This one feels like some horny nerd finally snapped during a Star Wars marathon and said, “fuck it, I’m making my own space porn.” You’re basically a scruffy nobody drifting around a very familiar galaxy that is totally not copyrighted, trying to make money, pull jobs, and slowly corrupt a bunch of Jedi girls who should absolutely not be alone with you in a locked room. There’s this cheap smuggler vibe to everything: backwater cantinas, shitty little side deals, coded messages, passwords that look like they were scribbled on a napkin after too much beer. Half the time I felt like I was playing some cracked version a friend sent on Discord, even though it’s just how the game is written. That ugly charm kind of works. You’re not a hero, you’re not a chosen one, you’re a guy who figures out you can push people with the Force and also push their morals until they start doing filthy things for you. Star Wars fantasy, but not the “save the galaxy” one, the “fuck the galaxy” one.

The girls are the real point, of course. They start off with that clean Jedi attitude, calm and moral and all that, then you grind their resistance down with training scenes, stupid errands, and those awkward “meditation” sessions that are 10 percent philosophy and 90 percent “oops I touched your thigh again.” Those CG scenes are where the game stops pretending and just goes full-on hentai brain: robes sliding open, lightsabers forgotten, a lot of messy facial expressions where they clearly don’t know if they should be ashamed or just moan louder. There is this moment early on when you finally get one of them alone in your ship’s crappy little cabin after doing some scam with a smuggler password, and she’s acting all formal, standing straight, talking about “discipline,” and you realize the dialogue wheel quietly shifted from teacher mode to “make her strip for ‘focus’ practice.” It’s ridiculous, and also hot, and also morally awful, and the game never really pretends it’s anything else. Sometimes it even throws you these awkward choices like, “Do you respect her boundaries” next to “Use the Force to make her horny,” and you already know what kind of game you clicked, so yeah.

There’s a nice little thrill when you punch in some code like INDIANATK or whisper a word like Nispack to the right shady character and suddenly a door opens, a new CG set unlocks, or a Jedi girl “accidentally” loses her top during a sparring session. It feels like cheating on a test you didn’t study for. The pacing is weird as hell: you might spend forever talking, grinding a bit of money, bouncing between planets, then bam, one scene where you have her kneeling between your legs in a dimly lit cargo hold, trying not to be heard by the crew. Then it cools down again and you’re stuck clicking through dialogue like some horny accountant. I wish the smuggler side of the game had more bite. You keep hearing about shady deals and dangerous runs, but most of the time it’s just menu choices and the occasional “job success” line, and then you’re back to seducing space nuns with fancy swords. But then again, I opened it for porn, not space economics, so maybe that’s fine. The whole thing feels half trashy fanfic, half dirty little puzzle about how far you can push a Jedi before she starts begging you to use the Force on her in ways the council would absolutely not approve. It’s crude, unpolished, and kind of exactly what it wants to be.

I’m typing this from my office with Slack open in the other window, pretending I’m editing a spreadsheet while actually replaying dialogue in my head from this filthy little space VN. The Pilot drops you straight into being this hotshot rebel pilot who’s supposed to be all “serious war hero”, but let’s be real: the only thing I cared about after ten minutes was how fast I could piss off command and end up alone in a hangar with a certain green-skinned Twi’lek captain and an overly curious blue asari scientist. It’s like someone smashed Mass Effect and Star Wars together in a horny blender, then forgot to clean the mess, and I mean that as a compliment and an insult at the same time. Sometimes the story hits surprisingly hard, then one click later you’re choosing if you want to make a snarky remark while your pants are already suspiciously tight.

What really got me is how the game pretends to be this deep moral journey, with “freedom” and “truth” and all that big talk, but every time I had a big choice my brain went: “Ok but which path gets me naked alien sooner.” There’s a scene early where you’re in the cockpit, stars stretching by, your ship half broken, and Liara-style blue girl is on the comm trying to “run a scan” on you. Dialogue goes from professional to horny in like three lines. I clicked the flirty answer just to see what happens and suddenly she’s talking about how human pilots have “excellent physical stamina” and I’m sitting at my desk pretending to cough so no one hears me laugh. Then later, when you finally meet her in person, the game pulls this slow build, real sci-fi nerd chat about relics and ancient tech, and I’m thinking, wow, pretty solid lore here actually, then the camera just hard-zooms on her tits and my brain resets. It’s dumb. I loved it. I hated that I loved it. Then I loved that I hated that I loved it. Anyway.

