Disclaimer: Don't own it, only write about it. This goes for any other stories I write that I forget to 'disclaim'.

Luminara Unduli sat at the table and sighed. This happened any time that she went on a mission. Some drunken or just naturally obnoxious man would see her, strut over and introduce himself. He'd tried to gain her infatuation by sweet-talking. Sometimes they'd just use crude comments. It always happened. And she always got rid of them by showing them her lightsaber.

But that was impossible this time. She was undercover, and that just simply wasn't an option. She mentally debated ways to get rid of him, and decided on a verbal sting over completely ignoring the arrogant man. "I'm too good for the likes of you. Why don't you leave me alone and go harass someone else?" It was a distinctly un-Jedi-like response, and that's why she chose it.

"What are you going to do about it, sweet cheeks?" The man, who was overweight and smelled of rum, stroked her cheek seductively.

'This is enough. I'm putting a stop to this.' She grabbed his arm and twisted it around and behind his back painfully. "I said, leave me alone." The man scurried off like a scared womp-rat and she sat down to finish her meal. She ignored the looks from the other customers in the cantina, but as she got up to leave she felt something small, round and hard press to her back.

"Not so fast, Jedi. You just cost yourself your life with that little stunt you pulled. That fella has friends. Powerful ones. I'm one of them. Hands up in the air." A gruff voice said. When she failed to comply he pushed the muzzle of the pistol harder into her back and Luminara let out a hiss of pain.

She raised her arms slowly and said, "You're not so powerful. Power implies ability, and you lack the ability to use your brain correctly. Let me explain your first mistake." She stopped talking long enough to capture the gun in a blur of movements. "You shouldn't let someone know where the gun is. This gives them an opportunity to capture the weapon as demonstrated." She pointed the gun at her assailant. "Oh, but wait. That wasn't your first mistake. Your first mistake was poking around in my business." She checked that the blaster was set on stun and fired it into his torso. He fell to the ground like a sack of oafish fruit.

Luminara didn't, however, notice the five blasters pointed at her until it was too late. The assortment of aliens fired into her with five separate stun bolts and she went down. Hard.