Author's Note: I'm sorry it's been so long! This chapter is short, but I promise the next one will be longer. I hope you enjoy, and I apologize in advance for any typos/grammatical errors.
Ahsoka raced threw the hall lit with red flashing lights, blaster in one hand, Han's hand in the other. Just ahead of them a group of death watch and mandalorian troops poured into the hall. Ahsoka looked around quickly, then shot the top off what she thought was a vent and shoved Han into it.
"Hey!" he cried, his voice echoing as he fell. Ahsoka winced as she realized that the drop was a bit longer then she'd previously suspected. She started shooting at the intruders, blasters bolts pinging off the blaster proof armor they wore. She swore, partially glad that Obi-Wan and Anakin weren't there to hear her. Anakin said things a thousand times worse, yet it had always bugged him when Ahsoka made use of the lighter phrases she'd heard him use. realizing there was only one option, Ahsoka leapt in after Han. The drop was long, and halfway down her nose registered a unpleasant smell.
"Oh no," she groaned seconds before landing in a pile of garbage. A very angry very wet Han sat on another part of the pile across from her. He glared at her.
"The garbage shut," he observed. "What a great idea." Then he wrinkled his noise and added, "What a wonderful smell you've discovered."
"Oh, relax," Ahsoka said sharply, trudging through the thigh high disposal. "We'll find a way out of this." There was a door on the other side of the shut and Ahsoka pushed against it. Locked. Han glared at her and grabbed the blaster from her.
"Give me that," he snapped. Ahsoka opened her mouth to warn him against his plan, but was to late as he squeezed the trigger. The blaster bolt bounced off the locking mechanism and from wall to wall. Han and Ahsoka ducked, arms covering their heads protectively. At last the bolt landed in the few inches of water and other unidentified liquids, sizzling out of existence. Ahsoka rose and glared at Han. She snatched the blaster back from him.
"Don't do that again," she warned.
"Well how do you expect us to get out of here?" Han demanded.
"Patience," Ahsoka said. She closed her eyes, reached into the force, focusing it ion the locking mechanism. Seconds later, there was click, and Ahsoka opened the door, shooting Han a triumphant grin. Han rolled his eyes and followed her out.
Trip and Bo Katan raced through the halls of the hide out, making their way to the back exit. They ran into a few group of death watch and mandalorion guards, and either escaped them or dispatched the lot of them. Trip felt a pit of worry in his stomach. he'd had no contact from Ahsoka or Han, and couldn't help fearing what could be happening to his small nephew. His father would certainly kill Trip if anything happened to the boy. The two soldiers raced around a corner and instinctively brought their weapons up as they found two other occupants of the tunnel. They lowered them again when they recognized Ahsoka and Han.
"Han!" Trip said, relived. he ran up and grabbed his nephews shoulders, then stepped back and wrinkled his noise in disgust. "What happened to you? You smell like you fell into a garbage shut."
"We did," Han said darkly. Trip glanced questioningly at Ahsoka.
"Well, he's still alive isn't he?" Ahsoka said with a shrug. There were sounds of blaster fire from behind them and Trip began to head down the tunnel.
"Come on, companies coming," he said. Together the four of them raced down the hall.
TBC