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

Abrasively loud music and noisy patrons made it difficult to think, and was the constant state of the backwater bar, The Lonesome Sandstorm, Akara found herself sitting in. However, it was a price she was willing to pay, as the majority of decent pilots would find themselves frequenting such an establishment. Well, not all pilots, but the type she was looking for. Akara had just recently achieved the rank of Knight, meaning she was finally on her own. No Master, less oversight, and looking for her place in the universe. What she needed to start the journey was a pilot unafraid of journeying into danger and doing what needed to be done, in the name of... Justice, perhaps. She wasn't exactly sure what she would be doing or why, but as a Jedi, one's associates needed to be prepared to act. Truthfully, Akara could pilot a ship, but it wasn't a strength, it wasn't even a talent, it was merely something she could do at an acceptable level. It wasn't enough, she needed a true pilot, with experience and knowledge about how things worked in the vast universe. So, she was sitting in the dimly lit, noisy, noxious bar, waiting. She had put out word, and if a pilot needed work they would hear about it. What she didn't know was that her job had been worded in a manner that didn't attract much interest. She had always been intelligent, but her street smarts were severely lacking, leading her to post a blunt, unattractive offer. She mentioned being a Jedi, that there would be dangerous situations, that loyalty was expected, and a few other less than charismatic lines. One would assume she was an old, rigid Jedi, or simply not want to put themselves on the line when there was no exact figure for payment mentioned in the notice. Still, Akara didn't think about any of that, she merely went where she believed a pilot would be and waited, sitting in the back corner of the bar. If one were to merely look, it would be impossible to read anything from a distance. Her appearance was mysterious and slightly menacing, her face covered by the hood of her robe and a rather oppressive aura radiating from her core as she meditated. While the visage beneath it was breathtaking, there was no way to tell, as even her eyes were closed and hidden beneath the shadow of the hood. Her mind was focused, disconnected from her surroundings. She was thinking about how it came to this, how she graduated from Padawan to Knight, from the guided to the guider. She had been taken in late, and her Master was one of the few that would take in someone like her, one tainted by the world. Nar Zuhal, her master, a woman of immense skill and faith in the force. She taught Akara everything, to immerse herself in the force and calm her often active mind. Akara never found herself completely in tune with the ways of the force, of the Jedi Order. She found their rigid ways to be extreme, but just and fair overall. She was thankful for her Master's teachings. Her Master's death was the catalyst for her rise from student to independent Knight. They council judged her ready after her Master's death, not only due to her ability, but her calm. The truth was, Akara wasn't calm, she was in turmoil. Her mind was a mess, but ultimately she pushed forward. Her only choice was to pursue the duties she had been trained to do, and hope all of it made sense as she progressed down the path.