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Nisha held her blaster tight, pressed it up against his chin. She had one knee pinning his chest down, the other steadying herself incase he shifted. Her grip around his wrist tightened, holding his hand with the lightsaber in place. She’d fought Jedi before, but this one was different.
“Why are you doing this?” he spat.
“Handsome, you have a hefty price on your head. Connect the dots,” Nisha leaned in close, examining his features and the emotions running across them. She got in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. He did his best to lean away from her, but he was trapped.
“Just kill me, I’m worth the same dead or alive,” the Jedi seemed to tremor with fear. She could smell it.
“Why would I do that? You seem fun,” Nisha grinned like a cat with a mouse.
“You’re no friend to the Jedi.”
“There are no more friends to the Jedi, handsome.”
With that, she felt him tense. He struggled under her, and she almost had a mind to let him go. See if the fight was worth it, if it would be fun. But she knew better, and her rumbling stomach told her she needed to be paid yesterday.
“I’ll bring you to the Empire, but I need to know one thing…” She smiled, pulling back from his neck. Baring her sharp teeth into a smile she whispered, “I want to know what happened to you… Why did your master turn on you?”
As if physically harmed, the Jedi beneath her contorted as best he could with the restraints, “He didn’t, the clones did.”
She laughed, once again getting close to him. She let her tongue trace his jawline.
“I don’t believe you…”
-click-
She armed her blaster, releasing the safety.
Nisha saw the fear flash in his eyes.
“Please…”
No use in begging, like he said… he was worth the same dead or alive.
But her curiosity got the best of her.
“Tell me the truth ,” Nisha leaned back, taking a bit of weight off his chest. She watched as he debated, as he tried to figure out just what to tell her.
“I- my master, he- When the clones turned, he bargained with them. He was going to trade me for his life… they killed him anyway,” the tear that fell down his cheek spoke volumes, he still cared about his master.
“Interesting…” Nisha let go of his wrist, took her knee off his chest. She stood, extending a hand down to the Jedi. “My name is Nisha, you will be coming with me. I will be paid. But you have your agency back. Choose. Come with me peacefully, and you will live. If not, I’ve proven I will and can disarm you.”
The Jedi studied her, watching her face for any sign of deception. He nodded.
“I won’t fight.”
She grinned again, “that’s it, good…”
The Jedi moved to stand, looking up at her the entire time. Once he was stood, towering over her, he spoke again, “My name is Timothy, but you knew that.” His head flicked to the wanted poster half hanging out of her bag.
“You’re smart, clever even. But know this, you are a Jedi. If you try to escape, and I don’t kill you? You will be hunted by those worse than I.”
He nodded again.
“Good. Now get in the ship,” Nisha flicked her blaster, motioning for him to go up the ramp. Her smile waived as he turned her back to her, the anxiety releasing from her chest. She had the upper hand, but she wasn’t sure it mattered.