[center][h3][b][color=fff200]Clio[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF0qKF2G/Clio-Lightsaber.png[/img][/center]
	Clio was trying her best not to snicker. She knew that this was an important mission, they were on pressing official Jedi business, but seeing a mercenary gungan in a cantina? It was just a little too much for her. She sat on her hands and bit hard on the inside of her cheeks, but that couldn't hide the amused twinkle in her eye and the irregularity of her breathing as she held in the laughter. [color=fff200]"We can make it worth your while,"[/color] Clio offered, amusement still clear in her voice.

	The gungan didn't find it nearly as funny. "Do yousa think me am a joken?" he snapped. "Me no helpen jedi scum - and women shouldn't besa fighters."

	Her eyes narrowed. The language was hilarious, but the message bothered her. There were some people in the galaxy that were hopelessly behind the times, doubting the capabilities of women. There was no reason a girl couldn't be a Jedi. Everyone was capable of doing anything they put their minds to, something Clio believed very deeply in. [color=fff200]"Look, we need an audience with Rotta the Hutt. We can pay you to help us or I can cut your hands off with my lightsaber and force you to help us anyways. You've heard about the old Jedi Mind Tricks, right?"[/color] Her voice had a cruel intensity to it. 

	"Legends! Me know yousa're lying, girl!" the gungan scoffed. 

	[color=fff200]"Oh they're not legends at all - they're quite real. The Force flows through us all, including you, and that means we can manipulate it to make you help us, gungan. So which'll it be? Money or force?"[/color]