A Train

A magnet train was speeding towards Ahsoka. With only a second before it smashing into her, Ahsoka leaped straight up into the air. The signboard was smashed to pieces and Ahsoka landing gracefully on top of the train.

Upon landing Ahsoka turned back to see the roof she wished to hide on disappear as the train speeded away. Ahsoka moaned in frustration at this development. However Ahsoka didn't have time to anguish in her failure. The train was moving at high speed and Ahsoka's body was being assaulted by freezing cold wind. Ahsoka crossed her legs and covered her chest in a vain attempt to protect herself from the wind.

"C-can't stay here!" Ahsoka said in-between her shivers. She shuffled towards the edge of the train, crouched and looked down. Since landing on the train only a few seconds ago the magnetic tracks had taken the train high above the ground. She could no longer get off the train and cold wind was starting the make her nipples hard.

Ahsoka would have to enter the train, but that would require exposing herself to all the passengers. She tensed up at the thought but then realized something.

"A magna-train of this size must have a cargo car," Ahsoka said to herself. "If I can find it I can hide until the train stops." Ahsoka smiled. "They might even have some clothes in there!"

Full of conviction Ahsoka stood up and looked at the rest of the train. From where she was on top of the engine car she saw fifteen other cars being pulled. For passenger convenience the cargo car will either be at the front or the back of the train. As she pondered which car was the right one the cold wind continued to blast her sending chills down her spine and sent tension into her shoulders. She looked at the first car, it was so close, in a second she could jump there and be free from the cold.

She stepped onto the car and saw it had a roof door. 'A cargo car would have a roof door!' Ahsoka thought. But as she reached down towards the hatch she stopped. 'I can't be sure.' She thought. If she was wrong Ahsoka would drop down into a crowded car full of people and worse she would then have to sprint through the whole of the train to get to the actual cargo car. Fear of Embarrassment beat out fear of the cold. Ahsoka stood back up shivering and looked out towards the end of the train. She noticed that the back train looked different then the others. It was slightly bigger with less curvature then the others. 'That's it!' she though.

Ahsoka immediately took of running towards the back car. As she ran the wind griping her body got worse and worse. She needed to get into the train as fast as possible. As she approached the large cargo she saw its hatch and quickly used the **** to open it. Ahsoka jumped perfectly into the hatch and landed inside the train on all fours. As the warmth of the train ingulfed her body Ahsoka felt a calm she hadn't since since leaving the Santuary. While she wasn't exactly safe Ahsoka could finally take a moment to relax and think. Free from the eyes of people. Or so she though.

"Miss. Excuse me, miss," a voice called to Ahsoka pulling her back to reality. She quickly stood up and looked around. She expected to see crates of valuables and supplies but instead saw tables and chairs, plates with cooked meat and vegetables on them, and people, lots and lots of people, all staring at her. Ahsoka stood there speechless. This large car wasn't the cargo car it was the dining car. Ahsoka mind raced trying to figure out how this happened all the while her body remained frozen and uncovered.

"Miss! over. here." The voice called to her again snapping Ahsoka back to reality for the second time. Ahsoka looked to her side and saw a medium-sized bar packed with patrons. The patrons by the way were also looking at Ahsoka. Behind the bar was the owner of the voice, a waitress droid with a green color palate. She looked at Ahsoka for a second and said, "Hey sweetie, your allowed to eat at the dining car whenever you want, but this trains got a dress code 'kay."