Well, from the look of things, it seemed that Hannibal had arrived to the scene a tad later than he'd like. There he'd been, simply wandering the streets of this out of the way, neon-lit city, when he'd been alerted by a good number of panicking passerby and the telltale sound of blaster fire. Quickly finishing off his snack he'd gotten from a street stall he'd made his way against the pull of the crowds, slinking skillfully between bodies towards the source of the commotion.
As typical for someone not trying to overtly appear as a Jedi, he was not dressed in his usual colourful robes. Instead he wore a simple white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a stylish pair of pinstripe trousers, and short black leather boots of excellent quality. Over the ensemble lay a long, green leather overcoat bearing the odd repaired slash or blaster mark in stark contrast to it's well taken care of appearance, while a black cloth hat with a flat top and wide brim sat atop his head, beneath which rounded, neon-pink rounded sunglasses glinted in the light. Short-backed gloves covered his hands, the colourful and detailed tattoos all the way up his arms visible to the shirtsleeves, including the variety of inked-in scars.
On his right thigh was a clearly displayed DG-29 blaster pistol, set to stun as always, an effective way to discourage the aggressive attention of scheming cowards that wandered the multicoloured streets of the city. A lightsaber lay hidden beneath the jacket, attached to a mag holster on an inside pocket. He was mostly trying to avoid undue attention, but he wasn't going to leave his primary weapons behind if he didn't have to.
Considering the number of people removing themselves from the situation, it didn't take Hannibal long to reach the scene of the crime, ID-21 droid Ego in tow directly behind him. A man, a woman, and a droid stood before a storefront and two very unconscious looking individuals. The young man's lips curled upwards into a smirk at the similarity to the beginnings of a bad joke. Ah, if only Talak was here, such that he could force upon him his sense of humor. Ah well, he'd accept a substitute.
Of course, betting on whether or not a Jedi had a sense of humor wasn't one he liked to take. She may be in plainclothes, but the young woman certainly wasn't trying to hide her Light-leaning presence in the Force. Of course, neither was Hannibal. With any luck she was paying attention and would notice.
"So, what's the punchline?" he asked with absolutely no context whatsoever upon his approach while the two lifted the larger of the two people, mischievous grin firmly in place as his eyes swept over the extra large man with a casual air before turning his attention back to the trio. "It's not soylent related, is it? I've always found those jokes kinda tasteless. Just to make sure, are you the good guys in this scenario?" He asked breezily, vaguely motioning towards the three other begins with his left hand.
Brienne noted that the Drunken Hutt sounded like "her kind of place". That did not bear well for Trill. If the Jedi went to the cantina early, it may expose its deceit. Early escape was warranted. The droid was surprised that there was no warrant for Meng's arrest on Corellia; apparently the Sector Ranger was not aware of all of its crimes, or potential connections to the Corellian banks hacker Buzzkill. Not that Trill had any intention to reveal this fact. In fact, it made the hunt for Buzzkill more vital, before there was any chance Meng could blab about Buzzkill - if a connection actually existed.
Brienne pondered where they would take their prizes. Trill spoke up, "Statement: The nearest constable's office is 1.2 kilometers south-southwest." Not that Trill had any intention to serve as tour guide. "I have a shift soon, so I will need to depart immediately." And good thing too. Suddenly there was a new Jedi. However, the way it talked, potentially it was on drugs. What punchline? No joke had been said, or at least that Trill had comprehended. Furthermore, the soylent discussion was non-sensical. Definitely, the Jedi was drunk or high; possibly both. Not giving the Jedi or Sector Ranger a chance to try to protest, Trill began to walk away, though at a normal brisk.
(Trill hasn't fully escaped, he's simply walking away so can be interrupted if desired).
Just as Kanan and Bri were about to depart for the local precinct to deliver their unconscious cargo, another bystander entered the Jedi's periphery vision. She could feel his presence in the Force before turning completely around, so when she did, her eyes went wide with recognition for the briefest of moments. It was Jedi Master Grayza. Bri had not yet been formally introduced to the Jedi Master, but certainly recognized him from visits to Ajan Kloss. Obviously not dressed in his usual colorful robes, but his outfit was still similarly bright, with green trench coat and pink tinted glasses. The obvious question popped into Bri's mind: what's he doing here?
Did I stumble into something bigger than a minor altercation between two criminals? Probably not. It was possible that he was simply in the right place at the right time, which was a somewhat notable coincidence. Kafrene was a reasonably large trading post and Bri pondered that he was simply out doing some 'shopping' as she was. Likewise, as she had felt his presence in the Force, Bri knew that he could feel hers; and could even tell with a knowing look in his eye that he had discovered her 'secret' identity. While this internal monologue was running through the Jedi's mind, Bri responded with a lighthearted chuckle to his obvious attempt at humor.
"I think this is the part where I tell you its not what it looks like," the Jedi commented back with a grin, responding to his own jest with her own. She rather unceremoniously dropped the criminal back to the ground, offering a brief explanation of the situation, "I was shopping for a new part for my ship, but ended up finding this Sector Ranger," she gestured to Kanan, "in the middle of a mission trying to apprehend our friend the spice dealer, here," she looked down at the unconscious Uta Meng. Realizing the protocol droid was still standing nearby, she added, "oh, and this droid, uh, helped," not entirely sure how to characterize its actions.
