The Ahsoka Tano Chronicles Chapter 2: Finding a Purpose (20 BBY)
Ahsoka walked along the barrier, her strength failing with each step. The grimy ground and tattered buildings of the lower levels of Coruscant were what she now had to call home. She made her way back to one of the cheaper apartment buildings. Her hand pressed on the pad to unlock the door, and she stepped into the hall. She kept her hand on the wall to support her body, which now seemed heavier than it ever had. At the end of the mildew-stained hallway, a lift stood at attention, waiting for a tenant to get in. Ahsoka obliged and pressed the button for the sixth floor. The lift shot up the worn apartment building with Ahsoka feeling weaker each second.
She knew it had been a bad idea to go walking around without a weapon. She knew just how dangerous the streets of Coruscant could be when a former Jedi didn't have her lightsabers, but she had been curious. She had convinced herself that a teenage Togruta with the ability to lift things using the Force could avoid a mugging. Obviously, she had been wrong. Her spunky attitude had pissed off the wrong people, and those people were Mandalorian-level fighters.
The lift dinged as Ahsoka reached her destination. One hand held on her side, she managed to drag herself down the hall to her new home. The door swished open to reveal a sparse living room with a table and a few chairs scattered about. She slumped down in one of the chairs as the door swished closed and locked itself. As sleep overtook her, she fuzzily realized that she hadn't eaten in a few days and should maybe rectify that.
Ahsoka woke up violently, trying and failing to push herself out of the chair. Her side still ached, and her body was sore. She picked herself up, however, and limped over to her dining table. After searching the room, she only found half of a container of food rations. She sighed heavily to herself. Life without the Jedi sure is hard, Ahsoka thought, feeling a newfound respect for those already living down here.
She once again eased herself down into a chair and began eating the meat out of the rations. She pushed the blue tray away and laid her head down on the table. She sighed again, deeper and more regretful. It had been two weeks since her expulsion from the Jedi Order, but she had pulled enough scraps around to keep herself alive. She had gained some street smarts, especially after last night, but she wasn't ready to live on her own. She also didn't want to stay on the planet that constantly reminded her of what she lost.
Ahsoka stood up, a purpose and food now fueling her battered body. She was getting off of Coruscant. She just had to plan how.