Jecki spotted a man who fit the description they were looking for. His picture was on her hologram, and she quickly closed it, her eyes narrowing with determination. Elara noticed Jecki's sudden focus and followed her gaze to the man in question.The man, a Pantoran with a distinctive scar on his neck and a mole on his cheek, saw the two Jedi approaching and cursed under his breath. He stood up abruptly, trying to escape, but Elara swiftly moved to block his path.
"You need to come with us for some questioning," Elara said, her voice firm. "We believe you might have information about the illegal trades happening across the galaxy."
The Pantoran shook his head vigorously. "I know nothing. You're mistaken!"
Jecki stepped forward, her hologram flickering back to life. "Is this you?" she asked, holding up the image. "I can see the scar on your neck and the mole on your cheek. There's no denying it."
Realizing he was cornered, the man suddenly bolted, pushing past them. Elara reacted quickly, tackling him to the ground. A struggle ensued, the Pantoran's size and strength giving him an advantage, but Elara fought fiercely.
"You're not getting away!" Elara gritted out, trying to secure his hands with a cuff.
With a desperate burst of strength, the Pantoran punched her in the lower rib cage, sending a sharp pain through her side. Elara gasped silently, clutching her ribs. Jecki, seeing Elara in trouble, quickly called for backup through her comlink.
"Masters! Yord! We need assistance now!" Jecki shouted, her voice urgent.
Moments later, Master Sol, Master Norin, and Yord forcefully entered the cantina. The sight of the Pantoran man wrestling with Jecki while Elara struggled on the floor ignited a swift response.
Yord rushed to Elara's side, concern etched on his face. "Elara, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Elara managed, though her voice was strained with pain.
Master Sol and Master Norin moved towards the Pantoran. Master Sol ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade casting an eerie light in the dim cantina. The Pantoran froze, his eyes wide with fear.
"You will come with us peacefully," Master Sol commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
Jecki quickly moved in, securing the man's hands with cuffs. Master Norin grabbed the Pantoran by the arm, dragging him out of the cantina with Master Sol flanking him. They moved swiftly, their prisoner struggling futilely between them.
Yord helped Elara to her feet, his touch gentle. "Can you stand?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of serious injury.
Elara nodded, though her face was pale. "I'll be okay," she said, her voice steadier now. "It's just a bruise."
Jecki approached, her expression worried. "Let's get you out of here," she said, offering support.
The group made their way out of the cantina, the atmosphere tense. Outside, Master Norin and Master Sol secured the Pantoran man, ensuring he couldn't escape.
"What do we do now?" Jecki asked, looking from the captured Pantoran to the Masters.
"We take him back for interrogation," Master Norin replied. "He has answers we need."
Master Sol nodded in agreement. "And we need to ensure Elara receives medical attention. Her health is a priority."
As they prepared to leave, the Pantoran man glared at them, his eyes filled with defiance. "You won't get anything from me," he spat. "I don't know anything!"
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Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]
RomanceIn the shadows of the Jedi Temple, Padawan Elara Tannis harbors a forbidden secret. Her encounters with Jedi Knight Yord Fandar blur the lines between duty and desire. As her internal struggle intensifies, so does the scrutiny of those around her. I...