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

Leta was certainly capable of using the force, Akara had felt it from the moment the woman came to her attention. For a Jedi, it was harder not to feel The Force than to feel it. After all, training was aimed at increasing one's sensitivity and control over The Force. Akara didn't care about Leta's potential, however, not being the same as most Jedi who would scramble to hoard every last child with the tiniest amount of potential in The Force. No, she had been one of those children, and it hadn't been an experience she would choose for others. Fortunately, she had adapted well. Someone like Leta, with a path in life and their own set beliefs and personality, they wouldn't do well as Jedi, as even Akara had to hide her deepest thoughts and desires. Still, whether she intended to leave Leta be or not, it seemed the woman didn't plan on letting her sit in peace. She sat down and immediately ordered drinks, causing Akara to raise an eyebrow from beneath her hood. Was she going to be thanked? Possibly, but upon watching the woman down both shots herself she started to doubt it. Then what? Surely she wouldn't want to be considered for The Order, what a hassle that would be. It wasn't unheard of, there were plenty of people with the tiniest grain of sensitivity to The Force, who would run up to a Jedi and beg to be taken in. What they didn't know was that a majority of those capable of sensing The Force didn't become illustrious Jedi, but serve The Order in various other ways, like normal people, but with less freedom to switch careers. Not glamorous at all. Akara wasn't left guessing for long, though before it all started to make sense she did receive thanks. Only, what followed was the true reason, she was a pilot. Akara had heard it earlier, but what had stuck out wasn't that Leta was a pilot, but that she had no ship. No ship was a deal breaker because Akara had a ship but it wasn't impressive. It would be enough to shuttle her around, but taking it into combat or trying to be stealthy was asking for trouble. Despite what seemed like a conversation ender, Akara didn't immediately reject her offer, partially because she felt the young woman must actually be skilled, to offer such ridiculous prices without a waiver in her voice, but mainly because she had a solution, a credit saving one at that. A crafty grin had revealed itself beneath Akara's hood, the young Jedi Knight had always been praised by her Master for her intellect. Instead of rejecting Leta or going to buy a ship, which was outside of her immediate price range but not impossible, she let the earlier conversations within the bar act as inspiration. After organizing her thoughts she slowly began to speak, the same monotonous, robotic voice emerging from the shadow of her hood. I have a ship, but it's nothing special. I have a proposal, however. She paused, looking at Leta for a moment before completing her thought. I pay you the five thousand for now but help you get your ship back. Once I've done that, it's half mine. You can then purchase my half of the ship back with your usual going rates, but until that time you're my pilot, exclusively. She added the extra word at the end, thinking how someone who mentioned smuggling without any reason was probably a smuggler, and they often took various jobs at each stop. She didn't want to be involved with that unless she had to be.