"There's no need for violence."
Asha's voice held firm and steady, despite the fact that she chose to keep a low volume. Her hands had risen from their place at her side, fingers splayed and bare palms facing the trio of scavengers who had rounded on her upon arrival. She'd been here for three days now, carefully making her way through the ancient ruins of Kaleth in hopes of unearthing some previously unknown truths about the Order she served, an Order who had once called this place, this world, their home. Texts had long since been removed, the physical trinkets and remnants lost to looters, to time, to those who had come on into this place and claimed it as a city of their own.
All responsible for its desecration had died millennia ago. But that didn't mean the place was without its history. Words and sketches carved into the very walls themselves told a story, and Asha had touched her hand to many of those impressions intent on gleaning something from them, from the ones who had etched them in the first place. Taking echoes from the stone itself.
Flow-Walking would come last, she did not wish for her own misconceptions to play any part in such. A whole picture painted, it would make the experience far smoother.
Of course, she hadn't been anticipating this little hiccup.
"What do you hope to gain from such brutality?"
The trio looked between one another, for a moment sincerely seeming to contemplate her words. There'd been more before this of course, before she'd been forced to raise her hands at blaster point. Empty, they'd expected to find this place empty. She had not been on the cards. And yet here she was.
"You probs got somethin' on ya" one of them spat.
"Why not?" another asked.
The third remained quiet. He was jittier than the others.
"As things stand, right now, you've done nothing wrong. You could leave this place having done nothing wrong. No body left behind for someone to find, no ties to bind that body to you..." It was sickening, in truth, to think about herself as just a body left to rot, but she kept her exterior calm. Tried to ignore the knots in her stomach. Trust in the Force above all else... A slow and steady intake of breath, and she centered herself once more.
"Ain't no one gonna find no body" the second one spat, and he too seemed to recenter himself. Centered that blaster right on her. "Wha', you think someone's gonna miss you?" An ugly chuckle broke free from him, echoing noisily around the ruin.
Asha inhaled a slow breath, banishing the doubt which might otherwise have formed at such a query. She knew better, of course, knew that even if it was just the one soul in the Galaxy who would notice her absence that one soul would be more than enough.
Cotan Sar'andor
would rain hell down upon them; that was not something she wished to observe from the grip of the Nether. She would not give him such fuel with which to burn himself out.

Typically those she encountered in such situations were flawed, but they were not above redemption. This, though... This felt different. The lightsaber tucked away beneath folds of clothing at her waist provided little comfort to the Lorrdian as she observed their mannerisms and knew them for what they were. Thugs. The cruelest of the cruel... They would give no real thought to putting a few blaster bolts into her and dumping her where Tython's carnivores could find her. Wouldn't even bat an eyelid.
So she stood in anticipation of that moment, the Force carefully conjured up around her. Let them try, she had decided then and there. Poised in preparation to call upon the amber blade. Oh make no mistake, a pacifist she might have been but she was no pushover. Soresu had made a home of her long ago, and at Cotan's urging she'd seen fit to resume her training of such.
Even so, it was a last resort she'd been hoping to avoid...