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Although without a mentor, Ko was a padawan. Yet he still kept his earlier formative years as a member of the Agri-corp in high regard. Never feeling any shame for it, despite some possibly view Ko as a wash up, who just got lucky later on. For the young Kel Dor Nubia was like a second home for him. Or more like a third home behind the Jedi Temple and Dorin behind that. Having spent many days hard at work in the numerous farmsteads that stretched past the horizon. Growing foodstuffs to send out across the Corellian Run and Corellian Trade Spine hyperspace lanes into the deeper reaches of the galaxy to worlds peoples that need them.
However, in these modern times the border world has seen a rise in banditry. Highwaymen swoop gangs stealing, extorting and raiding the isolated farmers outside of the relative safety of the planet’s major cities. Given Ko’s closeness to the planet he requested some aid from the wider New Jedi Order, or at least some guidance on how to proceed. Although it went against his better nature as a Kel Dor, Ko understood that he couldn’t go off engaging in reckless vigilantism.
To his surprise, the Jedi were sending help for him.
