An alarm blares. Ahsoka startles from her meditation. Sheesh, it's a rare day when an alarm gets to her before her force senses do, but then again, it's a rare day she reaches true inner stillness. Ironic how easy it had been to reach that state in the midst of the war, in snatches between the battles, and yet so difficult now, even if as her days were spent in solitude, waiting.

Ahsoka scans the screen in front of her. Shit. An unexpected life form right in the midst of her patchwork shelter. That really shouldn't be possible: ten different other alarms should have gone off before someone could have even landed on this moon. Oh well.

Ahsoka calls a blaster to her hand, shouts a warning into her comm link, and runs towards the invaded room.