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"Excuse me?" The Twi'lek demanded, and Creen noticed her hand twitch toward the blaster pistol on her hip. He didn't move to intercept her, but he did flash the silver of his own weapon and he saw her glance at it once more in shock. And something else…but he took it all in stride. He was fully prepared for any oddity coming from this woman; the Council would not have sent him otherwise.
He still felt slightly surprised the council had chosen him to carry out this mission; he had passed his Trials mere weeks before. But he accepted it with eagerness, an eagerness to prove to the Council he was worthy of his Knighthood.
"I said, I'm going to have to ask you-" "Yeah, I heard that part." She cut him off with a glare, and her hand finally did come to rest on her blaster. For a moment they were at a stalemate, and Creen worried it would come to a firefight. He didn't want to risk the civilians all around them, whom had begun to notice the small confrontation. He sighed and released her wrist, standing straighter and holding eye contact.
"I have been sent to bring you before the Jedi Council, and I would like it if you came peacefully." He chose his words carefully, not wishing to set her off. She scoffed and observed him incredulously. He could tell she was having none of it. He reached out with the Force to gently probe her mind, and came to an abrupt stop. Nothing. A barrier, some sort of thick, metal wall defended her mind from his inquisitive penetration. When he pressed cautiously against it he instantly felt a dark, twisted presence reach out for him, and he withdrew hastily. What was it?
"Listen buddy, I don't care if The Force itself compelled you to find me and 'bring me back'. I'm not going anywhere with you." She informed him, visibly tightening her grip on the smooth metal of her blaster.
"So you admit belief of the Force's existence?" Creen was quick to retort, and he noticed the bewildered expression cross her face before it regained a stony glare. "What is the meaning of all these questions, Jedi?" She sneered the end of the sentence vehemently, and he sighed. Of course she wouldn't come easy. She wouldn't be a bounty hunter if she did, he reasoned to himself, but still.
"Just trying to be friendly." He replied gently. He steeled himself and mentally checked his belt, making sure he had a pair of binders. Merely a precautionary, but he had a feeling he would need them. "Now, are you going to come peacefully?"
The Twi'lek glowered, whipping her blaster from its holster and flicking the safety off. "E chu ta, Jedi."
Creen remained calm, sending out waves of peace and serenity through the Force that would hopefully settle her trigger finger, and her vulgar tongue. It didn't seem to have any effect on her, and he frowned. Okay, then. The hard way.
He shoved the blaster away with a tug of the Force and a shot flew into the air. Several passerby that had been hovering around, observing the confrontation, yelped and scattered.
Sha'dra's eyes grew wide and she attempted to squeeze off another bolt. Creen deflected it easily and twisted the weapon from her grasp, drawing a yell of pain from the bounty hunter. He gripped her wrists together, simultaneously using the Force to sap some of her strength, and clapped the binders onto her wrists.
"HEY!" A red bolt shot past Creen's ear, narrowly missing his skin and singeing the tips of his curls. He spun with a growl of frustration, eyes widening at the sight of four armed figures. By appearance alone they seemed to be bounty hunters, and by judging their hostile reaction to Creen taking Sha'dra into custody, they seemed to be the Twi'lek's crew.
Creen, albeit very reluctantly, unhooked the silver cylinder hanging from his belt and flicked a switch. A bright green beam extended instantly, igniting with a familiar snap-hiss. Creen noticed the slight hesitation that crossed every one of the hunters' faces, and he smirked despite himself.
Without waiting for the crew to regain their confidence, he grabbed Sha'dra's bound wrists and began leading her toward the speeder he had arrived on. She struggled violently and he sighed heavily before placing his fingers on a small spot on her neck. He sent out an overwhelming sense of fatigue, sending it crashing into her mind. The wall he had encountered before seemed nonexistent and the result was the woman slumping in his arms.
The crew suddenly came to life with shouts and curses, and a round of blaster shots began anew. Creen deflected any that came close enough to injure either Sha'dra or him, and finally made it to the speeder. He straddled it quickly, cradling the unconscious Twi'lek against his chest, and powered up the speeder.
As he kicked off and began urging the transport toward the entrance of the small village, a stray blaster shot nicked his arm. He gasped loudly, the force of the shot propelling him slightly forward, and as a result kicking up the speeder's velocity.
Nearly losing control, he righted the speeder and high tailed it out of there, arm burning fiercely and lap already growing numb from his unconscious passenger.