Star Wars: Ahsoka

IN HER FAVOR, the armored figure hadn’t yet drawn a weapon. They really did want to talk. Ahsoka’s own blaster still hung at her side, but she could get to it if she needed to. It didn’t matter how quickly the figure could draw and fire, Ahsoka would be faster. Her Jedi-trained reflexes were more than sufficient for that. At the same time, she knew that there was no point in a firefight unless she was provoked. The Black Sun agent had come looking for Ashla, so Ashla could deal with them.

“I’m surprised Black Sun has heard of me,” Ahsoka said. She relaxed her shoulders but stayed alert, her eyes scanning the visitor’s armor for weaknesses and her feelings seeking out the surge of aggression that would precipitate a fight.

“My organization keeps watch on this whole sector,” the agent said. The voice modulator made the words difficult to understand. It must be an old machine. Either this agent was new and couldn’t afford good tech yet, or they were seasoned and had had their gear for a while. “We tend to notice when our business ventures go awry.”

Business ventures was not the term Ahsoka would have used. She considered all forms of sentient-being trafficking abhorrent. She absently calculated how long it would take to get her ship in the air from her starting position at the bottom of the ramp. The freighter wasn’t designed for quick takeoffs, but you could generally push a ship to do anything once, and this might be her one time.

“Well,” she said. “I don’t know much about that sort of thing. I’m just a hired pilot.”

“My organization is aware of that, too,” the agent said. “You’re much better than those petty Fardi scum. Whatever they’re paying you, we’ll double it.”

“You’re offering me a job.” Ahsoka’s voice was flat.

“We are,” the agent said. “Lucrative contracts, and all the benefits that come with working for such a high-level organization.”

Ahsoka almost wished the agent had come in firing.

“I had a certain amount of freedom with the Fardis,” she said. “I doubt your employers would continue to let me be so independent.”

“There are some limitations they would expect you to accept,” the agent conceded. They shifted, and Ahsoka saw that the knee plating on their armor was cracked. That would be her first target, if it came to that. “And there’s also the matter of the credits you owe them.”

“I don’t owe anyone anything,” Ahsoka said.

“Oh, but you do,” the agent said. “You’ve cost Black Sun thousands of credits, and you’ll pay them back one way or another.”

“This is sounding less and less like a job,” Ahsoka said.

“Your corpse is also acceptable,” the agent said.

“Do I get some time to think about it?” Ahsoka asked.

“Not long,” the agent said. “There will be others searching for you. I’m lucky I found you first.”

If Black Sun wanted a smuggler they felt had snubbed them badly enough to send out bounty hunters, then a suspected Jedi would be an even better target. She couldn’t reveal herself to this agent any more than she could have to the Imperials back on Thabeska. It would mean more people chasing her, and while she knew that she could handle them, she had others to consider. Wherever she set down next would become a target, just by virtue of her presence. She had to be careful.

“I’m very flattered,” she said. “But I don’t think I’m interested.”

To their credit, the Black Sun agent didn’t hesitate, but they were still too slow. Ahsoka was halfway up the ramp of her ship before the first salvo of blaster shots sounded and closing the door before the second round. The agent could have charged the ramp but chose instead to retreat back to their own ship. It seemed they now had fewer qualms about shooting her and were going to try to take her in the air.

There was good reason for this. The freighter was bulky and hadn’t been designed for speed. The agent’s vessel was sleek and vicious, a predator in ship’s clothing. Ahsoka was going to have her work cut out for her. She started the takeoff sequence before she even had the hatch shut. As soon as she was airborne, she turned around. Looking down, she saw the agent running up the ramp of their own vessel. The ship’s guns were powerful but would fire slowly. All she had to do was avoid a direct hit.

“Easy as anything,” she said.

She fired the engines, putting as much distance between her and the Black Sun agent as she could while they were still ascending. Maybe they would be a terrible pilot and this would be easy.

“Or maybe not,” she said, as the agent’s ship closed the gap on hers.

She gave the engines more fuel and took the ship down toward the mountain peaks. She’d have to lose her pursuer that way. A flurry of stone erupted on her port side as the agent’s artillery laid waste to a mountainside. She dodged the rubble and flew lower, trying to force them to fly down after her.

“Cloud cover would be very handy,” she said to no one in particular. Even R2-D2 couldn’t control the weather.