Tales from the Underworld [Episode 1: Krobb of 1315]
Hello, Holonet. Welcome to the first episode of Tales from the Underworld!! Because I’m clearly in between jobs, and have nothing better to do than document the ongoing collapse of civilisation, one loser at a time.
Today’s feature: Krobb.
That’s him, right there, taking a nap outside 867 Alley. And by “nap,” I mean he’s either dead, unconscious, or wishing for death after getting too deep into whatever pisswater disguised as moonshine they sell at the nearby cantina.
Krobb is a classic underworld denizen! Bro has no fixed address, no fixed job, but somehow ALWAYS around. And ALWAYS has time to spare! Bro got opinions on everything, and never once been right. