Ahsoka's Task

Chatper 5 The Mission Comes First

The public freighter orbiting Dac, Ahsoka gazed through the viewport at the blue planet below. She could see clearly the planet-wide oceans Mon Calamari, glistening and moist, like the enormous eye of some enormous space-dwelling behemoth. Ringed about it were its famous shipyards. Immense and majestic, they encircled the planet, a grey, artificial belt. Looking closer, the Padawan saw ships of all sizes under construction and the defensive turrets that bristled along the surface of the shipyards, an unpleasant reminder of the ongoing conflict.

Ahsoka lay back in her seat and breathed a heavy sigh. It had been a long trip. Departing the Jedi Temple had been a relief and Padme had been a joy, but the week-long voyage from the Core to the Outer Rim had taken its toll on the young Jedi. After seven standard days in a cramped freighter with thirty other people, Ahsoka felt frustrated, anxious and, frankly, horny.

Looking up, she squeezed her legs together as a particularly attractive female Twi'lek passed down the aisle next to Ahsoka's seat. The Twi'lek's incredibly tight green pants showed off an ample arse, undulating with each step the alien took. Her upper body was no less provocative. Cut off just below her breasts was a matching green top, perhaps even tighter than her pants. Silver rings encircled her Lekku that jiggled slightly whenever she moved. Ahsoka felt ready to burst. She wanted to jump up and slice the Twi'lek's clothes off with her lightsaber. She wanted to take her on the floor of the freighter, stripping off her own clothes as she did. She wanted to take those lovely breasts in her mouth and pleasure her womanhood with her thin orange fingers.

Ahsoka shook herself. She knew she couldn't. If Ahsoka was to be a teacher, she needed control, a lot of control. Even so, Padawan Tano let her hand drop down, under her skirt, past her panties, and take her mind off things.

The roar of engines woke the Togruta. They were beginning their descent into Dac. Finally, she thought. Peering through the viewport, Ahsoka took the brown hood off her head. The sight that her eyes beheld was magical. Like a jewel against endless blue, Ahsoka gaped at Coral City. Although the city in no way resembled coral, that did not diminish its beauty. Resting on top the ocean, great ringed spires shot up into the sky. A mass of large circular streets, buildings and connecting roads, the main city of Mon Calamari was a sight to behold for even the most enlightened and weathered traveller. The freighter Captain announced their arrival, a cheerful undertone colouring his voice, and directed the ship towards the nearest landing platform.

Ahsoka bounded down out of the ship and onto the platform, her knee high boots clacking against the stone tiles. Cargo crates lined the rim of the landing, their silver surfaces scored and scratched from repeated use. A troop of massive binary load-lifters approached and with them, came a small Mon Calamari official. Ahsoka concluded that this deck officer was to be the instrument in her first step in finding Tundra Dowmeia's niece.

In a typically watery Mon Cal accent, the official set his mechanical servants to their work; a webbed hand perpetually stuck holding a datapad. On his head he sported a white cap with a blue Mon Calamari Port Authority insignia on the side, a matching uniform adorning his body. The system's principal star beat mercilessly upon his water-rich skin and he took a small gasp for air. Hoping to avoid almost certain dehydration, the Mon Cal turned to leave his droids when a young Togruta caught his eye. Sunlight glinted off her skin, making a bronze beauty in the daylight. She approached him with a smile on her lips and a query in her eyes. He would do whatever he could to make this lovely young lady welcome on Dac.

"Excuse me," Ahsoka politely called when she was within hearing distance. The Mon Cal official straightened his back and puffed out his chest, a veritable soldier on parade. "Welcome to Dac, miss. May I be of any assistance?"

The Padawan tried to keep from giggling in the presence of this jumped-up frog. She realised that that would insult the little amphibian, so she retained her composure and met his stance with a militaristic one of her own. "That depends," Ahsoka said, "I'm looking for an associate of mine, in the main Quarren city. Do you know where that is?"