gathered outside. Ahsoka kept her gaze forward, refusing to break her focus to look at Dashlaa, who stood perplexed as they approached the club.

"Hey, I'm all for a party... but why are we here?" She asked. Ahsoka was silent, making no response, face becoming even more flushed as the sensations overwhelmed Luke.

'She's getting off on this?' He pondered, but just as the thought passed through his mind, Ahsoka's gaze shot towards his own, half scared, half angry. As if she just heard him say it out loud.

"Work.." She swallowed, her glare short-lived as she turned away from the pair, staring at the club door and advancing through the crowd.

"You work... here? Oh, as a bouncer?" She tilted her head slightly, smiling, not from joy but from apparent relief. "That explains why you were always so vague about it!" Dash laughed, following her, taking Luke by the hand and pulling him, with R2 and C3PO following silently behind.

"Lady Tano! Welcome back!" The Bouncer called out, pushing a few Patrons to the side with two left arms to clear a path to the door for her. "Ah and young Luke? Here to recover your Uncle again, oh I see you're not alone, got yourself a Girlfriend eh?" She chuckled.

"No, she's my Daughter Lez... I need to see the boss, not here to work." Ahsoka gave a stern glare to the Basilisk, silently threatening her to hold her comments for the time being. A threat quickly understood.

"Oh, uh... yeah, she's in her office. You can uh... head o-" but before she could finish, Ahsoka stepped through the door, quickly followed by her posse. Luke gazed upon the ground, hiding his own flush face from the curious Bouncer. Dashlaa flashed her a grin and whispered. "He's absolutely my boyfriend."

They followed Ahsoka down the corridors, passing by several silk curtain doors. The walls were lined with various arts and holographs of exotic, erotic women in compromising, tasteful and tasteless positions, nothing compared to the very real, and very nude women that could be glimpsed behind some of the closed doors, or behind the curtains of various rooms.

A haven of whores, Dashlaa almost felt at home, the only member of the three to shamelessly glance around, and act like she was enjoying herself. She reminded Luke of her mother, an air of confidence like no other, but just now Ahsoka was mortified, to have her daughter in such a den of iniquity. She had always tried to shelter Dash from this side of her life.

Their lives were on the line now, and mere shame could no longer keep her from doing what had to be done.

They stopped before an ornate, windowless door, Ahsoka lifted a fist to knock upon the wood, hesitating before speaking over her shoulder. "Say nothing." She ordered before hammering upon the door.

"Come in!" A familiar voice to Luke came from the door, the Matron of the Club.

The door slowly creaked open, revealing a somewhat small, well-decorated office, within which were multiple filing cabinets, a desk and three chairs. Behind the desk sat a short, plump, fur-covered woman, her hair flourished in a very lavish, well-pampered black flow draping over her shoulders, grazing the fur that lined two huge, tightly packed breasts quashed under a tight corset.

The Cathar matron Shala.

"Ahsoka! Oh, I wasn't expecting you until next week, can't keep aw-" She purred in a slow, lust-laden tone as if every word was an attempt to undress a person through vibration alone, yet she was cut short as Ahsoka jumped in quickly before too much could be revealed to Dashlaa.

"Indeed no! Hey, have you met my daughter Dashlaa?" Ahsoka all but shouted, turning slightly to show the Togruta still in the doorway, who offered a somewhat awkward wave.

"Sup." Was all the teen could say, with a curt nod.

"Indeed..." The Cathar seemed perplexed, blinking, glancing back to Ahsoka with a raised brow. She made a habit of reading people, and it was clear that Ahsoka was trying to keep a lid on her duties from her daughter. "...shall we talk in private? You two can wait here, keep your droids outside.."

Ahsoka offered a nod, and mouthed a silent 'thank you' before stepping aside, letting Luke and Dash enter the room before she stepped out into the hall. "Don't leave this room until we return." She gestured with a finger, pointing to the youths ever so sternly.

"Indeed, listen to your mother... good to see you again Luke." She smirked, reaching a hand out to stroke a single, clawed finger along the Farmhand's chin as she followed Ahsoka through the door, closing it tight behind her.

"You're uh... a regular of this place then?" Dash queried as she wandered through the office, grabbing items at random, and inspecting the new environment. "Getting to know all flavours of the 'Alien Trash' huh?"

She seemed hurt by the idea, her tones, her body language, the faint glaze in her eyes, the beginnings of a tear perhaps. But again, that strange feeling, the sensations that Luke now noticed... she was lying, she found the idea of him sleeping around arousing, yet wanted to appear hurt.

