"A Cantina? With no mission that calls upon you to be in a cantina?" Asked Asajj.

"Yeah," said Barriss, "force says I need to do something here."

"Of course," said Asajj. "Well, I'm getting drunk enough to think I can dance, let me know if you need help with anything," as she approached the bar.

Barriss also went to the bar.

Getting her drink, pint of some Corellian Ale, and drifted into the area around the cantina, which had a dance floor and DJ ringed with tables with stools or benches if they were close enough to the wall, music was loud and fast.

There were some groups of two to five lingering around.

And three tables, one surrounded by a bench, two others pulled up surrounded by stools, and that was the gang that almost drove that bloke to rape someone.

Of course rape can scale in scope from simple disregard for another person you wish to kark to a deliberate bullying tactic to a means of torture, a means of revenge where the point is exactly to inflict damage on body and mind, but the cluster of individuals, a mixture of human and Zabrak males, each with a female (twi'leks, humans and a Togruta) sat on their lap or sat next to them. It was also apparent they were wearing some fairly expensive jewellery, their clothes might also be expensive, but Barriss knew precisely kark all about fashion, trends, or anything, except that chasing adulation and style was a path to the darkside.

Just ask that human she had met earlier.

They noticed Barriss and seemed to be in awe.

One human, the apparent leader, waved Barriss over.

Barriss approached.

"Barriss Offee, fallen Jedi, now some kind of badass for hire," said the leader.

"Um ... sure, that works I suppose," said Barriss, "can't say I've heard of you though."

The leader introduced himself as "Vince Elkrit," pointed out the five other humans as "Stephan Jezza, Kirk Bright, Rob Ferris, Fred Bright, Liam Little," and the three Zabrak members "Gasta Suko, Stumau Aekrur, Uosru Droprou" each person named nodding or waving in greeting. He then said "We're the Polis Masse Massive."

Barriss nodded. She then asked "what do you, as an organisation, do?"

"We protect the local community, make sure nothing bad happens here."

"I thought this place had a security force," said Barriss.

"Oh, yeah, sure, officially," said Vince, "But ... karking red tape, reams and reams of red tape, and too much 'nothing more we can do', and 'criminals have rights,' and such like, so, what happens is for a fee, we make sure nothing bad happens," said Vince.

"I see," said Barriss, hypothesising this was a protection racket, Polis Massa just wasn't that big, anyone stealing things or inflicting criminal damage ... Having said that, it works both ways, how would these guys get away with inflicting damage on businesses that don't- Hang on, getting ahead of herself here, "how often do things happen around here?"

"Not often, just as long as we get our operating costs."

Barriss nodded and took a sip of her drink. She then asked them "what of the criminals you oppose in protecting these businesses?"

"Oh, they learn pretty damn quick not to kark with us."

He was SO lying, the force was saying. They were all complicit in this. "I bet. Sounds like you do good work."

"The best," replied Vince.

"What about clandestine operations? Sneaking into heavily defended installations and bugging and sabotaging the shavit out of places?" asked Barriss.

"Ah ... that would ... err," he fumbled a bit.

Barriss chuckled saying "relax, I don't expect everyone to be a fully trained up Jedi. I might be interested to see how 'the best' of Polis Massa work, I won't be here from tomorrow for a week or so, but, would you mind having me along for a day?"

"Yeah, not at all, that would be rad. Mean time, have a seat, join us," said Vince.

Barriss telekinetically pulled up a chair and sat at one of the assembled tables.

The noises hurt.

How long had these noises been going on for before she noticed they hurt.

This bed felt like one of those beds you get in that imp cel- ... l.

She forced herself to open her eyes. At least the light was low in here, but it was indeed a cell.

Sitting up hurt like kark, her head hurt, and there was enough processing power available to process that she was naked from the waist down.

She still had her jacket, shirt and bra, and she felt grimy as kark underneath that. How had she ended up in here? And had she been raped? She felt squeaky clean down there, like someone had washed up ... karking hell ...

An imp officer holding one hand behind his back and an equipment case in the other deactivated the force field and asked "Are you still interested in having sex with me and everyone else in this precinct?"

"Errr, what?" she asked, her voice hurting to send words as it hurt for her to receive words.

"I do believe you are now sober," said the officer as he set the case on the bed beside her and brought his other hand out in front, a glass of water and a blister pack of Nyex. He handed her the glass of water, Ahsoka held the glass while he popped three capsules saying "now, recommended dose is two in a sitting, but since your blood alcohol last night was, well, Inflammable, I'm giving you three."

He held out the capsules and she took them, swallowing them with a sip of water.

She then asked "where are my trousers?"

"We chucked them. We're a police service, not a Laundromat, we did clean the shavit off your legs and arse though, but only so we could handle you without having to fight the urge to puke. Your possessions and some new clothes are in this case," he said pointing at the case beside her. "As Vader's ex padawan, we're going to do you a favour and not fine you, this will not show on your record. ... Just this once. ... " The officer then left.

Not a Laundromat? ... ...

What happened? ... ...

"Erm ... "

The imperial officer looked behind him catching sight of Ahsoka as she teetered on the high heels from the case, not really wanting to catch anyone's eye in the red microskirt with the words "cheap slut" writ large in sequins across the front, "super whore" similarly written across the back. Hopefully the hem would stay low enough to conceal the lack of knickers underneath. The bright green plastic high heels hurt to walk in.

"How did I mess up my boots?" asked Ahsoka.

"Oh, you didn't," said the imperial officer, calmly explaining as if passing on the most mundane information, "I had someone place them at the top of the ramp of your ship so that you would need those high heels to walk home in, along with that skirt. See, you walk through crowded public areas dressed like that, and, hopefully, I won't be seeing you hauled in for drunken disorderly ever again. Anything else I can help you with?"

"Erm ... no," said Ahsoka.

"Jolly good. Off you kark."

"Right," said Ahsoka as she started back to her ship.

She considered how badly she wanted to save her feet from these shoes verses how badly she wanted to avoid standing on a train which risked seated passengers potentially finding some excuse to bend forward enough to see up or sitting on a train potentially exposing herself to other passengers.

With a bit of luck she'll find that she hadn't been sexually assaulted, merely half stripped, cleaned up, and sent on her way in these ... ugh .. clothes.

Having a woman with Asajj's infamy holding you spread out and naked should be scary, and to be honest it was.

But that was just another thing that made the situation sexy as hell. His penis was about a millipascal from rupturing. Asajj was inspecting him casually as she manipulated the force around him.

"Yes ... I do believe this is adequate for my needs," said Asajj with an approving nod. She bent over and poked the tip of her tongue against his glans as she peeled back his foreskin, the texture of her tongue ticking the exposed tip, tasting his precum before standing up again. "Let us begin," said Asajj as she moved him telekinetically to a seated position on the floor, his ankles wide apart, his arms now folded behind him, giving him the perfect view of Asajj as she towered over him, slowly shedding clothes.

He was just a piece of furniture to her.

Having stripped her top off, she bent over him, dangling a nipple over his nose. "Suck my tit while I undress."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he extended a tongue to moisten her areola, and then placed his lips around it, sucking the nipple into his mouth, breaking the seal occasionally, causing Asajj to shudder a little.

That meant he was doing good.

It was several minutes before she pulled her nipple away and she dragged her abdomen up his face until his nose was in her crotch.

He didn't need to be told. He started licking along the valleys between her vulva and labia and deep into her vestibule, and started sucking at her clitoris, breaking the seal to cause this rasping noise that again caused Asajj to shudder and moan. She started complimenting him on his ability to suck clit, describing him as a dirty slut.

She was getting nice and wet. He had to have faith that she wouldn't just cum on his face and forget to fuck him.

"Oh!" He heard someone say.

Asajj dropped her force telekinesis, causing him to fall back onto his elbos as Asajj stood up looking at the intruder.

"Sionver? I thought you were going to be out for the rest of the night," said Asajj.

"I got done early, I really didn't think that ... err ... Ho boy ... "

Sionver, the flustered looking Bivall looked like she was going to shavit herself.

Asajj commented "Not a problem, I mean, probably killed the mood potentially, we'll just need to re-think how we handle scoring cock in future. I'm used to force active companions sensing the sex and knowing not to walk in is all."

"NO! NO! I can find something to do somewhere around here, like ... I'll find somewhere. ... Resume karking." She then left.

Eventually Asajj looked down at the confused looking man and then used the force to pull him taut and slowly swayed her crotch down to his now rapidly re-hardening penis.

Ahsoka's boots were just where the officer had said they were.

That was good. Ahsoka could get out of these cheap plastic things that were now really digging into her feet.

Ascending and descending some of the flights of stairs, no one said anything to her, but she just knew they were seeing her bare crotch, sensing their arousal or disgust or whatever emotions through the force.

This was the kick up the arse that it was intended to be, but Ahsoka shouldn't have needed that. She knew full well getting completely blotto was stupid. Damned good way to get yourself killed. Or raped. Or enslaved. Or enslaved and raped. Or cut to pieces and jizzed on. Or cut to pieces while enslaved and getting jizzed on. Or ... Yeah, no real need to speculate any further.

And she was coming onto people, grabbing people's crotches. Potentially while slurring her words, staggering around with faeces dripping out her trousers. Well, with charm like that, how could anyone resist?

She didn't remember shavitting herself, but apparently that's what had happened before she had been picked up.

She also remembered wanting to do something to make herself feel better, or at least to numb the pain of the realisation of just how low Corouscant had sunk, not just after it went empire, but years before, while she was still fighting hard to preserve the superior moral and ethical culture she thought the Republic represented.

Light still hurt, she felt like she would puke anything she ate, walking hurt, everything sucked, so as soon as she secured the ship, she stripped off and got straight into bed.

She was vaguely aware she was committing the Jedi sin of despair, letting everything get her down.

She just didn't care.

Barriss finally got back to the ship in time to see a human male leave. Force signature said not a threat, and he was radiating the same sexual satisfaction as Asajj was radiating.

Thing is, Barriss wanted some.

But she didn't just want to walk up to people asking "want to kark?" because of how desperate that would sound, and desperate was pretty karking un-sexy.

She'd probably be more datable if she could bring herself to get the local medics to fix her up, but again, what would she do? Just hang around cantinas and wait to be approached or hang around cantinas and approach men.

She could easily use force persuasion to make a man kark her, but she didn't want to do that.

Well, it wasn't like she was short of things to keep herself busy in the near future. Cloning Nightsisters and disrupting a protection racket.

Barriss felt a force signature near the ship.

Behind some tool cases.

Barriss went up the ramp to her ship.

Luun Taa had been examining the ship for a while, hearing the Darthmiri kark that bloke's brains out.

This level of complacency ought to make this shock extra sharp.

Another of them, the female Mirialan based on the footfalls, and the door opened, and she entered her ship, and the footfalls continued inside as the door closed behind her.

Time to get back to work.

Luun approached the ship, hearing no one around.

There was an access panel behind one of the turrets.

She opened it. It would take a little playing around, but she was sure she could-

"We may not hear as well as you, but we are force active, remember?"

Luun almost shavat herself.

The acoustic shadows of the two force active women emerged from around the top of the ship.

Luun quickly tried to think up an explanation.

She couldn't.

She had never gotten caught before. Her montrals had always prevented anyone ever getting the drop on her forever.

"Polis Massa may be hosting rebels, but there's still rules here, you won't be allowed to just murder me." Lame, but less lame than 'please don't kill me.' Well, whatever happens, happens.

"We can't?" asked the Darthmirian woman.

"Won't have to. Those rules she mentioned also outlaw attempted murder. Which is what sabotaging the weapons of someone's ship is. Even if all you do is render the weapons inert, the first fight we get into that we can't shoot back in, all that time faffing around trying to identify the problem and then un-kark the problem ... Cases don't get more neutrino tight," replied the Mirialan.

"It would have been three turrets and two control thrusters clusters, you'd have shat yourselves and bugged out-" started Luun.

"So our mission, which could have been a rescue mission or a mission to wipe out an imperial regiment that's staging to attack a bunch of people, will fail, meaning the people we were meant to protect get their arses slaughtered, any way you slice it, there would be someone's blood on your hands," said Barriss.

"Well, when you put it like that," said Luun, she then sighed and said "So, I suppose I'm nicked then am I?"

"Luun was their main line saboteur, how are they going to operate without her?" asked Asajj.

"Assume they don't find a technicality to bail her on, they'll adapt. Work in formation maybe. Can't beat a Togruta for sneaking around though," said Barriss.

"Well we did," said Asajj.

"Yeah, there's us force active folk," agreed Barriss.

"Alright, so, what do we do? Luun gets remand or release, we're pretty much at war with these people, acknowledged or unacknowledged, and as pathetic as they seem ... ... "

"Don't know what we're going to face yet," said Barriss, she then said "alright, let's get those medical tools, or buy them as needed, use that time to also come up with potential scenarios and precautions."

There was a knock at the door.

Ahsoka shouted "kark off," not bothering to lift her face off the mattress.

The knocking continued.

Ahsoka sensed the signature of the person at the door. There was only one person. She knew the signature. She also knew this person wasn't going to take 'Kark Off' for an answer.

"Ughh," said Ahsoka as she picked up enough clothing to hide her tits and cunt as she went to answer the door.

Opening the door, she asked "What?"

Wilhuff opened his mouth to speak when something on Ahsoka's waist caught his attention. He looked at her with a questioning look.

Ahsoka realised that the first things she had picked up was her jacket (because she couldn't be arsed to put a bra on) and because she couldn't be arsed to step into legholes, let alone thread her legs into trouser legs, let alone fish any trousers out of the cupboard ... She nodded saying "Right, I wasn't going to wear that any more. ... There's a story behind that which I'm not getting into, what do you want?"

"To come in and talk," said Wilhuff. Straight, to the point, no nonsense.

Ahsoka felt he was probably here to dole out some kind of life advice such as 'don't fuck with Palpatine' or something. It usually worked out best to just let your opponent talk and talk and talk in any hostile interview as in any friendly interview, so ... "Fine," Ahsoka waved him in and walked back in, not caring he could see the other text on the back of the skirt.

Honestly, nor could she be arsed he could see her minge at this point. She sat down on her bed, propping her elbows on her knees, rubbing some feeling back into her forward lekku as Wilhuff entered, looking around at all the scattered clothing. He then sat on a chair opposite her and leaned forth, looking at her face not her crotch. Ahsoka eventually looked up and after a few seconds of silence Ahsoka asked "Well, you're in, ... talk ... "

"You first," said Wilhuff.

"Me first ... right ... ... criminals are dumb here. Ever notice that?"

"That what brought you here?" asked Wilhuff.

"Nah, just needed a change of scenery, Tattooine was boring the kark out of me," said Ahsoka.

"Also not as safe to get falling down drunk on Tattooine as it is on Corouscant is it?" asked Wilhuff.

"Falling down drunk, right, that why you're here ... daddy?" asked Ahsoka.

"Hmm. Once upon a time, naughty children would be bent over their parent's lap and spanked, you're just about the right scale for that." He looked around commenting "Don't suppose there's a suitable implement around here for that though is there, usually the back of a hairbrush would be used ... Oh well." He then looked at Ahsoka again and asked "Back on point: Why the almighty piss up? Not like you Ahsoka."

"Hmm ... Spanking huh?" asked Ahsoka. "I could diversify my services if that's your thing. Almighty piss-up. Hmm. ... I leave the Jedi order ... for one karking year ... ... and the whole karking lot of them ... ... they go evil and try to overthrow the republic on us."

"That happened a couple of weeks ago, it took you this long to hit you?" asked Wilhuff.

Ahsoka thought about it and eventually nodded saying "yeah ... it did ... Can't really explain it, and I should really have a better handle on my emotions I suppose, all that Jedi training and all. I stepped into a cantina, and ordered a drink, and ordered another drink, and ordered another drink, and repeated that a buncha times, and apparently I fondled a bunch of people with shavit dripping out me trousers, and woke up in a cell having been picked up for drunken disorderly."

"Looking around, I'm guessing you stayed in bed for the day since you got home safe, or you wouldn't have put on that skirt you were never going to wear again on your way to the door" said Wilhuff.

Ahsoka nodded gesturing an affirmation saying "yep."

"And so, the efforts of that precinct commander, are completely wasted. You will likely go on another bender, or do some hard drugs, and not resolve to sort yourself out until a gang of thugs kick the shavit out of you in the prison shower, right?" asked Wilhuff.

Ahsoka spent a few seconds looking at Wilhuff and eventually asked "weren't you trying to kill me a year ago?"

"Yes, and I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for that damn Lord Vader," said Wilhuff with a chuckle. He then got serious and said "I thought you were guilty, I prosecuted you as guilty. We never heard the verdict the Jury reached based on the trial, but when Vader brought the true perpetrator in, I changed my opinion in accordance with the evidence. Now I know you're innocent of that, I'm glad you were acquitted. We never got on, but I want you to succeed. You were amazing in the clone wars. Whatever you may think of the Jedi you had to work with, you did good work. And that all happened while everyone else your age is pretending to pay attention in class not giving a flying kark about their lack of a future. I imagine you in an imperial officer's uniform back in charge of your own ship."

Ahsoka looked at him questioningly.

"that's dependant of course on you wanting to come back to us, but whatever you do, just do something that's not drowning on a liquid belch in some back alley here."

Wilhuff then stood up saying "Go home Ahsoka. You're not coping alone, see if your family can help you." He then left.

Ahsoka watched him leave.

She figured that would potentially be a good excuse to hang around on Shili as the missiles get built.

That offer though ...

Join the Navy.

Command a destroyer like she did in the old days.

That could get her into a position to sabotage the ever living kark out of the empire ... ...

It would also put her into way too visible a position and open her activities to way too greater scrutiny, if she refused or made mistakes to keep from killing Jedi or Rebels, otherwise, she'd end up killing both en masse to maintain her cover.

That can't work.

Something else might though ... ...

"Well. ... Didn't get blown up." Concluded Barriss.

"So we're doing the thieving run?" asked Asajj.

"Yep," said Barriss, she then asked Sionver "Ready?"

"Erm ... yeah, I guess," said Sionver, clearly bricking it.

"You sabotaged a ship ad had it blow up practically next to you," said Barriss, "this'll be a piece of piss."

"I had an escape pod around me that time," said Sionver.

"Escape pod, Extra Vehicular Activity Suit, same difference," countered Barriss.

"Not really," said Sionver.

"Yeah, take your point, your knickers ride up, you can't adjust them," said Barriss.

"Barriss, that's the least of it," said Sionver.

"Yeah, you're right, especially since we'll be wearing diapers," said Barriss, "spending that much time in space, we're also going to be using a feeder system to allow us to rehydrate, there's also an appetite suppressor in the water."

"Oh good," said Sionver.

"I do get it, really," said Barriss, "there's less air in your EVA suit than in an escape pod if there's a breech, there's a hard vacuum centimetres from your face, there's micrometeorites packing the kinetic energy they were made with by the supernovae that spewed them, cosmic rays that can make cells cancerous, that's scary, but the danger is actually vanishingly small. The bigger danger is actually your own impatience."

"How's that?" asked Sionver.

"Well, you know that every joule of kinetic energy you build up going somewhere has to be disposed of on arrival right?" asked Barriss.

