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

Akara spent most of her time waiting in meditation, but that didn't mean she was completely deaf to the world around her. She heard the conversations in the bar, knew the people and certainly noticed as tension solidified in the air. Clearly things had escalated, quickly. She didn't much care about that, because as far as she was concerned, a minor disagreement wasn't within her realm of responsibility. She believed in justice, in preserving the peace, but not in making every single incident her responsibility. At least, she tried to think that way, knowing how maddening her life would become if she stood in the way of every single little spat. It was a smart decision, Jedi had a duty, but it was more on a grand scale than solving every problem. Perhaps some Masters would say otherwise, claiming one should always protect and uphold justice when a situation was placed before them, but if a Jedi were to take upon every misgiving, they would never get any rest or make progress towards the greater goals. That was especially true on a backwater planet, people seemed to look for trouble, it wasn't her job to intervene with the life choices of others. Okay, so most of it was bullshit, the main reason being she didn't want the trouble. Unfortunately, reason didn't matter in the face of destiny, if one could call Akara's realization anything of the sort. She had been in the bar for some time, had an idea about the people, and the local pilots. One of the parties involved was a pilot, a well known pilot judging by the jests and friendliness that other frequent patrons offered up. Akara wanted to make an impression. Help one regular, one pilot, receiving the gratitude of many. That was her thinking, naive thinking, but Akara had yet to realize the true reason nobody had come to her about the job. Instead, she had this wild assumption that if she did something favorable, that it would change things. After a moment of deliberating, her eyes finally opened, the sharp blue orbs taking in the scene in front of her. Mainly, the drawn weapons and tense atmosphere. She had sensed the situation before ever opening her eyes. Trifling matter. That was all it was to her, something so easy to handle that she could barely keep herself from merely returning to her meditation and ignoring it. She had made a decision however, rising from her place in the corner of the bar and slowly moving towards the tension filled area, the one located between the two parties with drawn weapons. As she moved between them, she retained her mysterious, stifling presence, making it easy for people to realize what she was, even before they caught a glimpse of the lightsaber hanging at her side. She turned her body to look at the drunk spacers, her face hidden by the hood of her robe, but the penetrating gaze coming from beneath impossible to miss. I suggest you both put your weapons away and depart, there is nothing good for either of you here. She spoke in a calm, emotionless tone, the youthful vigor one would expect from her voice nowhere to be seen. In fact, it was difficult to read anything from the almost robotic, detached voice. It was the voice of someone controlling their every emotion, of someone struggling to keep the surging emotions within from spilling out, and it did its part in keeping Akara a mystery. The spacers, while seemingly tempted to comment or insist on their course of action, eventually folded. A Jedi could do that, cause people to rethink their actions. Though the spacers were angry and muttering when they left, neither turned around once they started leaving, and neither dared to offend Akara, most likely unsure of what would happen if they did. Akara, on the other hand, smiled slightly under her robe, proud that she took a step towards getting herself a captain, though failing to consider the person behind her, Leta, as one. In fact, after convincing the disrupting spacers to leave, Akara didn't even turn around and speak to Leta, merely returning to her spot in the corner and sitting down once more, prepared to wait for the fateful encounter with her future pilot. Yes, she was quite pleased with herself, she had made a good decision. Getting some free publicity, positive publicity, without even having to do anything drastic. After all, those that thought themselves invincible rarely held on to that belief in front of a force user, allowing Akara to solve an otherwise explosive situation with but a few words. She didn't even have to use force persuasion! Yep, she did well.