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It was an average day on the planet of Tatooine: sweltering hot, with an abundance of smugglers, pirates and other shady characters meandering around the city of Mos Eisley as they always did. One questionable character however, was secured away inside of one of the nearby cantinas, one seat filled among five other empty ones. Her thumb swiveled along the rim of a half-filled mug, containing some sort of low-end liquor that the human didn't care enough to know the name of.
It was Leah Caldwell, the captain of the Iron Will.
Tacky jazz music dominated the room, intermingled with muted and hushed voices and laughter from the other patrons. While they were here for much more recreational reasons, Leah was here on business. Today was the day she had designated for the gathering of hew new crew to house her ship, and carry out jobs with her. After years of scouring, she felt like she had finally managed to gather a substantial crew that would be willing to give themselves her unwavering loyalty. Promised with the tantalizing dream of credits aplenty, and a life among the stars, she had no doubt all of them would show up.
Still, given the relevant safety of the catina, the woman couldn't help but feel on edge. Her eyes flitted nervously, examining every patrol they fell upon critically. She watched for the simplest of things; a stray eye, a subtle gesture in her direction. While it was likely that no one here had a bone to pick with her, the captain could never be too safe.
Idle fingers intertwined themselves between one another, and Leah's thumbs towered up into a steeple on her hands. She had one of the service droids on standby, ready to approach and take orders as soon as her guests arrived. All of the drinks and food were on her, a sort of way to "entertain prospective business partners." She had the credits, and the food and drink here, as good as it was, was still pretty cheap. Now all she could do was wait with a critical, examining eye, and hope they all arrived soon.
It was Leah Caldwell, the captain of the Iron Will.
Tacky jazz music dominated the room, intermingled with muted and hushed voices and laughter from the other patrons. While they were here for much more recreational reasons, Leah was here on business. Today was the day she had designated for the gathering of hew new crew to house her ship, and carry out jobs with her. After years of scouring, she felt like she had finally managed to gather a substantial crew that would be willing to give themselves her unwavering loyalty. Promised with the tantalizing dream of credits aplenty, and a life among the stars, she had no doubt all of them would show up.
Still, given the relevant safety of the catina, the woman couldn't help but feel on edge. Her eyes flitted nervously, examining every patrol they fell upon critically. She watched for the simplest of things; a stray eye, a subtle gesture in her direction. While it was likely that no one here had a bone to pick with her, the captain could never be too safe.
Idle fingers intertwined themselves between one another, and Leah's thumbs towered up into a steeple on her hands. She had one of the service droids on standby, ready to approach and take orders as soon as her guests arrived. All of the drinks and food were on her, a sort of way to "entertain prospective business partners." She had the credits, and the food and drink here, as good as it was, was still pretty cheap. Now all she could do was wait with a critical, examining eye, and hope they all arrived soon.