"I've never hired any of the women here Dash. I was usually here to drag my drunk uncle out." Luke didn't want to call her on it just yet, after all, what if he got the 'feeling' wrong?

"Usually? What else would you be doing here then I wonder." She posed the question, a little more teasingly, as if lightly urging Luke towards a more suggestive answer.

"Seeing the sights." He retorted, vague yet suggestive enough, hopefully enough to satisfy at the moment. Dash scoffed, spinning in the chair towards the filing cabinets, flagrantly opening it and rummaging through the files.

She began scooping out files, glancing through them. Luke stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. "What is it?"

"Employee records." Luke froze as she said it, taking a much closer look. The record was of a dancer, it held several sheets, client lists, special talents, credits made, and special perversions. It listed all the special kinks, and erotic acts the employee would be willing to perform for payment.

Luke quickly turned to look inside the cabinet while Dash was busy reading, brushing through the alphabetized rows before coming across 'T' for 'Tano. Ass-oka'. He slowly reached down to quietly scoop up the file without Dashlaa's notice, and slip it into his rucksack. Mercifully it escaped her gaze, too focused on the erotic detailing her current file listed.

"Some of this is kriffed up." She muttered with an almost drooling grin. "I'm gonna make a list."

"A list for what?"

"For us to try later." She turned, grinning before her eyes lit up. "Ooh, I wonder if Mom's file is here somewhere?" She spun, flicking through the cabinet once more. She tilted her head as her finger sunk into a gap when she reached 'T'.

"No one works here with a surname of T." She hummed.

"Maybe she's in a different cabinet since she's a bouncer?" Luke tried to reason.

"Then why is there a section marked for 'T'?" She pointed to the little marker, glancing up at him, raising a hairless brow.

"Maybe... uh... it's just a standard letter for the cabinet?" Luke hesitated, avoiding eye contact. His new power helped him spot a lie, but it didn't make him any better and telling them.

"Maybe, except 'U' and 'X' are missing, and amazingly 'D'... there's no personnel with those initials and they removed them?" She pointed to several spots in the cabinet, spinning her chair a little further to face him, slowly folding her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up.

"That's weird..." Luke shrugged, pursing his lips.

"Luke? What does my mother do here?" Her eyes squinted, a single bare thigh raising into the air to fold over the other.

"She... bounces." He swallowed, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck, glancing to the door, pondering if he should simply make a run for it, his vision was soon obscured by a deep yellow foot, inches from his face as the toes flexed, curling to stroke against his cheek.

Dash slowly tickled her feet against him, running it along the length of his jaw to push his face towards her, trying to both hold eye contact with him, as well as try to weaken his resolve with the arousing gesture. She would never understand why, but he seemed to respond well to her feet.

"Luke... give me my mother's file." She asked in a soft, sultry tone as her toes brushed slowly over his lips, he instinctively lifted a hand to try and clasp her ankle but it was harshly kicked aside as it did. "File." She demanded.

Luke sighed, leaning his face lightly against her foot before reaching behind him to the backpack, slowly pulling the stolen file from the flap and offering it out. As she reached up to take it, he pulled it away sharply, batting her leg aside and standing between her knees. Holding the file above her, just out of arms reach. Pushing her down as she tried to stand up.

"Well, this is a house of whores... if you want something, you gotta give something..." Luke growled in a somewhat suggestive tone.

"Wh- what do you want?" She furrowed her brow, his voice tickling the back of her mind, his assertiveness drawing back those warm, tingly sensations she felt back in the shop. She was always so self-assured, but there was something about him, about this Farmboy that just made her quiver when he tried.

"Tits for tat..." He smirked, seemingly pleased with his little quip. "On your knees, and I'll start reading." He tucked the file under his arm, pulled his backpack off and dumped it on the floor. His gaze fell first to Dashlaa's chest, smirking as she began to unzip her jacket, before meeting her gaze, gesturing silently to the little crevice that sat beneath the desk.

She smirked, knowing just what he had in mind, as she tossed her Jacket aside, pulling her shirt up to reveal her glistening, sweat-speckled breasts as she began tucking herself in and under the desk, reaching up a hand to pull down his own tan pants and fish his thick, flaccid cock free. Pawing at it, stroking it to life as he seated himself upon the office chair, where she once was.

