The sun was finally rising over the Belching Frog Ranch on Tokadana. It wasn't a Crimson Dawn, nor a Black Sun or any other sun that Jon's father -Preef Callo- was associated with. One of the bantha Jon was looking at started to wake up and immediately began to chew. Probably yesterday's grass and for the sixth or seventh time before her body made the blue-ish milk from it. Jon caught himself smiling, which he realized he hadn't done for a while. Something had been pressing on him. Like an unwanted cloak it had fallen on his shoulders and he couldn't quite get rid of it.
He knew that as he got on his speeder bike, his peacemaker in the holster that was slung across it, that the cloak would not fall as he sped off towards the Tokadana capital of Andui. He would pass Gett'se Viszla's farm without stopping for a cup of caf or a good story. There was no longer a reason to detour to prevent getting tracked, not since his father had left the planet, so what used to take eight days was now a trip that took only three. Jon had a bottle of water and a can of foodstuffs attached to one side of his speeder and a sleeping bag on the other. His nights would be short when the light of the Tokadana moon was faintest, just so he could hurry back to the ranger office.
He was the only ranger in the Tashtor Sector. The Free World's Alliance had greatly diminished in the past years and funding for wandering rangers of sectors that couldn't afford the contributions had evaporated. So, when he finally arrived at the capital and parked his speeder bike at his office, no one was there waiting for him. He also knew that he wouldn't be busy. Something about being known as the son of the legendary quick-draw Preef Callo made sure very few outlaws decided to rob Tokadana's farmsteads or indeed retire to the sparsely populated planet. They had two possible scenario's: Either the son was as fast as the father, or his father would come down to avenge the son. Many chose not to find out...
This office, and his son being a ranger of the Tashtor Sector, was what Preef would've told the Jedi Councillor Hera Albion.
Jon opened the door to his office, which was mainly just a desk two feet from the door and a small brig on the opposite side of it, and then turned around and headed for the nearby cantina to get his breakfast.
@Black Noise
He knew that as he got on his speeder bike, his peacemaker in the holster that was slung across it, that the cloak would not fall as he sped off towards the Tokadana capital of Andui. He would pass Gett'se Viszla's farm without stopping for a cup of caf or a good story. There was no longer a reason to detour to prevent getting tracked, not since his father had left the planet, so what used to take eight days was now a trip that took only three. Jon had a bottle of water and a can of foodstuffs attached to one side of his speeder and a sleeping bag on the other. His nights would be short when the light of the Tokadana moon was faintest, just so he could hurry back to the ranger office.
He was the only ranger in the Tashtor Sector. The Free World's Alliance had greatly diminished in the past years and funding for wandering rangers of sectors that couldn't afford the contributions had evaporated. So, when he finally arrived at the capital and parked his speeder bike at his office, no one was there waiting for him. He also knew that he wouldn't be busy. Something about being known as the son of the legendary quick-draw Preef Callo made sure very few outlaws decided to rob Tokadana's farmsteads or indeed retire to the sparsely populated planet. They had two possible scenario's: Either the son was as fast as the father, or his father would come down to avenge the son. Many chose not to find out...
This office, and his son being a ranger of the Tashtor Sector, was what Preef would've told the Jedi Councillor Hera Albion.
Jon opened the door to his office, which was mainly just a desk two feet from the door and a small brig on the opposite side of it, and then turned around and headed for the nearby cantina to get his breakfast.
@Black Noise