"Yeah."

"You may think it's taking too long to get over there, and by the time you arrive you might find you've built up way more energy than you can dissipate, result is you collide with something. There's also your overall propellant load, we're using a straight gas expulsion to propel us, using batteries to maintain the temperature of the gas store. That's not a massive specific impulse, in fact that's seriously weak, you don't watch your use of propellant, you'll be flat out of propellant in no time."

"Shavit," said Sionver.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have you along for this if I didn't need you along to pick out the things we need for this, a certain amount of fear is healthy, but panic distorts perception and the misjudgements that can come from that ... "

"I'll be fine," said Sionver.

"Why did I say 'I'll be fine?'" asked Sionver as Warhorse continued on away.

"I'll make sure you're fine," said Barriss, "right, until we get to the debris, I want you to stay in formation with me, I move forward, you catch up, I move back, you also move back, that should avoid us needing to brake hard. This is going to be a long boring flight in, and then a long boring flight out once we're done."

"Right, I should have brought a book," said Sionver.

"Tell me about some of your research," said Barriss.

"Okay, I noticed you still have that armour we made."

"The Zillobeast clone skin armour," said Barriss.

"Yes. Don't that have bad memories attached?"

"Yeah, my memories of that suit mainly occur when I'm being controlled by a Geonosian worm ignoring a broken foot and trying to kill Ahsoka."

"Didn't you once try to kill Ahsoka without a-"

"That was necessary to carry out my mission. Can't say I'm all that broken up that that detail failed mind," said Barriss. She then added "I've thought about whether or not to get rid of it, but I think I should hang on to it on the basis that it's lightsabre resistant, and wearing it while fighting imp forces would be a good way to communicate that I'm laughing my karking arse off at Palpatine. Who knows? Maybe that'll induce an intracranial bleed and do the galaxy a favour."

Sionver chuckled at that one.

Barriss then asked "By the way, don't suppose you managed to embezzle any of those zillobeast cells on your way out did you?"

"No."

"Bugger."

Bail approached the door to the village hanger, having secured permission, and watched for the Togruta that would marshal him to an appropriate space.

Once he had landed, the local Homeguard Captain approached him as he got out asking "Hello Bail. Welcome to our little corner of Shili," extending his hand for a handshake.

Bail shook his hand saying "Thank you. I understand this to be the village that gave us all Ahsoka Tano."

"Oh what's she done this time?" asked the captain.

"Well, nothing as far as I know, is there anything I should know?" asked Bail.

"She got falling down drunk on Corouscant, then was seen walking home from the police station in a microskirt with nothing underneath, a microskirt she wasn't wearing when she got picked up. To go from level headed ex-Jedi to pervy piss tank like that ... "

"Right. Not a good sign. I suppose I could fly to Coruscant," said Bail.

Something going on in the workshop caught his eye: Three Togruta welding arrays of frames, and a fourth assembling tractor beam emitters onto another array.

Bail suppressed any feeling from being expressed as he asked "So, how are things around here?"

"Well ... been pretty quiet, it always was throughout the Clone Wars, so, we're mainly maintaining our military readiness out of habit rather than out of an anticipated need. ... "

There was an awkward silence here.

Eventually Bail said "Right, well, I'll see if I can catch her on Couruscant then."

Barriss announced to Sionver "we're getting close now, you ready?"

"Yep," said Sionver. They had been drifting for so long that Sionver and Barriss had run out of things to discuss. It was a bit startling to hear Barriss's voice again after so long a silence.

"Alright, next few minutes, I'm going to start slowing down, maintain your position relative to me until we reach the debris, then you take control, select what we need, soon as we either have enough or are down to bingo propellant or bingo oxygen, we're out of here."

"Okay," said Sionver.

They eventually arrived at the debris.

"This would be a kark load easier if we could take fresh scans," said Sionver.

"Yeah," said Barriss.

Sionver took the lead in moving between clusters of debris.

