Weekly update? From me? That's unheard of. I've actually got a couple chapters ready to post, so weekly update until middle of October most likely. Also, as I've been writing more, I'm coming to a place where I can end this fan fiction. Don't panic though! I"m not done writing about Bane and Ahsoka's adventures. I'm thinking of doing this like a series. I hope you'll all enjoy the coming chapters!

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Anakin's tiny, shimmering image disappeared and Ahsoka felt how alone she was again. She turned, expecting to see Bane in the doorway. He wasn't there, nor was he lurking in the hallway anywhere near the main hold. Apparently, he'd been honest about letting her roam the ship. That didn't mean she was going to keep her end of the bargain. She made her way to the cockpit, which was locked. She still hadn't found Bane. Not a problem, but it would have been nice to know where he was. She set to hacking the door and almost immediately was stopped.

A soft ting, like a dart being fired, echoed in the corridor and before Ahsoka could turn around, a steel cable wrapped around her waist. She was yanked back into Bane's waiting hands. "I thought we had a deal."

Ahsoka pushed herself back, which did little since the cable tethered her to the bounty hunter. "Had to try, didn't I?"

"Try it again, and I'll lock ya in a room again."

"Fine," Ahsoka spat.

"Good." Bane retracted his cable into his gauntlet and left. Ahsoka thought about skulking off in the opposite direction but decided to follow him, keep your enemies close and all that.

Bane went back to the Galley, ignoring Ahsoka as he sat at a holo table and continued a game of Holo Chess. "Do you drink anything besides alcohol?" Ahsoka scoffed as he opened a beer, tossing an already empty bottle on the ground. Bane continued to ignore her and continued his game. Ahsoka was starting to feel hungry so went to find something to eat from the ship's storage. There wasn't much, and even less to drink that wasn't beer, but the food didn't have to be five stars. She sat on the counter, facing Bane and watched his game. Bane won with an underhanded trick which Ahsoka didn't even see coming. She had been sure he was going to lose his game. He sat back with his bottle, watching her. The silence and tension as they stared at each other grew heavier as one dared the other to look away first. The temptation was great for Ahsoka since the way he was looking at her reminded her of how he had had her pinned to the floor. She half expected him to stalk over to her and kiss her again.

Finally, Bane broke the silence, asking, "Do'you play Pazaak?"

"What?"

"Pazaak. Card game."

"No."

"Damn," Bane muttered as he pulled out a deck of cards. He divided it into two piles, one much smaller than the other. He drew four cards from the smaller deck then set it aside. Next, he started drawing and placing cards from the larger deck. The cards only had numbers on them. As he played cards from the large deck, once in a while, he'd play a card from his hand. Those cards were different, either having a plus or minus along with a number.

After six rounds, at least from what Ahsoka could figure out, She finally broke the silence. "Alright, how does this work?"

Bane looked up at her and gestured to the seat across from him as he reshuffled the decks. "De object is to git chur cards to equal twenty, or as close as ya can git witout going over." He dealt her four cards. "Ya can play one of does per round. First to three wins." Bane placed a card in each of their play areas from the main deck. She had a 7 and he had an 8. She glanced at her hand, two +6, one -6 and one +2. "Hold or draw?"

"Draw." 6 to her, 9 to him. She played a +6. "Hold." Bane nodded and drew a card for himself. He drew and eight and Ahsoka thought she'd won, but he played a -5, putting his total at exactly twenty.

"Good round, you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Now let's make it a bit more interesting."

"How?" She asked cautiously.

"Loser has to answer a question honestly."

"What kind of question?"

He shrugged. "Whatever the winner wants to know."

Ahsoka considered for a moment then nodded. "Deal." This could be the perfect way to get information from him.

"Den let's play."

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Bane dealt out the cards, not too upset with his hand; -5, +6, +4 and +3. The first game was simple enough, with Bane asking the first question. "When'd chu become a Jedi?"

Ahsoka glared quizzically as he shuffled. "Master Plo found me when I was two."

"So you've never know anything but The Order?"

"One question per win.

Bane smirked and conceded the question. The next game was a draw, and third game went to Ahsoka.

"Why'd you kidnap me?"

"Information," he answered. "Figured your master would tell me what I wanted in return for you."

Another draw, another win for Bane. "Have you ever wanted to leave the Jedi?"

"No!" Ahsoka won. "Why the personal question? You could be getting the information you want."

"Just curious." Bane had one card left, a +3, he had to win this last game. He drew a 6, 3 and 8 for himself. Perfect. He played his last card and grinned. "Ever gotten black out drunk?"

"No." Ahsoka dropped her cards on the table and stood. "Well this was a fun waste of time, I'll just leave you to your drinking alone then."

"Stay."

"No thanks."

Bane's hand shot out and caught hers, pulling her back towards the table. "Stay." He really didn't have a reason he wanted her to stay other than, that's what he wanted.

"Fine." She wrenched her arm back and sat down.

"Good," Bane said as he stood and grabbed two more beers. "Catch." He tossed her one.

"I don't drink."

"Now ya do." She eyed the bottle skeptically. "Ya got nothing better to do."

"Then I guess I'll do nothing."

"Suit churself." He popped the cap on the table and took a long swing.

"So why are you letting me go?"

"Chu've crashed my ship, almost got us caught by smugglers, injured churself and me, so I'm just done. Nothing's worth dis shit."

"Then why trick me back onto your ship?"

Bane drank more, avoiding the question. Of course, he knew what he wanted to say, but saying it-well that wouldn't end well.

"Why?" He stayed silent. "Fine. How about one more game?"

"Only if we raise the stakes."

"How?"

"Loser has to drink." He said, tapping her closed bottle. "Tink you can handle it?"

"Sure." She popped the top. "I won't be drinking.

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New chapter next week! Who do you think will get shit-faced?