The Blood Hound
Ryloth. A world of wonder. A world of spirits, and magic, and... And one Pebble who was walking around aimlessly confused. She'd read up on the history of the plant that morning, learning that it's major exports had been slaves and Spice. But, insofar as she'd come to understand, the Confederacy had banned both of them, leaving only ore as the planet's main source of income. And considering wars raged and money required to feed millions if not more, she tried to come up with creative solutions as to how the Confederacy was keeping the planet from going bankrupt.
The only reasonable solution in the teenage girl's mind, was that the outlawing was not the same for everyone. Surely there were more than enough people working in what would officially be considered illegal occupations, that gave enough money to the people in charge to make sure things went on smoothly. That, at least, would have been how she'd handle it if she was forced to play nicely with just redundant measures.
But still, she thought. Perhaps there was another well. Her ancestral home was self-sufficient in terms of safety and food, so perhaps Ryloth could conjure something similar. Or would have, if it wasn't so filled with sand. She hated the sand.
Stopping by a little kiosk of sweets in Rhovari, she used credits Kat had given her to buy an omelette sandwich, ad the found a bench to sit on and eat while she continued to contemplate.
[member="Anya Malvern"]
The only reasonable solution in the teenage girl's mind, was that the outlawing was not the same for everyone. Surely there were more than enough people working in what would officially be considered illegal occupations, that gave enough money to the people in charge to make sure things went on smoothly. That, at least, would have been how she'd handle it if she was forced to play nicely with just redundant measures.
But still, she thought. Perhaps there was another well. Her ancestral home was self-sufficient in terms of safety and food, so perhaps Ryloth could conjure something similar. Or would have, if it wasn't so filled with sand. She hated the sand.
Stopping by a little kiosk of sweets in Rhovari, she used credits Kat had given her to buy an omelette sandwich, ad the found a bench to sit on and eat while she continued to contemplate.
[member="Anya Malvern"]