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Ahsoka had been wandering the streets of Lothal’s capital aimlessly for several hours. She had no destination, and no plan for being out in the world, but it was certainly more pleasant than moping in her apartment alone and trying to meditate. The lights and sounds of the space ports and city streets provided an odd kind of comfort to her. And so she walked, the hood of her cloak up and over her Montrals and partially concealing her distinguished face, glad of the anonymity that it and the nights darkness gave her.
Being a fugitive of an outlawed religion had turned out to be exactly as one would have expected when your entire way of life and everyone in it was being hunted to extinction. It was lonely, brutal and fearful. Every individual she met could be a potential enemy or someone who would turn her in for the bounty the Empire was offering. And even though she never actually became a fully fledged Jedi, The fact that she was once Anakin Skywalker’s padawan and a force user was enough for most. Other beings had been hunted for a far lesser skill set than she had. She felt as though she could barely trust herself, let alone anyone else.
Her only consolation was Morai flying overhead as her constant companion. But even with the force being by her side, watching over her a guiding her meditations, she felt more alone than ever. Everyone she had ever known had been murdered in a bloodbath of betrayal. And if it hadn’t been for Rex and a few brave astrodroids, she herself would have been among the lost.
Rex.
She often thought about him and the companionship they had that she sorely missed. He had been her friend, her mentor, her brother and father. So many battles together, so much killing, so many of her brothers in arms sacrificed for a war that was sabotaged before it had even begun. It made her ache inside as though part of her soul had died, if such a thing even existed. She had lost so much faith in so many things since the clone wars had ended. More than anything, in herself.
And so she finally came to the one place she didn’t think she would end up in. A nightclub. She hadn’t intended on going there, but it was where her feet and the force had taken her. She barely even glanced from under her hood as she entered, but the Wookie bouncer on the door growled at her under his breath standing in her way. She looked up, met his eyes and growled back from deep in her throat, showing her prominent canine teeth. The bouncer nodded and stepped aside, allowing her entry. Wookies appreciated a show of strength.
Ahsoka wasn’t much of a drinker of party goer. The two had almost been forbidden when she was a part of the Jedi order, even though some had flaunted the rules. More than most, Master Skywalker. He could often be found in the Cantinas, betting on a podrace with a full bottle of spodjka to keep himself going. She had had to escort him back to the temple on more than one occasion, nodding silently to the temple guards as they crept in under the darkness of Coruscant. She had realised after a few occasions like this that it was all just a way for him to bury his emotions and turmoil over his failure to save his mother, and the brush with the darkside he had felt when he exacted revenge on her killers. Jedi teachings could only do so much for her troubled master it would seem.
Ahsoka had no idea why she was now doing what she had once scolded her old master for, but the glass of blue alcohol was now in her hand and she was bringing it to her lips. She tasted the cool alcohol on her tongue, felt the slight burning sensation as it glided down her throat and the warm afterglow it gave when she finally put the glass down. Her lips tingled slightly as the alcohol settled within her. She didn’t know whether it was the drink or the atmosphere and noise of the bar but she felt slightly better and ordered another, feeling safe enough to remove her hood.
All of a sudden, her montrals tingled and she felt the mood in the room change. This wasn’t even a Jedi trait. It was in inherent kind of echo location that all Togruta were born, even blessed with. It helped them hunt for prey on their home world of Shilii and detect the more dangerous animals in the wilds. But right now, they detected a more subtle shift in the mood of the bar. Someone had entered who was known and respected but also someone who people kept a bit of distance from.
Ahsoka turned on her stool, feeling for her lightsabre at her hip under her cloak. She had no desire to use her weapon but she would if provoked, and saw something that made her heart jump. She had met Mandolorians before, and had even worked alongside Bo Katan and her nightowls to free Mandolore from the clutches of Darth Maul. But this one was unlike anything she had ever seen. Not only was she a being of great beauty, but her hair and her Mandolorian armour were the most vibrantly colourful pieces of artwork Ahsoka had ever seen. With more colours than an eagle nebula, and so minimalist that it was almost non-existent in various places.
