Ahsoka was so lost and confused. Only minutes ago had she told her master—her former master—that she couldn't return to the Order. He wasn't the only one who was hurt; she was too, amidst a tirade of other emotions that she hadn't let herself fall to before. Fear, confusion, sadness, pain; all of those filled her mind as she descended the towering steps to the Jedi Temple, leaving it all behind her.
The young Togruta had no idea what to do now. She was alone on a large city world, no one to run to, to care for her. If it weren't for her Jedi training, she would have cracked before stepping from the last step. She wasn't controlling herself now, she just moved wherever her slender orange legs wanted to go, and she didn't question it. She didn't question why she hailed a taxi, and she didn't think twice about why she was on her way to the nearest spaceport. Her heart knew where she was going, but neither her mind nor her body had the slightest idea. She pulled her shawl tight around her shoulders, keeping her eyes locked securely on the deck below her. Step after step, she moved unnoticed through the crowd and only looked up as she noticed the large neon sign hovering feet above her head.
"Offworld Departures" it read it large purple and green lettering. Why was she here she thought to herself as her legs acted faster than her mind did, already approaching to gatekeeper. What was she going to say? She had always been taught to rely on her instinct, was this what she was doing now? Her body instinctively taking her to where she belonged. The hulking Nikto grinned down to her in a careless, lackadaisical way.
"Where to, missy?" He grumbled, his breath smelling of alcohol.
"Onderon," Was her curt reply.
