'Soka - Ahsoka x Reader

Chapter 52- What Are You Doing Here?

You landed your ship between two cliffs in what looked like a deserted desert. Luckily for you, the whole planet looked like a deserted desert. Tatooine was controlled by the Hutt Clan which could provide as useful if you needed currency. Your bounty hunter past could come in handy.

You opened the hatch and jumped out of your fighter, grabbing your bag as you jumped. You hid your lightsaber underneath your cloak as you enabled all security measures on your ship, just in case a petty smuggler was looking for a cheap score. If anyone went near your ship, they'd get instantly zapped with a current of electricity.

When you were about twenty-five, Kaiden showed you how to enable the protocols. He was good with ships and used to own a ship that he modified to make it easier to kill clones when he trained under Dooku. 

You thought about trying to find Kaiden, but it would be impossible, he could be on the other side of the Galaxy for all you knew. Nope, you'd have to get on by yourself. So you began to walk towards the only form of civilization you saw on the barren planet.

As you walked, you began to think about what you've experienced from a young age till now. First your mother was killed by your father, then you had to leave your only home. After that, you became a Jedi and fought in your fair share of wars, you made some friends and some enemies. Your mind traveled to the thought of Bors. The Cerean was probably dead by now, killed during Order 66. You tried to shake it off, all Bors did when you were young was make fun of you for taking so long to get your kyber crystal.

You thought about when your father crashed Duchess Satine's speech on Mandalore and fought you. He shot you twice that day before leaving with no shame. Your stomach tingled where the scar was still present.  After almost seventeen years, it stayed, proving itself a reminder of what you recently lost. She was dead, and there was nothing you could do.

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When you finally reached the small town, you looked around for a possible place to eat. There were a few people walking around, selling, buying, that type of crap. Growing up in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, you never had to worry a lot about credits and making money. The Republic Senate funded almost anything.

You noticed a cantina as you walked past a few bounty hunters. The sign said "Mos Eisley Cantina".
When you walked in, seven Biths were playing music from a small platform. Almost everyone was drunk and you had to maneuver around the dancing bounty hunters and pilots as they tried to drink more than their bodies could handle.

"Can I get you anything?" The man at the counter asked.
"Do you have any food?" You asked.
"Yes, but I don't think you'll want it, we have some pilots experiencing the aftermath of getting stupidly drunk," the man said.
"I see," you said. "I'll just be going, I have some business to attend to."

You stepped away from the counter and began to walk back to the entrance to leave, but you were stopped by a few drunk pilots.
"Hey you look too sober," he said. "Join us!"
"No thanks," you said trying to push through the crowd.
"Nah, we insist," the pilot pushed a shot of amber liquid towards your face. "Just drink it."
"No," you said moving away from the drink, but the man pushed it closer to you. "Stop!"

You raised your blaster and shot the ceiling twice to get everyone's attention.
"Go home and rethink your life," you said to the pilot with a little too much persuasiveness in your voice.
"I will go home and rethink my life," the pilot said dropping the shot glass and he left the cantina.
"Sorry everybody," you said putting away your blaster and walking out of the cantina.