Pulling himself closer to the desk, with his white cock clasped tight in her golden paw, without much delay or teasing, sinking quickly between her open lips as she snaked his meat deep between her lips, lathering it with her tongue, mumbling and moaning around his shaft almost impatiently, wanting him to start reading already.

Luke kept his own hands occupied, resting the file atop the desk, pulling the cover open as he felt himself growing firmer, larger, within her jaws, the tip kissing the back of her throat with a choked gag rising from the table, as he tried to focus on the document and began to read through it.

"Tano. Ahsoka. Posting: Dancer, Whore." As he read the word, she coughed, choking on his shaft and pulling her head back to try and catch her breath, much to his amusement as he snickered. Reaching a hand down to grab one of her horns, pulling sharply against it to shove her back onto his meat, ramming himself into her throat as she gagged, twitching, continuing to read as he felt the first leaking spurt of his pre-cum pours against her wriggling tongue.

"Stage name: Ass-soka, Species: Togruta, Residence: Mos Espa, Special Talents: Unmatched flexibility, immense pain tolerance, remarkable cock sucking speed." He continued to relay the erotic file of her mother's dick-sucking potential, while her own lips were clasped tight upon his own. It seemed to spur her on, as if it was a challenge of sorts as soon her head was bobbing, and bobbing rapidly, her throat clasping tight around his shaft, visibly bulging through her neck as she hammered her lips against his crotch, kissing his pubic hair as her eyes rolled up, locking to his own.

"Now I know where you get your apparent talents from, your mother is a literal cock-sucking whore." He sneered, looking at her. It was harder to tell with his mind devoid of blood, it going to better places to fuel his raging erection growing in her throat, he could tell even still that her thighs were twitching, her hips were grinding against the tight leather of her own shorts, she was fingering herself by the soft sounds of her squelching fingers jammed deep down her pants, and the smell of her soaked panties rising into the air, mixing with the stench of the club. No one would notice one more drenched cunt in a rainforest of raw sex.

"Limitations: Not yet found, Special Notes: Cannot climax without taboo?" Luke posed it like a question, tilting his head slightly reading further on, the file genuinely taking his attention away from the teen-bombshell gagging herself on his cock.

He stopped reading as he looked through the notes, there seemed to be little protest from beneath the desk, as she was likely caught up in her own lust

'Humiliation, degradation, and shameful situations seem to be the only way to truly arouse Tano. It's noted that simple sex without any of these kinks, will not allow her to climax. Also to be noted, is that with sufficient arousal, Lady Tano doesn't seem to be able to say no. Suspected trauma-induced 'lust-brain'.

'Like mother, like daughter.' he thought, pushing the file closed as his head fell back, giving up on reading as he gave into the sensations of the tight, warmth grip around his shaft, watching Dashlaa suck down on the cock, that only hours ago was pummeling her cunt, and hours before that was burrowed in her own mothers snatch. He hadn't showered once in all that... the mere thought of Dashlaa, unknowingly guzzling on her own mother's juices...

"Having fun?" A sultry voice at the door purred out, Luke almost jumped out of his skin as he looked up. Matron Shala stood at the door, peeking inside before she stepped into the room, plopping herself down on the other side of the desk. Dash froze all the same, cock lodged as deep as it could go, cutting off her air. She didn't pull back, unsure if she could do so without gagging and revealing her position.

"You shouldn't be going through other people's files without their permission." She hummed, reaching over to pull the file across the desk, and turning it around to begin examining. Luke prayed to every god in the galaxy, that she wouldn't lean over the desk, or wander around to see the sight. The daughter of her number one whore, keeping up the family business.

"I couldn't help myself... had to see for myself." Luke improvised, swallowing and lightly tapping his fingers against the desk, trying to hold off his climax, distracting himself as best he could.

"Oh, I'm well aware of how you love to 'see for yourself'." She whispered with a soft growl. "Been too long since I've felt your tongue Luke... you really should visit more." She grinned a wide, fang-filled grin, glancing back to the file, and closing it up. "Lady Tano interests you? Here I figured you were more interested in her daughter... if she wasn't occupied just now with a few smugglers, I'd let you pay for her services."

"No, no, Dashlaa and I are just friends... I think she left to ogle some guys actually. Best to go find her." He suggested, trying to urge her prompt exit, as he felt Dashlaa's grip on his knees grow weaker by the second as her throat clasped tighter, and tighter upon his meat as she suffocated herself further.