It took a while before they found their first item.

"I wonder if coming back later, gravity might have brought everything closer together?" asked Sionver.

"It's hard to predict the distribution of debris between barycentres," said Barriss, "we could have been faced with even bigger journeys had we waited for that."

"Right."

Sionver was starting to accumulate a fair sized bag of bits and pieces.

"Sionver, what's your propellant like?" asked Barriss.

"Still got a margin. Want to get as many of each tool as possible, even if none of them work, we'll have a better chance of having enough functional parts to swap around."

"Fair enough, just keep an eye on that."

"Right-o."

They continued between clusters of debris.

"Right, couple of micrograms above bingo, calling it a day," said Sionver.

"Have that, turn right 108 degrees."

Sionver tied the bag tight to the front of her webbing to avoid wasting propellant and turned as instructed.

"Down 34 degrees."

Sionver turned as instructed again.

"Use up your tank, I'll then get in behind you and use up the remainder of my propellant, Asajj can easily adjust Warhorse relative to us to pick us up."

Ahsoka approached the village and landed in her usual space.

There appeared to be a bunch of dust sheets hanging from all the walls.

She was met by her dad and the Homeguard Captain. She immediately asked "What's with the curtains?"

The homeguard captain looked at Ahsoka's dad and asked "Shall we tell her?"

"Better yet, let's show her," said her dad.

"Alright," said the homeguard captain and he turned around to the people at the tops of ladders next to the dust sheets and nodded.

The sheets dropped revealing a collage of blown up pictures of Ahsoka.

Dressed in that microskirt either ascending or descending various staircases linking different levels of Couruscant, showing off her minge.

Suddenly the rest of the village filed in cheering Ahsoka.

Absorbing the wave of embarrassment, Ahsoka recovered and turned to her dad saying "Wow dad, I knew you were rural, but I didn't know you were that rural."

The village laughed at this one and Ahsoka's dad replied "Well, when the galaxy and their mums are sending holonet messages of that to me to the point where it takes hours to find any work or family that isn't your cunt related holonet messages, it only seemed fair we give you an idea how we feel."

"Yeah? How about me? The one time I get absolutely shavit faced ever, and this karking happens."

"Why did you do that anyway?" asked her dad.

"Eh, just ... one revelation of how completely rotten to the core Couruscant has gotten and how early it got rotten too many I guess."

"How bad is it?" asked her dad.

"EPWs sold off as slaves, a senator I know tortured, one of her friends fitted up for welshing on a debt in order to keep said friend's dad quiet, and, what else? Oh yeah, pimping war orphans, you know, not enough they lost their parents, some cases might have gotten some of their parents brains splattered on them, they got to rent out their holes to pay off the galactic debt. And that last one was going on while I was still a Jedi."

Eventually Ahsoka's brother spoke up saying "That's not funny. ... I can't believe I found something not funny owing to it being too wrong to be funny."

"We're not going to be able to help those kids until we're ready for a final push," said Ahsoka's mum.

"Can't think of a way at the moment," said Ahsoka, "not without drawing attention to ourselves and destroying any chance of getting to that position of making a final push in the first place."

"Alright, the things we can do then," said the Homeguard Captain, "the missile frames are almost ready, few days, pick your moment, we'll load up your ship, and you can go evaporate those clone factories. Oh, something else," said the captain, "Bail Organa dropped by asking about you. He seemed to recognise one of the frames we were working on. He didn't ask about them, but he knew good and well what they were."

Ahsoka nodded saying "Well, he's rebel, we can trust him to know this."

"What about Barriss and Asajj?" asked her dad.

"Haven't talked to them," said Ahsoka.

"Don't you think you should?" asked her dad.

"Yeah, 'hey Barriss, Asajj, sorry I damn near got you killed, friends?'" Ahsoka said, extending her hand for a handshake with an imaginary presence. She then shrugged.

"Okay, well, probably safer for you and them for the medium term anyway," said the Homeguard captain.