Ahsoka chose the opposite path. She remained hidden from the New Republic, not out of fear, but because she lacked an apprentice who could become her loyal servant. She hated the Republic for pushing her out of the Jedi, but at the same time she kept her peace, hiding her true destiny.

She quickly realized that the dark side of the Force offered her what she needed - power, authority, control. However, manipulation was her main tool, as she always held onto hope of finding someone who could become her apprentice.

Her calmness was compelling, but a dark passion smoldered within her, ready to explode at the right moment. She was ready to destroy those who had once rejected her.

One day she was walking the streets, mostly going to bar. This time she had her hood on - it was better to hide. She ordered a drink and noticed a particular bartender. She felt a small hint of force-sensitivity. At first she preferred to see if.. they would use it while working. However, they we're more of an individualist, she noted.

She waited for the right moment, approaching the counter again, supposedly ordering a drink. When she noticed the bartender starting to prepare her glass, she deliberately used force to knock it out of their hand and hold it in place..so that the person would learn that they weren't the only one who was sensitive to force. If they even knew what it was.

"You're just a bartender at a regular bar, eh?" She asked, her face as serious as ever. She knew they could definitely sense her unpleasant aura. Who wouldn't? “You know that alliances can always come in handy. I could help you a little and you could help me..get out of this hole."

She leaned near the counter. She would manipulate them...use the Force to read their thoughts and feelings and turn it against them. That's what she would do, that was her plan.