Hannibal was actually on this particular planet doing a mix of shopping and information gathering. Knowing what was going on in different parts of the galaxy was something the young Jedi always endeavoured to keep up with and he'd been gathering parts for a project of his in the meantime. It's amazing what one can find outside of typical core world channels when it comes to droid and ship parts.
Somewhere during Brienna's explanation the droid began to walk away and Hannibal's eyes locked on it, eyebrow raised. He moved after the droid at the same brisk pace. "Where ya off to, assassin droid? Busy day killing the waitstaff?" he asked quite a bit louder than was really necessary, right hand neatly slipping his blaster out of the holster while switching it off stun while the left rested against his lightsaber beneath his coat. Hannibal was rather familiar with droid models and the methods of the galactic underworld. Unless he was very mistaken, this was a particularly illegal and expensive infiltration model. Undisguised, oddly enough. Perhaps most wouldn't recognize it at a glance or in a crowd, but standing right in front of him? Absolutely.
There was always the possibility it was reprogrammed or something, but who spends that much money on assassin droid and neuters it that way? Hannibal doubted it. Ego also followed behind, keeping the the TC-SC firmly in its sights at the mention of an assassin like the plucky little recorder he was. Something like a TC-SC showing up in front of him wasn't something Hannibal intended to let wander off easily. The kind of people who owned one were precisely the kind of people Hannibal liked to keep tabs on, after all.
"Drop the blaster and don't move." His tone firmly indicated he wasn't really offering a choice. Hannibal had no problem firing in an area that was devoid of a crowd, particularly at close range. He would fire a shot to center mass if the droid continued to move anywhere, made to take offensive action, or turn around without first dropping the blaster. He was similarly prepared to draw his lightsaber to defend from attack, confident he had the advantage against someone who wasn't even facing toward him. As far as the Jedi Master was concerned, the droid was definitely up to something and would be sticking around one way or another.
Were Trill an organic, it may have let an expletive escape its lips. Thankfully, it lacked such loose lips and wouldn't even think to waste time with such trivial words. However, that did not erase the fact that the droid was quickly attempting to calculate the best way to exfiltrate the situation. After all, the Dread Virus entities had only been operational for a short-while, and while many used TC-SC droid carapaces, they hadn't harassed the Jedi enough to warrant detection... except for what should have been obvious, hint warranted by the selective words used by the Jedi. The Dread Virus entities had selected these bodies to infiltrate because of their beneficial uses, but the bodies were not original creations; they had been used many times in the past as assassin droids. Of course at least some Jedi would have encountered at least one in their lifetime.
The problem was that if it had been one Jedi, Trill calculated it might have had - albeit very low - odds of escaping, causing some chaos that would lead to the Jedi dealing with the pandemonium (all thanks to their bleeding hearts) but with two, one could help anyone hurt while the other continued hunting Trill. Bluffing could work, but unlikely; the Jedi may not know it was a Sith operative, but it did know of the body's legacy. Trill calculated its best odds were to downgrade its threat level. And if it failed, its prime directive fancied, it could try to sow some chaos in captivity; leave the Jedi paranoid that there were way more Dread Virus entities out there.
Trill had stopped immediately upon being called out as an assassin droid. Its processing had occurred in the span of only three seconds. Upon the Jedi Master's encore demanding disarmament, the droid slowly turned around to face the Jedi, making sure to move slowly as not to alarm anyone or give the impression of hostility. In the end, Trill cared little of the Jedi reacted badly and sliced off an arm (unlike pitiful organics, a new arm was easily acquirable), as it would only look bad to the Sector Ranger.
Trill unclasped the blaster it had used to stun Meng, letting it clatter to the ground. Trill's eyes left the Jedi to glance at the blaster. The blaster was not kicked over, so there was a high probability of either Jedi using the Force to fling it away. Recording function operational since the moment the droid turned around, its curiosity sought to record a usage of the Force, entertained by the concept of defying the laws of nature to manipulate reality like that. It was why the Sith Eternal's Force wielders were so preferable; they did not pretend to be mortal mean, fettering themselves intentionally like the Jedi.
"Reminder: As I have already reported, I am heading to the Drunken Hutt. I have a shift soon. Statement: I have disarmed. You have no right to detain me. I have done nothing to warrant arrest. Addendum: Jedi are not law enforcement. Sector Ranger is law enforcement." A weak defense, but the droid calculated the Sector Ranger would be less likely to react negatively; after all, the droid had, non-lethally, aided in apprehending Meng. Granted, while Trill had not denied being an assassin droid, it had not confirmed it.
((OOC: I will be upfront that he does have his second blaster still in the hidden compartment. A good thorough check up close might be able to detect the hidden compartment, but wanted to state it here so it doesn't seem likely I'm pulling it out of no-where on the off-chance it comes into play later, as the blaster dropped was the primary blaster))