Loctation: Duro, Bburru Station
Bburru Station had a more limited selection of vendors for Ko to choose from. Finding nutritious and fluid food was one of those annoying everyday type problems that came with wearing a breath mask all of the time. He had finally found a place that was serving some wonderful looking soups.
Once the Kel Dor reached the front of the line he told the Besalisk cook how much he wanted, and when it was time to finally pay Ko pulled out his wallet, opened it to find nothing other than a tiny winged insect flying out of it. Ko blinked a few times from behind his goggles at the revelation that he was now dirt poor. The four armed cook seemed unamused and spoke. “Sorry friend, I can’t give credit, come back when you’re a little, mmm, richer.”
“How did this happen, I’m smarter than this?” Ko seriously couldn’t believe that he let what little savings he had completely dried up without realizing it and now it left him feeling like an idiot. But as he thought about it the realization surfaced in his mind that for pretty much his entire life he’d been subsidized by The New Jedi Order. Even back when he was largely by himself in the agricultural corps he never really had to worry about affording to live. Now he didn’t have the backing of an entire institution to look after and in turn look after him.
However he still knew that this was something he should’ve accounted for. Perhaps the turmoil within himself and the galactic state of affairs had allowed him to neglect his own personal finance situation. He’d likely still have a fair few credits left if he hadn’t traveled all the way to The High Republic.
Mentally Ko took note of everything he had in his possession. Which was basically just the clothes on his back, his two lightsabers, and a starfighter. Not great, not terrible. Ko could look on the bright side of things. But as his stomach began to ache Ko knew he’d need to find some way of getting cash and fast.
As the Kel Dor was starting to brainstorm different ideas for quick gig work to afford some food and fuel to leave duros he passed by a few holograms that caught his attention. Displays showing the visages of various local fugitives. They were bounties. It was enticing, the payouts didn’t seem all that bad. Ko wondered if he could really see himself as a bounty hunter though. He’d had experiences that were both pleasant and antagonistic with bounty hunters through the years. But all in all had a cautious respect for those that could bring justice to lawless corners and pockets of the galaxy…
Bburru Station had a more limited selection of vendors for Ko to choose from. Finding nutritious and fluid food was one of those annoying everyday type problems that came with wearing a breath mask all of the time. He had finally found a place that was serving some wonderful looking soups.
Once the Kel Dor reached the front of the line he told the Besalisk cook how much he wanted, and when it was time to finally pay Ko pulled out his wallet, opened it to find nothing other than a tiny winged insect flying out of it. Ko blinked a few times from behind his goggles at the revelation that he was now dirt poor. The four armed cook seemed unamused and spoke. “Sorry friend, I can’t give credit, come back when you’re a little, mmm, richer.”
. . .
“How did this happen, I’m smarter than this?” Ko seriously couldn’t believe that he let what little savings he had completely dried up without realizing it and now it left him feeling like an idiot. But as he thought about it the realization surfaced in his mind that for pretty much his entire life he’d been subsidized by The New Jedi Order. Even back when he was largely by himself in the agricultural corps he never really had to worry about affording to live. Now he didn’t have the backing of an entire institution to look after and in turn look after him.
However he still knew that this was something he should’ve accounted for. Perhaps the turmoil within himself and the galactic state of affairs had allowed him to neglect his own personal finance situation. He’d likely still have a fair few credits left if he hadn’t traveled all the way to The High Republic.
Mentally Ko took note of everything he had in his possession. Which was basically just the clothes on his back, his two lightsabers, and a starfighter. Not great, not terrible. Ko could look on the bright side of things. But as his stomach began to ache Ko knew he’d need to find some way of getting cash and fast.
As the Kel Dor was starting to brainstorm different ideas for quick gig work to afford some food and fuel to leave duros he passed by a few holograms that caught his attention. Displays showing the visages of various local fugitives. They were bounties. It was enticing, the payouts didn’t seem all that bad. Ko wondered if he could really see himself as a bounty hunter though. He’d had experiences that were both pleasant and antagonistic with bounty hunters through the years. But all in all had a cautious respect for those that could bring justice to lawless corners and pockets of the galaxy…
