Joker wiped his brow, stepping down the ramp of the ship with careful steps, trying not to limp too much. In all honesty, he’d never expected to get here. His piloting classes were the cheap ones, nothing fancy – certainly not the ones all the typical Republic pilots were filtered in one. He supposed being top of his class had finally paid off.

Now? He was a chauffeur for a Jedi Knight. He wasn’t sure if he considered himself lucky – though the pay was certainly a boost. Still, he’d heard stories of the misfortune that followed Jedi’s through space. It was a good thing he was a damn good pilot.

“So,” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he glanced over the Jedi. “You’re the ‘chosen’ bastard I’m stuck driving around, eh? Say, y’ever accidentally smacked yourself with that glowing sword y’guys got?”