Priscilla Writes

The Jedi Order had prepared Ahsoka Tano for a lot of things, but it had not prepared her for this. 

The strange aroma of the trading market wafted through the open air, a surprising mix of plants, fried foods and speeder fluid. Coruscant wasn’t exactly known for pleasant smells—especially not here, in its lower levels. But the mixture of flowers and grease was especially jarring. As was the chorus of voices floating through the makeshift stalls and haphazardly erected tables in the open space between towering buildings—a cacophony of arguments and haggling, each conversation barely indistinguishable from the last. 

It was a wonder anyone came to any agreement at all. 

Ahsoka sighed. Better to get this over with. 

She drew the golden pendant from one of the pockets in her cloak and weighed it in her hand. It wouldn’t get her much, but maybe she could trade up if she was strategic. She needed enough credits to extend her stay in the seedy motel room she was renting. Just enough to buy her some time to figure out what she was supposed to do now. How she was supposed to earn a living. 

When she’d left the Temple, she’d taken only what she had on her. The clothes on her back, plus a few credits. But those would run out soon, and so would her luck.

Then again, that might have run out a long time ago.

She took a deep breath, fighting back the memories of the past few weeks. They had been the worst weeks of her life. On the run after being wrongly accused, she’d found herself alone. Framed by someone she believed was her friend. Hunted and made to stand trial in front of the Jedi Council and the Chancellor. 

But worse than all of that had been everyone in her life believing the worst about her.

Everyone except Anakin. 

And how had she thanked him? By leaving when he asked her to stay.

But I had to, she thought, doing her best to swallow the guilt that plagued her everytime she thought of Anakin. Even though she had no idea what she was going to do now, Ahsoka knew she’d made the right decision by leaving the Order. 

But that didn’t mean it hadn’t been the hardest decision of her life.