Thread: Very Shortly Ago, in a Galaxy Right Around the Corner (Clearsight X JacksAreWild)

Even though Leta hadn't been the one to initiate drawing weapons, her gun ended up being leveled at the spacers first. The girl stood like someone who was ex-military, or at the very least, someone who spent a lot of time practicing. Opposite her, her opponents looked loose, stood sloppily if it wasn't two vs. one, the fight would have definitely gone to Leta. Look, Leta, you go shootin' in here, you're going to be the one cleaning it up this time. The bartender called over his shoulder but didn't make a move to get involved. His words caused a moment of pause in the spacers, making them wonder just how many people this girl had shot in here. The number wasn't large, Leta didn't particularly enjoy killing and would rather disable or severely maim if she could. The girl had sent two other drunks packing earlier this month, and had held her own in a hand to hand bar fight with another female twice her size a week ago. Most of the regulars had their eyes fixed on her because watching the small Captain work was better entertainment than the bar's band. Unfortunately what no one could see was that Leta could easily reach out, feel the Force that wove and ran with the electrical current in her enemies' blasters...she could pull at the current, it was difficult, but she could pull enough that the current wouldn't hit the connectors and the blaster wouldn't fire. In a 2v1 situation, it was a great trick that evened the playing field unfortunately she couldn't perform this feat with more than one blaster or electronics that were particularly complex like turrets. Only an idiot would get involved in the quarrel of two blaster happy spacers and an antsy, grounded ship captain that idiot turned out to be a Jedi. It hadn't taken much convincing to get the spacers to leave. As dumb as they were, they weren't about to pick a fight in the presence of a Jedi. So they left, leaving Leta to stand there with mouth slightly open as she gawked and marveled at her luck for attracting a Jedi even out here in the middle of nowhere. Great, well, guess The Force will follow me anywhere, even to the Outer Rim. Leta let out a deep breath and made an effort to even out her aura a Jedi Master would be able to sense her Force sensitivity and she didn't need any recruitment into the Jedi Order. But she wasn't about to go leave and hide somewhere safe. She had already been twirling the idea of taking on the job of the Jedi's pilot before meeting her, she wasn't going to fight what seemed like the inevitable if the Force was actually going to physically bring them together. Just because she had to sit down and talk to an ancient, emotionless Jedi didn't mean she had to like it. Two shots of Quanya, Leta ordered from the bartender and then slid some credits across the bartop. Some cheap liquor should help lighten her mood and keep her from backing out of a deal that she doubted would be any good. After downing the shots she made her way over towards the Jedi's booth which was easy to find after figuring out that there was a Jedi right next to them, several patrons had decided to sit elsewhere. Thanks for that back there, Jedi. You saved me some credits on clean up. Leta made herself right at home in the Jedi's booth without an invitation. So, I hear that you're looking for a pilot. I've got the skills if you've got the ship. The young pilot started with a confident smile plastered on her lips because yeah, she was a good fucking pilot. Now there was just the matter of price...Leta valued herself and her skills so her prices were always toward the high side. Fair, but high. Two thousand a week if you're looking for just a cab service, five thousand if we're going anywhere some fancy flying is required, ten if we're going into Imp territory or smuggling something.