Ahsoka slipped out of the shop after an hour or so of mingling with the others. She had explored a little bit and had a pretty good grasp of the layout of the shop. She had organized her workspace a little bit and watched the others, but they had to work and she couldn't yet, so she decided that it was better to go home, or at least find something else to do.

She opened her pack and tucked the blaster back into her waistband as she walked back towards the elevators. A holster for this thing would definitely be nice, but she wanted to start making an income before she worried about those things. There were more pressing matters at the moment, like figuring out her birthday.

She started the long trek back, but once she got off the elevator (seriously, she needed to find a different way to get to work) she turned towards the social service building in the center of the sector. Fuller had recommended that she get a full identification report and now was as good a time as ever.

Thankfully, the lines were fairly short. It was about 3:30, and most of the working civilians were still at their jobs. After about ten minutes, she was at the front of the line. She walked up to the next open desk and waited to be helped.

These facilities were run by droids, not people. The droid in front of her, whom Ahsoka didn't recognize, asked, "How can I assist you today?"

Ahsoka pulled her ID tag out of her boot again. "I need a new tag, and I'd like a full identification report."

"That will be ten credits, and I will need your previous identification tag."

Good thing she put credits in her bag this morning. She hadn't anticipated that this would cost anything. She dug out the credits, of which she had none left in her bag. It would pay off, though, when she needed it.

The droid stashed her credits away and started scanning her old tag into the system. She didn't expect it to discard her Jedi tag into the trash.

For some reason, the sight of her old tag in the garbage weighed upon Ahsoka. That was her identity, her past identity as a Jedi, gone for good. She was really a civilian now.

There was a beep from one of the droids machines, and he opened a small compartment and pulled out a new tag, that looked much less prestigious than her previous one. A piece of paper also printed out, which the droid folded and stuck in a folder, along with her new ID. "Here you are, Miss Tano," it said, sliding the folder to her. "Have a nice day."

Ahsoka nodded and scurried out of the way, not wanting to hold up the line. She didn't look at the folder until she was back in her house, half an hour later.

After locking her door, she sank onto the couch and threw her bag beside her. It felt good to relax and lie down after walking for a while. Today was a big step up from resting all the time, but for the given circumstances Ahsoka had accomplished a lot. And she was hungry.

She walked into the kitchen and got to work. She had bought some steak a couple of days ago, and cut it up and sealed it the way it ought to be, according to the person who sold it to her. She took out one of the sealed packets and set to cooking it.

Thankfully, training had taught her enough to make her own meal. She knew how to cook an animal without proper supplies, but Ventress had set her up with utensils to do it 'normally'. She washed a potato, which she hadn't tried yet and had no idea what it was, and peeled the skin off as the salesperson had said. She tried mashing it, adding a few things to it (she really had to start collecting recipes, maybe the people at work could help). The steak finished and she ate slowly, taking her time.

She knew she was delaying looking at the report, but she did it anyway. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to see it, even if she needed to. This would make it official. She would know things about herself that no one else knew, not even her. It was an overwhelming thought, knowing you have answers within your grasp.

After her meal, she grabbed a glass of water and finally sat back on the couch. She opened her bag and pulled out the folder, but not opening it. She breathed deep, trying to find the courage to open it within herself. A voice rose to the front of her mind, but not the voice that normally counseled her. She heard Padmé Amidala's voice, ever the diplomat: Clarity is key to moving forward. Secrets create barriers between you and your goal, but the truth paves the path to progress.

With that in mind, Ahsoka opened her folder.

The first thing she saw was her new tag. She picked it up to observe it, and noticed, again, how devoid of design it was. Jedi tags had engravings and runes along its border, along with the symbol of the Jedi Order. This was was a dull gray and had no decoration whatsoever. It didn't say much either.

'Name: AHSOKA TANO

Born 3/28, 17 years ago

Species: TOGRUTA

Skin color: ORANGE W/ WHITE

Hair color: N/A, BLUE/ MONTRALS

Eye color: BLUE

Citizenship: Dual (CORUSCANT, SHILI)

947205629'

That was it. That was Ahsoka Tano.

Ahsoka assumed that the number on the bottom was some type of identification factor, but she had no idea it was for. Everything else, she already knew, save for her birthday. It was 23 days from today. Now she knew.

Civilians probably thought it was absurd or cruel to hide someone's birthday from them, but there was a reason behind it. The Jedi believed in humble life, one detached from selfish impulses and thoughts. If someone didn't know the day they were born, there was less incentive to be selfish on the day, or at all. That was what Ahsoka knew. (What she, and most of the Jedi, didn't know, was that most people not only knew when they were born but celebrated it)

Or did she? Was it a worthwhile philosophy? Surely not for civilians, who all knew when they were born, but what about for the Jedi? Ahsoka's faith in them was still shaken, and she didn't know what to trust about them, and what to forget.