The best part for me is when you’re stuck between the blue archaeologist type and the Twi’lek pilot who very clearly could fly a fighter better than you even while riding your dick. There’s a mission briefing where Hera style lady is all business, talking strategy, but the CG keeps slipping her top a bit too low, lekku almost brushing your shoulder. You can choose the professional reply, sure, but if you pick the more cocky option she gives you this look that basically says “I’m going to ride you after the mission, if you survive.” Then the game actually makes you play out that survival, with choices that feel like they matter in the moment, but in the back of your mind you’re thinking, “If I fuck up here do I lose the scene where she pins me to the bunk and uses me like a joystick?” Also there is this tiny thing that drove me crazy: one of the cockpit buttons is labelled in a way that absolutely no pilot would ever use, like “Aux Thruster Button 2” or something stupid, and I stared at it every time it appeared and it pulled me out of the mood for two seconds, then alien boobs appeared and I forgot again. The game is horny, clumsy, surprisingly emotional in random spots, and full of those “shit, I shouldn’t have picked that answer but damn that was hot” moments that you remember later when you’re trying to focus in a Teams meeting.

This one feels like someone took all the “casting couch” memes, smashed them right into Star Wars, then decided Ahsoka’s Jedi path should go straight through a sleazy holo-studio instead of a temple. You’re not some faceless camera drone, you’re basically the guy running the casting session, poking at dialogue choices while this cocky, sharp-tongued Togruta girl tries to impress the “order” with… let’s say very non-canon talents. It starts pretty tame, like a weird fanfilm: basic questions about her training, her attitude, why she thinks she’s ready. But the tone slides really fast. One minute you’re picking whether to be the “professional” type or the smug bastard with power issues, next minute she’s on that couch, legs spread, lekku slightly trembling, giving that pissed-off but turned-on glare that only a hentai Ahsoka can pull off.

The visual novel setup is simple, which actually works. No pointless minigames, no grinding for points, just scenes that branch depending on how hard you push her or how much you pretend to care. And the cutscenes are weirdly charming in their own trashy way. You can see where the artist rushed, some angles are stiff, but then you hit a CG where her orange skin is glistening, cum dripping off her face, and the lighting around her montrals is just right, and it suddenly feels like they blew the whole schedule on that single shot. I loved the expressions, by the way. Ahsoka goes from cocky padawan brat, to insulted “I’m not here for that”, to heavy-breathing slut trying not to moan when you make her kneel between your legs. Sometimes her lips look slightly off model, I kept noticing that lower lip, but whatever, I still screenshotted it and threw it into my Hidden folder in Google Photos like a coward.

Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected. If you keep talking down to her like a disposable clone, treat her as just another body in the line, the tone goes really rough: throat-fucking, humiliation, that whole “you want the saber, you work for it” thing. You can even push her to beg for rank while she’s choking on dick, which is hilariously fucked up and horny at the same time. If you’re nicer, she opens up slower, more begrudgingly, and the sex leans into that “teacher testing the student” vibe where she pretends she’s too good for this but her nipples say the opposite. I liked that there’s not one “true” route. Sometimes picking the “right” answer just cuts off a nasty scene you maybe wanted. That annoyed me, but also made it feel less like one of those fake interactive stories that all end in the same watery creampie. Dialog is cheesy, full of slightly broken English that feels like some fan from Telegram wrote it on a caffeine high, yet in a strange way it fits. You’re not here for perfect canon, you’re here for a twisted casting that turns a Jedi hopeful into a used toy on a couch, and on that front, the game doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

It’s a weird kind of satisfaction, commanding faceless troopers while your real goal isn’t victory - it’s corruption. You’re not some noble hero here, no shiny saber, no destiny. You’re the one sending wave after wave of stormtroopers, watching them stumble, regroup, push forward through blaster fire and moans. The target? That rebel princess in white who thinks she’s untouchable. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle about it. She fights back, sure, but every round she loses a little more ground, a little more fabric, a little more control. And when you finally break her defenses, the reward isn’t a cutscene of triumph - it’s raw, messy, animated filth that feels like a victory you shouldn’t enjoy but absolutely do.

The strategy part sneaks up on you. You start thinking it’s just a quick fap game, but then you’re replaying the second level because your troop order was wrong again. You curse at the screen, half-hard, half-frustrated, wondering why the empire can’t aim straight even in porn. And yet, when it clicks - when your timing’s perfect and the rebels crumble - it hits that same dopamine rush as beating a boss in some proper game. It’s ridiculous how serious you start taking it, all while the background music hums like a cheap sci-fi knockoff and Leia’s voice lines get filthier each defeat.

It’s not pretty, not polished, and maybe that’s why it works. There’s something about the janky animations and the unapologetic parody that makes it feel more alive than the glossy stuff. It’s like a dirty joke told by someone who can’t stop laughing halfway through. You’ll wish for more levels, maybe more variety, but you’ll still replay the same damn mission just to see her break again. The empire doesn’t win often, but when it does, it fucks like it means it.