As the storage container is being moved

Ahsoka slept peacefully wrapped in warm fur coats until a sudden bump caused the Tagruta girl to bump her head into the lid of the container. She sat up, still covered in fluffy coats, and rubbed her eyes until she regained her composure. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but it felt like hours. However long the train would have moved quite a bit. Ahsoka needed to figure out where the train was so she could make her way back to the monastery. She was about to open the container and peek out when suddenly she heard something.

"Honestly who needs THIS many clothes?" said a voice, "These rich traders types make me sick."

"Damn straight," another voice replied, "Imagine bein' so rich you put all your old stuff in a warehouse, so you can go an' buy a bunch of new stuff. Real waste if you ask me."

Ahsoka gasped.

She was no longer on the train. While she was sleeping, the cargo had been unloaded and the coat container was being hauled away. The coats were being placed into storage. Along with her! Ahsoka grinded her teeth as she cursed her constant string of bad luck. Every time she thought she was getting ahead she ended up in falling down into further humiliation. Was the Will of the **** punishing her for some reason. However she quickly realized this might be a blessing in disguise. According to these movers, the owner of these coats put all their old clothes into a warehouse. If she could wait until the movers dropped off the cargo and left, Ahsoka could just borrow some clothes and walk back into the city without alerting any suspicion. Ahsoka leaned back and smiled. Things were finally starting to work out. The **** was guiding her to salvation. After a few minutes of cruising along the container stopped.

"Hold up you two," said an unfamiliar voice, "what have you got here."

"A couple clothing containers," one of the movers replied, "we're taking them into storage. Here's our credentials."

"Hmm. Well everything seems to be in order, but I'll need to look inside these crates. Ever since the empire arrived yesterday they're having us double check everything for contraband."

Ahsoka sat back up, face full of horror. She hadn't considered they'd check the contents of the containers. As the inspector approached Ahsoka froze. She had no where to go and was about to be discovered. Ahsoka closed her eyes and held her breath. She was too horrified to look the man about to gawk at her naked figure in the eye.

"Man, that's a lot of hats," the inspector said.

Ahsoka opened one of her eyes. The container was still closed. Where was the inspector?

"All right this container seems clean, now lets check the other three."

Ahsoka exhaled in realization. There were three other containers besides hers and judging by how far the inspectors voice sounded, Ahsoka was in the last one.

"This ones full of dresses. Wow, they look expensive."

Ahsoka didn't have much time. She quickly grabbed a coat and put it on. Now that she had time to think that was the most logical thing to do at this point.

"Alright," Ahsoka whispered to herself, "I've got two choices. I can wait till the inspector opens the box and beg him for help or I can jump out of this box right now and make a run for it.

Neither option was ideal but what choice did she have.