Deeper in her mind, in the recesses where words failed, she knew why she was scared, and why she was so uncertain was because deep in her roots: she was a Jedi. Whether she lived like one or not, her roots lay in the Temple. If she didn't trust the Jedi Order, then she didn't trust her past, she didn't trust herself. Not her judgment, not her beliefs, not her feelings, or lack thereof. She doubted her own core, her own mind. The distrust of the Order was one thing, but the distrust of one's self claws at hope and shreds their confidence.

This was why Ahsoka, though she could not say why, felt some confused relief at being given wholesome, undeniable, undebatable facts. No one could change this, not even the Jedi, and not even her. No one could alter this, not anymore.

She slipped the tag into her boot and picked up the one sheet of paper in the folder. This was a lot like her tag, but it was a bit more in-depth. It listed that she was a Shilian citizen by birth, and a Coruscant citizen through the Jedi Order. It even had the day Master Plo Koon had taken her to the Temple, the day she had immigrated to the system. It listed her address and it had a bit of her history as a Jedi, too. Her trial was on here too, although it did mention that she was innocent.

Her eyes returned to the top page, and she saw a piece that she had missed. It was one line, but it was important: 'NO LIVING RELATIVES KNOWN'.

So her parents, whoever they were, were dead. This wasn't surprising, since Master Plo had found her at an orphanage, but it reiterated the fact that she was alone down here. There was no family for her out there, no one except for a few friends, most of whom she hadn't seen in over a year, except on indirect terms. Ahsoka hoped she would see them again, but she doubted that it would be for a while.

That was an odd thought. Padmé, Rex, and everyone else except for Anakin had not seen her since she had left. She had seen them, on the battlefield and on recordings, but they hadn't recognized her since she was the Inquisitor back then. Even when Anakin had come she had been injured and extremely weak, definitely not herself. She wondered if he would be able to visit again, or if the Clone War would take up all of his time.

She grabbed the folder and slipped the paper back into it. Standing, she walked to her room and lifted up the vent cover on the ceiling. It was her little hidey-hole and was probably the best spot for her report. Maybe once she had a steady income she should invest in a safe.

A safe, a holster, her own tools, her list of things to save up for was growing rapidly. She walked to the kitchen and started writing down everything she wanted to get, eventually. She started thinking, and added a few more items: medical supplies, an intersystem passport, a speede-no, she wouldn't need a speeder down here, especially not when she was back at full strength. She drew a line through the last item. Maybe in a few years, when she had a reason to own one.

She set the pen down and set her list aside. Ahsoka went to the bathroom to examine herself. How had her body held up during the day?

Activating the light, she turned to the mirror to study her face first. A little bit of grime, but that was expected. Her montrals were another issue.

Her Inquisitorial armor had included a headdress that cased her blue and white montrals, and though she never said a word about it they had hurt her the whole time. She had suffered intense bruising, kept only at bay with the constant application of ointment. Ahsoka grabbed the tube from the cabinet under the sink and put on a fresh layer. Her montrals began to soothe immediately, and she relaxed her face. No more of that, at least, she thought.

Next was her stomach wound. She undid the bottom of her shirt and revealed the scab, which was hard, and flaking. Not much had changed from the last time she had looked. Anakin's healing had slowed down.

Ahsoka readjusted her shirt and wiped some of the grime off her face. She was about to leave the bathroom when she felt a wave of stress wash over her through the Force. Bomb!

She spread her hands and prepared to hold back a sudden blast, but one never came. The stress had left as quickly as it had come, but the adrenaline rush was still surging through Ahsoka's veins. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked around, and sure enough, everything was still in one piece. She breathed heavily and leaned on the countertop. After she regained control of her heart rate, she stared at herself in the mirror.

What had she felt, if she wasn't anywhere near a bomb? Ahsoka was sure she had felt one, or at least felt what she did when one was near. She closed her eyes and reached out into the Force, trying to find what had triggered the reaction in her.

She tried to find the place in her where she had felt the panic, but it wasn't normally where she felt it. Normally, her response to danger came in the back of her mind, where natural instincts kicked in. This had come from deeper, somewhere different, somewhere where she felt...Anakin.

She opened her eyes and left the bathroom. Ahsoka tried to focus as she sunk into the couch. A few days ago, she had somehow...connected with him through the Force. She had been able to see him but not any of his surroundings. To her, it had looked like Anakin had materialized in her house. That vision, or whatever it was, had come from the same place in her that the stress had come from. It must have been Anakin who had been close to a bomb, and she felt his stress through the Force.

Ahsoka didn't know anything about the vision, and quite frankly she didn't have to resources anymore to learn about it. She hoped that Anakin would have answers the next time she saw him, but she was on her own for now. All she could do was wonder and hope that the bomb that had found Anakin hadn't killed him or anyone else she cared about.