"Mhm... indeed, maybe I should go look for her." She slowly pushed herself to her feet, resting her paws on the desk as she leaned forward. "First things first though, give mommy a kiss..." She growled softly, the soft glow of her amber eyes fading away as they closed, waiting for him to lean in and meet her.

Luke, hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should, in front of Dashlaa before feeling the roll of Dashlaa's tongue against his tip as it shivered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she was seconds from passing out. He pushed his hesitation aside as he quickly leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, lifting his arms to grasp softly upon her furred cheeks, feeling the cat-woman stuff her tongue between his lips, lapping against his own as it raked it with small barbs. She grabbed his hands and pushed them down to her huge, fuzzy breasts, pushing her corset down to let them bounce free and land within his fingers.

Before he could react, she stood, holding the kiss as she hopped over the desk, landing upon its edge as she slid down from it, landing her ass on the back of Dashlaa's head, shoving her down the last inch and truly strangling her upon his cock. "Found her." She growled, into his mouth as she grinded her exposed pussy against Dash's Lekku.

She knew the whole time, of course, she knew the whole time, and now Luke was pinned under her weight, Dashlaa was pinned under her crotch, as she fucked her brain tails down into Lukes's cock, just as the last of her air faded and she passed out entirely around his shaft, letting out a gurgling sigh and going limp. The sight of her eyes, rolling to the back of her skull, of the plump feline-lady grinding her helpless head around his cock, her breasts soft and squishy in his grip and her tongue deep in his mouth. He finally found his own climax.

Her gurgling was replaced by a wetter, splashing spray of cum stuffing down her throat, filling her belly quickly and spurting messily back from her lips, pouring from her nostrils, mixing with the teary mascara that ruined her face as she knelt, drowning in his baby-batter just as Shala pulled back from the kiss, cradling his head into her breasts.

"Mmm, good boy... keep her nice and full." She purred into his ear. "And be sure to never go through my things again... or I'll tell her mother what you did to her." She leaned back, smirking at him before giving him a light peck on the nose. "And I'll tell her what you've been doing to her mother."

The colour drained from Luke's face, as much as the blue colour was overcoming Dashlaa's. The Cathar lifted her hips slowly, reaching down to drag her up by a horn, unclogging her throat of the cock and dropping her, letting her limp form collapse to the floor with a dull thud.

Before Luke could even look at Dashlaa, he erupted in another deep moan as he felt the tight confines of her folds envelop his cum-slathered cock as she rammed her hips down against him, bouncing upon his fresh-sucked fuck-rod.

"Mgghmm... fuck... why's a runt like you got the cock of a god?" She snarled slamming her ass down against his thighs, the soft fur of her body dulling the meaty slaps that otherwise would echo through the room. "Fucking a mommy and her own flesh and blood behind each others backs... such a bad boy." She tilted her head back to the ceiling, huffing and snarling without restraint, enough to seep through the walls and joined the muffled moans and cries that ran throughout the halls of the whorehouse.

Luke tried to sense her, to tap into the sensations he felt with Dash and Ahsoka, to no avail. He felt drained, aroused, too much focus on the tickling sensations of his cock, plunged deep in a Cathar whore. He needed more practice no doubt, Ahsoka seemed to sense it too, that glare as if she heard him. She might know more.

"Alright we've got tran- Oh fuck!" Ahsoka cried as she came through the door, getting an eyeful of Cathar ass, plunged deep around a thick, farmboy cock as Luke peered over her shoulder, face twisted in ecstasy as the Femme-feline pummelled her hips against his crotch. The room reeked of sex, far stronger than it did coming in, Ahsoka turned her head, averting her eyes, only hearing the sound of the dulled slaps, the moans of her boss and the groans of Luke. "Luke!"

"Sorry, Ahsok-" Luke began, a crack ringing through the air as Shala slapped him, growling.

"Say it properly." She hissed, still hammering her hips down.

"Sorry Mommy," Luke grumbled, feeling his balls churning as he addressed Ahsoka, his gaze falling to Dashlaa, who lay unconscious on the floor still, her bare tits, rising and falling, breathing, and thankfully still concealed under the desk.

"L- Luke... we've got... transport." She stuttered, glancing back into the room, watching from the corner of her eye as Luke fell to the mercy of his climax, the cry of the young Skywalker ringing through the air, just as Shala met his climax with her own, roaring viciously as her hips clenched tight, claws stabbing out into the wood of the chair as she clamped upon him, and the thick, raw scent of his cum pumping deep into her womb wafting over to Ahsoka, it almost made her double over, the smell of Skywalker cum, seeping into her brain, urging her towards a breeding overdrive.

