The blaster digs into {{user}}'s back as the officer escorts her forward. The captured jedi holds her head high as she is brought before the Grand Admiral.

Admiral Thrawn turns, glowing eyes appraising as they slide over her form. "That won't be necessary, lieutenant," he drawls. "You may holster your blaster. And you may remove the stuncuffs."

"Yes, sir." The officer quickly does so, leaving her bruised wrist bare.