It was a good hour, before Hilda seemed even vaguely interested in another candidate. But when she did, she kinda perked in her chair. It was a strange sight to see, coming from her.

A Togruta stepped over, taking a seat in front of them. She was a head shorter then Hilda, although far more beautiful. It was hard to find an ugly Togruta. She had orange skin, and twin striped tentacles, in place of hair, which dangled to just past her waist.

There was something about her, Gene couldn't place it, but she just... felt... off...

"Hi," the Togruta bounced in her seat. All kinds of happy. "I'm Ahsoka Tano, but all my friends call me Ahsoka." She introduced herself, but didn't offer her hand.

Hilda grinned. "Don't see many Revanist, making their way as Outlaws."

The Togruta sighed, obviously wanting to keep, whatever a "Revanist" was, private. "Don't see many Force Sensitives, period," She confirmed, anyway. There were only a few thousand, in a galaxy of millions of trillions.

Hilda shrugged, "True enough."

"What exactly is a Revanist?" Gene asked

Ahsoka easily explained, "Sometimes, magic mutates, giving special powers to a family line."

Gene scowled, "As if I don't know that much."

Ahsoka shrugged, "Well then, have you herd of 'Force Sensitives'."

Gene gave a nod, "That's a mutation which allows people to bend Cosmic Forces, right?"

Ahsoka smiled, "Top of the class. But what a lot of people don't know, is there are two sides of The Force. The Light Side, and the Dark Side. Basically good and evil. Jedi follow a strick code, believing themselves the 'good guys'. Real holier then thou. Well Sith do evil for evil sake. We Revanist believe light and darkness exist in everything. That trying to deny either is harmful, in the long run. We don't try to be saints or sinners. We are just people, who happen to have a gift. We should use it responsibly, but there is no shame having fun with it, either."

Gene gave a hesitant nod. From what he knew about Force Sensitives, they were all religious extremist. Dark or Light didn't matter, they were all crazy.

Gene replied, "It's kinda a relief to know there are some Force Sensitive who aren't crazy."

The Togruta shrugged, "Revanist aren't that different from Jedi. Besides not kidnapping children, from their families, and not pretending we don't have emotions. By the time I was a Padawan, I had several doctorates worth of knowledge." She giggled, then winked.

Although it wasn't as bizarre to see on a Togruta face, given they were almost human in their appearance, and mannerisms.

"I've got all the basic Jedi Skills," Ahsoka informed. "Like lightsaber training, levitation, enhanced strength and durability, all that jazz. Plus the Sith's force lightning, and all the fun offensive powers. I'm also skilled in healing."

Hilda nodded, "So we established what you can do. But why do I need you on my crew."

The Togruta frowned.

"You don't expect me to hire you just cuz you got some talent." Hilda smirked. "Why do you WANT on my crew?"

Ahsoka shrugged, "I'm a Revanist, I want to be able to help people, and make a little coin on the side."


Hilda sighed, clearly not liking that answer. She was about to dismiss the girl, and lose a very powerful asset... when Gene spoke up.

"Why don't you tell us the real reason," The ginger bordley demanded. "We got enough idiots boasting about wanting coin. Surely you've seen how many of them were thrown out."

The Revanist went quiet, showing there was something she was holding back... how could Hilda have missed that? She must have been too distracted by the fact the girl was a Force wielder. Too quick to brush her away, for fear of this being "Too good to be true".

Ahsoka sighed, not knowing how to voice her feelings. The Revanist temple was more a school, then a permanent place to live. But it was true, Revanist tended to travel in groups. One master, with several apprentices under them. With many of the apprentices, having Padawans of their own.

The temple was really just a place to educate initiates. After they become Padawans... they rarely leave their Masters side. They may live similarly to Outlaws, or adventurers, but they weren't truly a part of those cultures.

"I recently completed my final trial, and have been promoted to Master," Ahsoka explained. "That's normally a title earned after several lifetimes... I got it in three... though I think... it was too early. I'm supposed to spend a lifetime traveling the Galaxy. Get some Wisdom to go with my skill. Then, return to the Temple. Where I will get my own ship, along with a few eager apprentices to look after... It will be some time before I see my people again..." She was lonely. Hilda could see it in her eyes.

"We might not be Revanist," Hilda reminded. "But I want my boat to feel like a family. Suppose I'm just trying to recapture what my old crew had." She sighed, and Gene gave her a funny look.

Ahsoka sighed, "Suppose I'm doing the same."

Hilda nodded, "You're hired."