Two months after The Wrong Jedi
Ahsoka placed the platter of stinking food on the table in front of a family of Gamorreans. Why anyone would actually order food smelling like that was beyond her but they seemed to like it. I should just be glad I have this job.
It hadn't taken Ahsoka long to realize Jedi didn't have many marketable skills in he civilian world, and at her age, finding a job had been even harder.
Ahsoka headed back toward the kitchen. Hopefully, the next customers would want something vaguely edible.
A man, his head covered by some sort of cloth, stood in her way. Ahsoka tried to duck past him but he blocked her. He gave her a lopsided smile that he probably thought was dashing. At least he's not as ugly as the one last week. That one had been so annoying Ahsoka had been tempted to use her lightsaber.
"So, when do you get off work?" Something about the way the man stood told Ahsoka he was dangerous, though he wasn't currently being aggressive.
Ahsoka glared at him. "It doesn't concern you." She tried to stare him down but he didn't move and she wasn't about to push past him. She touched her only lightsaber, which was concealed under her long shirt.
"She's way out of your league, Dengar!" a female's voice shouted from across the tavern.
Ahsoka's gaze flashed to a corner booth. Sitting at it was a Zabrak woman. Sugi. A Theelin woman sat next to her.
Dengar shrugged "Relax, Sugi, I was only playing around."
Sugi got up and headed toward Dengar. "From what Lattz here tells me, a guy in your group fooled around and got a lightsaber in his gut for his troubles."
Dengar squinted at Ahsoka. "You do look familiar."
Sugi glared at Dengar. "You idiot, that's Ahsoka. She was on the holonews a few months ago."
Dengar stepped out of Ahsoka's way. "My apologies. I didn't recognize you." The stupid smirk never left his face.
Sugi glanced around the cantina. "How about you come sit with us?"
Dengar winked at Ahsoka.
"No-one is waiting for food," Sugi said. "You can sit for a while."
Ahsoka let Sugi lead her to the booth. Sugi motioned for Ahsoka to sit next to Lattz. Ahsoka sat, glad she wasn't next to Dengar. Sugi leaned forward across the table. "How did you end up here? With the price of the food, I know it doesn't pay well."
Ahsoka hung her head. "The only things I know how to do are flying and fighting. There's a lot of anti-Jedi sentiment and the ones who are friendly to the Jedi don't trust someone my age in the cockpit of their aircraft."
Sugi leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. "If you're interested, I can get you a good job."
"Bounty hunter? I don't think so." Ahsoka met Sugi's gaze.
"It's a job defending farmers from a gang, like last time. Only difference is that this time, you'll get paid."
Dengar smirked. "Nothing immoral about this job. It's squeaky clean."
"What do you say?" Lattz asked.
Ahsoka looked at the three bounty hunters, then at the dingy cantina. "I'm in."