Close Calls
Title: Close Calls
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Summary: Dawn stood to the side in a crowded spaceport, wishing she’d thought through her plan more.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Lucasfilm owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.
Word Count:567
Author's Note: Part of the Dawn Solo verse, taking place after Escape Artist.
Dawn stood to the side in a crowded spaceport, wishing she’d thought through her plan more. Getting off of Togoria and away from Mrrov had been easy enough. There’s been a starship that didn’t mind having a paying passenger on board, as long as she didn’t cause trouble. They’d taken her as far as Corellia before she had to find her own way. Unfortunately, Coronet City was huge. Larger than she remembered. The last time she’d been here was years ago with Han and Bria before that all imploded, and she didn’t remember it all that well.
Carefully looking at the screens advertising the different flight options, Dawn didn’t notice the man sidling up to her before it was too late.
“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doin’ all by yourself?” Dawn jumped, startled by the voice. She turned around to see a heavyset Twi’lek male giving her a toothy grin. “You get lost?”
“No,” Dawn replied, hoping that she sounded confident and not nervous as nervous as she felt.
“You sure? Because I know some folks who might be able to help you find your way,” the Twi’lek offered, leaning in closer, his breath brushing her face.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine,” Dawn protested, taking a step back. “I don’t need your help.”
“See, that’s not what it looks like from here,” he began, crowding into her space. “I think you look a little lost, and that’s where me and my friends…”
“Is there a problem here?” a new voice asked. Dawn and the Twi’lek both turned to see a Togrutan woman walking towards them. Her blue eyes darted between the two of them, and narrowed slightly when they settled on the Twi’lek.
“No, not at all,” the Twi’lek protested, taking a step back. “She just seemed a little lost, that’s all, and I was just trying to help.”
The markings above the Togrutan rose slightly, almost as if she was raising her eyebrows. “You’re just going to go about your business,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle, her fingers moving slightly.
“I’m-I’m just going to go about my business,” he repeated, sounding dazed and confused.
“This girl and any other girl you might find don’t need your help.”
“They don’t need my help.”
“Move along.”
The Twi’lek stumbled away following that command, leaving Dawn staring with wide eyes.
“How did you do that?” she whispered, looking up at her rescuer.
The woman smiled and tucked her hands into her pockets. “Practice,” she answered with a wink. “You better hurry up and get your ticket. The spaceports been getting rougher lately, and CorSec hasn’t been able to keep up with all the problems.”
Dawn nodded. “Thank you…” her voice trailed off, not knowing who she should be thanking. For all his flaws, her brother had raised her to be polite, especially when somebody did you a favor.
“Ahsoka,” the woman said after a brief pause.
“Thank you, Ahsoka.” Dawn hurried over to the nearest ticket counter. She turned around to wave to the Togrutan, but somehow she’d managed to vanish into the crowd.
Huh. Weird, Dawn thought, scanning the crowd. Shrugging, she turned back to the list of flights to see if there was one heading to Coruscant soonish. The faster she got to Han, the less likely it would be that any message from Mrrov got to him first.
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Summary: Dawn stood to the side in a crowded spaceport, wishing she’d thought through her plan more.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Lucasfilm owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.
Word Count:567
Author's Note: Part of the Dawn Solo verse, taking place after Escape Artist.
Dawn stood to the side in a crowded spaceport, wishing she’d thought through her plan more. Getting off of Togoria and away from Mrrov had been easy enough. There’s been a starship that didn’t mind having a paying passenger on board, as long as she didn’t cause trouble. They’d taken her as far as Corellia before she had to find her own way. Unfortunately, Coronet City was huge. Larger than she remembered. The last time she’d been here was years ago with Han and Bria before that all imploded, and she didn’t remember it all that well.
Carefully looking at the screens advertising the different flight options, Dawn didn’t notice the man sidling up to her before it was too late.
“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doin’ all by yourself?” Dawn jumped, startled by the voice. She turned around to see a heavyset Twi’lek male giving her a toothy grin. “You get lost?”
“No,” Dawn replied, hoping that she sounded confident and not nervous as nervous as she felt.
“You sure? Because I know some folks who might be able to help you find your way,” the Twi’lek offered, leaning in closer, his breath brushing her face.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine,” Dawn protested, taking a step back. “I don’t need your help.”
“See, that’s not what it looks like from here,” he began, crowding into her space. “I think you look a little lost, and that’s where me and my friends…”
“Is there a problem here?” a new voice asked. Dawn and the Twi’lek both turned to see a Togrutan woman walking towards them. Her blue eyes darted between the two of them, and narrowed slightly when they settled on the Twi’lek.
“No, not at all,” the Twi’lek protested, taking a step back. “She just seemed a little lost, that’s all, and I was just trying to help.”
The markings above the Togrutan rose slightly, almost as if she was raising her eyebrows. “You’re just going to go about your business,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle, her fingers moving slightly.
“I’m-I’m just going to go about my business,” he repeated, sounding dazed and confused.
“This girl and any other girl you might find don’t need your help.”
“They don’t need my help.”
“Move along.”
The Twi’lek stumbled away following that command, leaving Dawn staring with wide eyes.
“How did you do that?” she whispered, looking up at her rescuer.
The woman smiled and tucked her hands into her pockets. “Practice,” she answered with a wink. “You better hurry up and get your ticket. The spaceports been getting rougher lately, and CorSec hasn’t been able to keep up with all the problems.”
Dawn nodded. “Thank you…” her voice trailed off, not knowing who she should be thanking. For all his flaws, her brother had raised her to be polite, especially when somebody did you a favor.
“Ahsoka,” the woman said after a brief pause.
“Thank you, Ahsoka.” Dawn hurried over to the nearest ticket counter. She turned around to wave to the Togrutan, but somehow she’d managed to vanish into the crowd.
Huh. Weird, Dawn thought, scanning the crowd. Shrugging, she turned back to the list of flights to see if there was one heading to Coruscant soonish. The faster she got to Han, the less likely it would be that any message from Mrrov got to him first.