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

There was a commonly held belief that mixing Miraluka and Human would result in difficulties for the offspring...and if they ever met Leta, they'd be right. The girl had managed to inherit her Corellian mother's mouth and her Miraluka father's sense of justice, plus she got all that force sensitivity nonsense that no one who had it ever wanted. So she'd either get into trouble due to her biting sarcasm, or she'd insert herself into trouble because it was the right thing to do. Genetically there didn't seem to be much wrong with her, she got to have two functioning eyes so that was a plus she hadn't been forced to develop her Force abilities to function in every day life. Though, her ability to 'see' with the Force had manifested in other ways....Leta could watch the flow or lack there of of electricity through wires and conduit. Leta had shown a great affinity for all things mechanical and electrical growing up. When she had finally left the safety of the Veil to get in touch with her human roots, a ship had been the first thing on her list of things to procure... That dream had been interrupted after getting captured by a slave slip, forced into manual labor, escaping via slave revolt, changing her last name and taking a job as a grease monkey on the Tantive I, learning how to play sabacc from a Republic Captain, betting -herself- in a high stakes game of Corellian Spike, and winning an unnamed hunk of metal Corellian XS Freighter that she had upgraded into a speedy little smuggling ship known as The Dauntless. Things had been good for awhile...she made decent money smuggling for the Republic and private collectors the Imps paid more but they also had a higher rate of shooting smuggles than the Republic did. Rations, weapons, artifacts, even a juvenile Rancor once...if it wasn't a slave, shock collar, or spice, Leta would carry it. She'd met a ton of people on the way, had a many an adventure, fell in love with a guy named Has...and now had her ship stolen by said ex-lover. Don't fall in love with guys named Has. It's a stupid kriffin' name. Now she was stuck here, on this dusty backwater planet in the Outer Rim, where jobs payed hardly anything and everyone only played small games of Pazaak. Though if there ever were a massive Sabaac game she doubted she would be brave enough to put herself up as a wager again. There was plenty of work to be done though and after a couple of months she'd have enough for a ticket off this dust heap...orrrrr she could take another gamble and team up with a Jedi. Really the thing that held her back from taking on the job was the whole 'Loyalty is expected'...well that and the whole Jedi thing. Jedi were trouble. There was a reason she had taken on her mother's name of Garechu rather than her father's name of Marrok. People didn't need to know that she was the daughter of Esoldero Marrok - being the kid of a Jedi Master was fine behind the Veil because so many Miraluka were force sensitive... but it was kind of a pain in the ass once you got into the Core Worlds where the Jedi Council wanted to 'recruit' you...even worse when you got to the Outer Rim where no one could tell the difference between a Sith and a Jedi, so the consensus was to just hate them both out here. Well, tracking down that Jedi and seeing if his old wrinkled ass needed a chauffeur could wait a little bit. She had just sold all the salvage she had gathered today and had finished three outdoor repair jobs that had taken a lot longer than they should have thanks to the brewing sandstorm. Leta plopped herself down at the bar and waved to the old Zabrak tender who had become well acquainted with the grounded captain in the two months that Leta had been trapped on this rock - he already had her order memorized. Narsu, koa! No sooner had Leta relaxed into her seat did she hear a familiar Twi'lek voice telling some wasted spacers to leave her alone. She could mind her own business... have Kobrak rough these guys up...but he seemed busy with all his patrons and Leta wasn't really doing anything, so she called out, Hey, Laserbrains, how 'bout you and your little buddy go play out in a sandstorm if you need something to do. Some of us adults want to relax and have a drink. Better not mess with her guys, Leta's Captain of the Dauntless. This slurred remark sent up a roar of laughter from the drunken regulars at the bar and made Leta's jaw twitch and her eyes narrow. The Dauntless? One of the offworlders raised his brows, We saw that pile of bolts navigating the asteroid field out by Korriban. Dontcha need a ship to be a captain eh? I bet she can't even drive a speeder, let alone pilot a ship, his smaller, uglier friend sneered. It's one thing when the guys who you've come to be bar buddies with bust your chops, but its a whole other story when some scum from off planet comes along to A Harass your favorite Twi'lek waitress and B Give you fodder for no reason other than they're heavily armed and they think they're invincible. Leta wasn't about to take this garbage from anyone, especially after being delivered the news that her idiot ex was piloting her baby through an asteroid field. If the way you were manhandling her is any indication of how you pilot your ship, I bet I could fly circles around both of you in a TIE M1. That was plenty enough insult to get some blasters drawn, Leta's included.