She ran through the streets and alleys of Coruscant, taking a turn here and another there. At times she checked over her shoulders hoping they would not appear at the end of the street. She was in luck it seemed, the soldiers had not followed. Creeping into some abandoned clutter, she shivered and thought about the jedi who had freed her from slavery. The jedi who now lay dead in the gutter somewhere, unless the soldiers had done something with him. "Run Aayla" he'd called as he drew his yellow lightsaber when the soldiers found them. She'd hesitated, but then had ran. She could feel it in the force when he'd lost the battle.
The force, such a wondrous sense to have. Not that she had known she was force sensitive when she was young and was running errands for the Hutt. She had known she was destined for pleasure. That was when a "look here" feeling poked at her, and she looked up just as something that looked like jedi robes drew past. Aayla stood up and tried to follow surreptiously, uncertain what to do. Still, she had to get away from Coruscant, it would be too dangerous here.
When he stepped onto a ship she'd made up her mind and entered the ship behind him, heading toward the cargo bay when he headed for the bridge. She would make her presence known when they had left the planet. His sudden call for her to reveal herself made her creep closer into the shadows. The force was obviously more on his side than on hers, but she was hesitant to answer, hoping it was not her he was calling for.