(Coruscant)
Agent, former commander, Fulcrum, all of these titles are applicable to the former padawan of the great Anakin Skywalker, a noble, kind hearted Jedi who used to fight in the clone wars, a campaign that lasted three years and it pitted the republic against the Confederacy of Independent systems in a fight for supremacy and survival. In the republic's case, they were determined to bring peace and stability across each planet they liberated, which of course they did, but at the cost of some civilian casualties, including one of their own. Despite all that, they persisted and succeeded up until General Grievous was killed by Obi-Wan on Utapau. Evading the empire under the guise of Fulcrum is not easy for the togruta, but she has her ways despite the odds against her. Days off are normally not in her mind due to being busy hiding out while feeding information to the rebellion. Years later, she lived in the same city that she practically called home, the ex Jedi got up from her bed, raising her arms high above her head, feeling the bones of her spine crack with a pop-pop-pop, moaning audibly onto how good it felt when loosening up.
Standing up from her bed, Ahsoka made her way towards the refresher, discarding her PJ's to the side, her bare orange body shone by the moonlight outside as she stepped foot inside of the shower. The warm waters envelope her curvy, well-built body perfectly, sighing in content while applying body soap around her breasts, abs, and backside. There's something so relaxing about taking a shower, physically, it can wash away the bruises or torn muscles of the body, for the mind and soul however, it heals most of the bad omen away while meditating. For what felt like an eternity in the steamy booth, Ahsoka finally stepped out of the refresher, a towel wrapped around her fit frame as she walked towards her quarters, dropping her towel to the side of the bed, feeling the air hit her nude body everywhere as she did so, stretching her body once more for good measure. Checking on her datpad for any plans, Ahsoka is invited to the Coruscant ball, a traditional ball that conveys the nightlife of the capital city. With no plans in mind, she decided to go to the ball solo, not that it matters that she has no date, it is fun to go out and sport an elegant dress with heels, not that she is complaining about it, it is after all a nice change of pace from going deep undercover while feeding information to the rebellion. Of course, she goes by
Ashla in public as it was the word for light side and it disguised her true identity really well. Walking to her speeder, the tall togruta sped towards the senate building, where the event is taking place. Lights and a red carpet is present, reporters scrambling to get some insight into her life, but she merely smiles, letting her eyes do all the talking.
At the corner of her eye, she noticed a person being bullied by a couple of drunk aliens, excusing herself from the main entrance, still in her heels, she is not sure if it can work in a fight, but she must try.
"What's going on here?" Ahsoka announced herself, stopping the gang from physically abusing a togruta man, a fellow species to see is nice, but it breaks her heart to see one of her people almost get beaten to a pulp, this definitely felt personal from her eyes.
"He owes me a lot of money for the boss, and we shall make an example of him." An aqalish said, swinging its fist towards the man, but before it can land, it is blocked by Ahsoka's, shunning the man back, she gets into a fighting crouch, the victim took a step back from the chaos, seeing the woman kicked and sweeped at the men, easily knocking one off balance, while kicking one in the gonads, causing a scream of agony. This scene felt too familiar to her, it reminded her so much of the time she protected Trace against two green aliens and a boss that owed her sister Rafa money.
Once the blow was delivered, Ahsoka frowned at them.
"I think you all need to leave now." Ahsoka said, her eyes not leaving them as the man recovered to his knees.
"This is not over!" the leader said, his men following after him in a clumsy way due to one of them being destroyed down below.
"Are you ok?" Ahoska asked, receiving a nod of yes.
"Wh-Who are you?" the togruta man asked, very relieved to see one of his fellow species in this city, but needed to get to a hotel for safety.
"I'm Ashla, you're safe now. Here, some credits for you to stay at a hotel and get some medical supplies." Ahsoka handed him a couple of credits, thanking her for both saving his life and helping get him accommodations to get away from the thugs.
After that is done, she casually walks back to the red carpet which leads to the entrance. Sensing her surroundings, there's no imminent danger at the moment, instead, it is the familiar aura of her former master, a grin appearing on her face the moment he steps into view.
"Wow, snips! You definitely have grown up." Anakin smiled, his hair slicked back for the occasion as he too was invited to the event as he too has no plans of his own, offering up his arm for her.
Hooking right into it, Ahsoka smiled as she walked alongside her handsome master into the entrance of the senate building, her blue dress sparkling along with the lights inside of the lobby, looking forward to seeing how this night would go. Normally, she sees Anakin as a big brother when she was younger, now as an adult, the torgurta began harboring feelings about him, biting her lip slightly at the thought. For now, it's showtime, there will be time for more pondering once this is all over, for the better, she hopes.
(TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2).