"Where's Dash?" She huffed, clutching tight against the door handle, grinding her hips softly against the frame.

"Bathroom." Shala gasped out, grinding angrily against the spasming cock, pumping her full of Human baby batter, throwing her into a fit of purrs as she snuggled into Luke.

"I'll go get her..." She quickly ducked her head and stepped away from the door, closing it behind her, and not a moment too soon, as shortly thereafter Dashlaa shot upright, sitting on her ass and gasping, coughing and vomiting up a small puddle of cum onto the floor. She crawled on her hands and knees as she wearily righted herself, climbing up onto the desk to steady herself. She finds herself then face to face with Shala, half-nude and firmly planted upon Luke.

"Welcome back sleepy head... your mother is looking for you." She grinned, running her tongue so suddenly against Dashlaa's lips, lapping up the cum that drooled from her nose. "And if you're ever looking for a job, let me know... I know a few perverts who'd wanna fuck a mom and daughter as a duo."

Before Dashlaa could retort, she heard Ahsoka down the corridor, calling her name, searching for her daughter. Quickly Dash grabbed her jacket, straightening herself out and wiping the semen from her face, lapping it down and swallowing before heading to the door. She stopped short and ran back to the couple, throwing Shala a death stare as she leaned in and shoved her lips against Luke's taking him in a deep, forceful kiss, all the while glaring at the Feline upon him. Marking her territory almost, before breaking the kiss and running back for the door.

Mos Espa - Private Port

The moon was well overhead, as they arrived at the private starport. On official records, it was a mechanics shop, yet to the underworld, it was a private port for smugglers and disreputable bounty hunters. Ahsoka said she had secured them transport off-world, a pair of smugglers willing to take them to Alderaan. There was a debate about price, but supposedly Ahsoka figured out a 'deal'.

"This piece of junk was really the best option?" Dashlaa pondered, staring at the dishevelled, half-wrecked and all-round dirty Corellian Freighter.

"This piece of junk is your ticket out of here. And as fugitives, you should be more grateful I'm even bothering!" called back a voice from the Gangway. A rather handsome, rugged man descended along it, thumbs in his belt as he observed the passengers.

"Next stop Alderaan. All aboard." Called Han Solo, gesturing the way forward. "Quickly if possible, Imperial chatter is going crazy, something is up. Make your way to a chair and strap in."

Without much delay the Two-gruta's the Farmboy and droid's made their way up the ramp, followed by the Captain.

"If we're such a bother, why are you even taking us?" Dash pondered, following her fellows through the circular corridors.

"I need the credits, and the benefits were too good to pass up." He snickered, diverting down a separate corridor towards the cockpit, leaving them to enter a lounge room, with chairs, a sofa, a Dejarik table and various crates and consoles. "Hurry up and strap in!" called the voice from the cockpit, followed by a bestial snarl. "Not yet pal, when we're in Hyperspace, keep it in your pants."

Another roaring, almost chastising tone echoed through the corridors, the roar of a Wookiee.

"Figure of speech, keep it in your Bandolieer then."

Dash turned her gaze to her mother, interrogating her with the stare as they all sat themselves down, strapping in for the takeoff. Ahsoka met her eyes only for a brief moment, slowly swivelling her chair around to avoid her daughter's shameful stare.

"Wow..." was all Dash could say as her mother all but confirmed it, Luke however still seemed out of the loop, raising a brow to Dash as he noticed the tension between the Togruta.

"What?" Luke whispered to her, leaning in, trying to be subtle about his curiosity. Dash however didn't feel any need to be subtle.

"She's gonna let the pilots spit-roast her as means of payment..." Dash seemed to almost accuse Ahsoka of the act, spitting it out with a strange amount of vitriol.

Luke felt Ahsoka's shame, undercut by her arousal, her own daughter slut-shaming her, but he felt her hurt, it felt like his own, he hissed in Dashlaa's face. "Hey, she's doing what she has to, to keep us safe..."

Before she could retort, the ship lurched as it rose into the air. The artificial gravity hadn't kicked in just yet as they felt their straps tighten against them, preventing them from rolling around the ship, and after a few moments, they stabilized as the gravity came online. Heading out into orbit finally. Luke quickly unstrapped himself and made a run for the cockpit, leaving behind the family drama, he didn't want it to sour the mood of this milestone... his very first foray into space.