Green Thumb Jedi


Funny how a planet made of gas could be filled with a good amount of hustle and bustle. Right now he found himself on Bespin. With Ko no longer a padawan he had a great deal more of independence, but a lot more responsibility as well. He actually had quite a lot of things he wanted to do after gaining knighthood. But now it seemed like those goals of his had to be sidelined for more pressing matters. It seemed like the future is not how it used to be.
War was the reason for Ko’s visit to Bespin. Playing the role of a representative on the unincorporated world to secure Tibanna for the Galactic Aliance’s war effort with a major exporter. Even though the Sith was much closer and arguably a much better trade partner because of that. At least on paper. But Bespin had been a historical ally for interstellar governments like the GA before. It wasn’t that hard to garner sympathy in a distant fight against an Imperial Successor state.
Aiding Ko on his endeavor here was a protocol droid by the designation RK-8 to help be his eyes read for the blind Kel Dor. As well as be a translator if need be. But like most droids in its series, they didn’t have a very delicate or polite personality.
After meeting with more guild representatives for the mining and processing of tibana on the planet Ko walked the streets with RK-8. Who’s calculating workaholic attitude was starting to irk Ko just a little. Babbling on about logistics and how useful the Corellian Trade Spine could help get supplies right to the frontlines created by the Dark Empire’s new internal enclave within the GA.
Soon enough however, Ko caught wind of some ‘vibes’ coming from a building he walked past. Stopping his pace he turned towards it. “-And it also intersects with the Rimma Trade Route which will help secure Fondor which I understand to be a likely candidate for the new GA capital. Not to mention-” RK-8 Realized that Ko was no longer walking beside him. Turning around it noticed the Jedi looking towards the Casino. “Now’s not the time for throwing money away Master Jedi. We have much more planning to go over.”
Ko’s shoulders sagged some as he turned towards the protocol droid. “I don’t think ruminating and brainstorming about trade lanes are gonna really help us now. It might do us some good to have a bit of fun while we’re here. One time I accidentally got stuck on Canto Bight without much to do other than hang around the casinos there. Might be fun to win some cash from folks who won’t miss it and put it to a better cause. Or maybe we can find something interesting."War was the reason for Ko’s visit to Bespin. Playing the role of a representative on the unincorporated world to secure Tibanna for the Galactic Aliance’s war effort with a major exporter. Even though the Sith was much closer and arguably a much better trade partner because of that. At least on paper. But Bespin had been a historical ally for interstellar governments like the GA before. It wasn’t that hard to garner sympathy in a distant fight against an Imperial Successor state.
Aiding Ko on his endeavor here was a protocol droid by the designation RK-8 to help be his eyes read for the blind Kel Dor. As well as be a translator if need be. But like most droids in its series, they didn’t have a very delicate or polite personality.
After meeting with more guild representatives for the mining and processing of tibana on the planet Ko walked the streets with RK-8. Who’s calculating workaholic attitude was starting to irk Ko just a little. Babbling on about logistics and how useful the Corellian Trade Spine could help get supplies right to the frontlines created by the Dark Empire’s new internal enclave within the GA.
Soon enough however, Ko caught wind of some ‘vibes’ coming from a building he walked past. Stopping his pace he turned towards it. “-And it also intersects with the Rimma Trade Route which will help secure Fondor which I understand to be a likely candidate for the new GA capital. Not to mention-” RK-8 Realized that Ko was no longer walking beside him. Turning around it noticed the Jedi looking towards the Casino. “Now’s not the time for throwing money away Master Jedi. We have much more planning to go over.”
“That hardly sounds very official. Also I doubt a droid like myself would be allowed to participate in any games. My predictive analysis might prove too great. Plus I doubt they’d trust a Jedi like yourself as well.” Ko nodded, the droid made a good point. Ko did look like a Jedi after all. If he was to represent the order he best looked like he belonged to it.
“Could probably use the slot machines though. They’re all electronic after all.” Still though a Jedi could manage to be quite “lucky” even with the randomization of slots.
“Well it’s your choice Master Jedi, but I’m going to go back to our lodging. I’ll see you later.” RK-8 removed before turning away from the Kel Dor to leave the scene. Leaving Ko to glance back towards the Casino before he made his way into the lively establishment. Instantly he was greeted with a paradoxical aroma of energy. The air was filled with thrills, envy, regret, and destitution all at once. A constant for the gambling industry where reckless people could make or lose everything in an instant. It was a bit nauseating for a Jedi.