Her breath caught in her throat as the unusual woman made her way towards the bar, her helmet under her arm, blaster pistols moving in unison with her hips. Ahsoka couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t just the image of this striking woman that held her gaze fixed. It was something more. She felt through the force that this was someone with whom she shared a great deal in values, ideals and feeling. And she could feel through the force than this Mandolorian knew her purpose and place in the galaxy, something that Ahsoka hadn’t felt for a very long time.
She turned back to the bar, suddenly embarrassed at her staring and hoping she hadn’t been noticed. But to her dismay, the Mandolorian sauntered to the bar and parked herself directly next to Ahsoka, putting her helmet on the counter and leaning on one arm looking directly at Ahsoka, a cocky smirk on her face.
“See anything you like?” she asked.
Ahsoka was dumbstruck. Talk about being caught out orange handed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or stare at you, but your armour is unlike anything I have ever seen.”
The Mandolorians smile widened, “I’m hardly offended darling, but I do hope that’s a compliment, I painted and forged it all myself from the ancestral beskar of my clan. What’s a gorgeous thing like you doing here?”
“I, uh, needed some air.” Ahsoka was unable to look away. The woman before her had her completely done for. The attraction she felt was so strong it was borderline dangerous.
“Well,” she stuck her paint splattered gloved hand out, “lovely Togruta who needed some air, I’m Sabine of clan Wren of house Vizla, but you can call me Sabine. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Ahsoka of the planet Shilii…” she hesitated, attractive as she was, could she trust this woman? Ahsoka grasped Sabine’s hand and reached out with the force, searching for something, anything that would give her away. But she found nothing. All that was there was a will made from beskar and forged through guilt and a heart as pure as the Jedi order itself and complete hatred for the Empire and all it stood for. This was no trap, this was a woman as troubled as herself, who had somehow survived a lot of hardship and betrayal and had managed to come out in one piece. Could it be that the force brought them together? And if so, to what end and purpose?
“Ahsoka, such a pretty name” Sabine beamed at her.
Ahsoka decided, it was now or never. The order was no more and she wanted to feel something other than despair and pain for once.
“I’m Ahsoka, Togruta of the planet Shilii, formerly of the Jedi order. And I’d love to have a drink with you Sabine.”
Sabine dazzled her with a smile and winked at her, “In that case, you and I have a great deal to talk about, former Jedi Ahsoka. But first a drink, and then, I want to dance…MMPH!!!”
Sabine was cut off by Ahsoka as she grabbed the Mandolorian by her colourful hair and pulled her into a kiss. Shocked but undeterred, Sabine grabbed Ahsoka’s hips and pulled her into her body. Ahsoka’s heart skyrocketed and she held tightly to Sabine as she poured out her frustration and pain into the artist. She felt her muscled body beneath her armour as her tongue danced in her mouth, lips locked but moving in synchronicity with the beauty in her arms. Sabine reciprocated, sliding her hands down Ahsoka’s back and grabbing her ass tightly, making Ahsoka gasp into her mouth as they continued kissing, the music of the club becoming background noise compared to the roaring in their ears in the heat of the moment with each other.
Nothing else mattered.
Jedi.
Mandolorian.
Opposites but the same.
Lost in the heat of passion.
Ahsoka eventually broke away, looking down, feeling ashamed for letting her guard down and behaving so irrationally, “I’m sorry, I don’t know… what did I… did we just…” Ahsoka was awash in confusion and pain. What had she done? It had felt right but did she just ruin it? She was about to make a run for it but her worries were for naught as Sabine grabbed her hand, tilted her chin up with the other and gently pecked her lips again, smiling kindly at the beautifully troubled face of the Togruta “It seems we have more to talk about than we thought, Jedi Knight Ahsoka.”