After two nights on the streets,
Ahsoka had hitchhiked on a delivery ship. Granted, it was not luxurious, but she was able to get on the other side of the planet. She jumped out as the shop slowed to a stop, and scurried before anyone noticed. The ship was in fact, transporting some jewelry for a market day.
As she casually crossed the street, Ahsoka spotted several people, eyeing her dark and thick cloak in the warm weather. She needed somewhere to hide, and fast. Thankfully, there was a library, only a block away. She needed somewhere to just relax.
As she opened the door, the bell rang. The librarian lifted her head, and looked her over curiously. "And who might you be?" She asked. The librarian was a pale purple Twi'lek, with a simple leather headdress, and a teal long sleeve dress. "I'm........," Ahsoka left her sentence hanging in the air. What will you do if someone finds you? Make up a name! The librarian sat there patiently, waiting.
"I'm...... Fulcrum." 
  
    "Welcome, Fulcrum, we've been expecting you." I almost stepped through the doorway, until I realized what the librarian just said. My hands flew​ to my lightsabers, just in time. The librarian started firing at me, and I blocked the shots. She was good, but I was better.
 
     Or so I thought.
We battled, she shot and I blocked. But only for the first few minutes. She started getting crafty. I almost got buried under an avalanche of books, a failed attempt to squish me. She eventually, forced me out of the library. Which was a bad move on my part. A lightsaber duel, would attract unwanted attention. But I had no other choice.
  
    The crowd that had been crossing, was now cowering in fear, not wanting to take part in the fight. In the midst of the fight, I heard a young togruta whisper to her father, "Daddy, can we please go home?"
 
     In my distraction, the librarian shot me in the shin, great. Just what I needed. I limped across the street, all the while deflecting blaster shots. I ran into a fork in the street, and chose to go left. Another fork. This time, I went right. Bad choice.
  
    I ran down the street, and came face to face with a brick wall. A dead end.
  
    I kept my lightsabers activated, the librarian should have been here by now....... I heard a strange sound, a gentle beep. Oh no.
Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

   I tried to run, but my leg slowed me down, and the detenator went off. I was airborne, from the force of the explosion. Lucky for me, I crashed through a window, and landed on a couch. Or maybe not so lucky. Because as I tried to get up, a group of strangers, dressed in dark armor, of a material that was not known to me.
  
    I activated my lightsabers, ready to fight. But the odds were against me. Seven versus one. Not a fair fight. But fair or not I was going to try. I charged at the one who looked like the leader.   There was no conversation, not a word. The blaster shots, and small bombs said it all.
   
     I force pushed a female into the wall, knocking her unconscious, which caused a male zabrak (his helmet didn't cover his horns) to charge at me. I sliced his blaster, backflipped and pinned him to the ground with my lightsabers at his throat. I sliced his helmet, and was met with a red and black face, with sith eyes glaring back at me.
 
    I almost spoke, but stopped as I felt a strange prick in my arm. I kept my left arm occupied with the zabrak, and glanced at my right. A small dart, penetrated my armor. A sleeping dart.
 
      I started to feel dizzy, the room became dark, and I passed out on the shop floor.