Steeler

Ahsoka's POV

It's been a day since it happened. I hadn't stopped crying. His voice rang in my head non-stop, "LOOK AWAY!!!" I couldn't sleep through the night. I lost the person I care about most. The image of the masked man flickered like a light in my mind. I couldn't eat either. My apatite was demolished. The small shuttle I stole from the Dreadnought carried me to where I desired to go, but I don't know where.

I decided to head to the closest inhabitable planet in search of clues. I would have killed that murderer when I was still on his ship. I don't know why I didn't go after him. I guess I just wanted to wake up from that nightmare. I won't return to the Jedi until I have justice.

The closest planet was Tatooine. I've been there only once when I was younger. Axle and I would laugh when Anakin talked about his hatred for sand. That made me cry harder. I landed in Mos eisley and walked out of the docking bay. I put a grey cloak on and walked outside.

That masked person looked like he belonged to a cult of some kind. It wasn't Dooku and it couldn't have been Grievous so who else has the authority to command a secret Separatist Dreadnought? And that energy sound. Somehow it knocked me out. I'm guessing why it's so secret. The cantina was across from me. I wonder if any of those drunks would spill some information.

I walked inside and over to the bar. I felt someone grab me in an inappropriate place. I elbowed the drunk in the face and he hit the ground hard. I gave a disgusting look at him and walked away. I wiped the place he touched to rid it of his accents. I tabbed the bartender on the shoulder and he turned to me. "I'm looking for anyone who works for the Separatists. You know someone?" He stared at me for a second, then pointed over to some bounty hunters. I walked over to them. They looked at me. Some gave smirks, "Hey honey. You looking for some fun?" I showed even more disgust. Drunks. All they think about is sex. "I'm looking for information about a Separatist." Some of their smirks faded away, "Sorry sweetie, but we can't help you." Two of them stood up and walked towards me, "You've got a lot of nerve walking over here. Maybe we'll have fun with you after all." I quickly jumped and kicked him in the face. The others got up and charged me. I continued to push and kick them down.

One of them grabbed me from behind and held me tight. Other mercenaries were ready to beat me when a voice stopped them, "You don't want to do that." One bounty hunter with a sleek haircut walked toward us. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" The mercenary holding me asked. One merc ran up to him, but the bounty hunter grabbed his arm, snapped it, and through him aside. His eyes glistened in the light, "The name's Steeler. And I think you're picking a fight you can't win." That angered the other mercs and they charged him. Steeler slammed into them with quick movements. He looked like he was well trained. Like a Mandalorian. But if he was a Mandalorian, where's his armor and helmet? Steeler continued to block, punch, and kick until the other hunters were all on the ground.

What I completely didn't expect was when Steeler pushed his way to me, he picked me up and kicked right underneath me at the mercenary leader's crotch. He fell to the ground holding his balls. What was funny is that if he didn't pick me up, that foot could have ended up in the wrong place.

He put me back on my feet, "You can let go of me now." I didn't even notice my arms were around his neck. I quickly put my hands down. "You're looking for Sepes?" He asked. I looked into his eyes. I thought I saw something familiar. "Is something wrong?" Steeler asked. I snapped out of it, "Sorry. Yes. I'm looking for Separatists." He smiled, "I think I can help, but we might wanna get moving before these guys start round two." I nodded and we both ran out of the cantina.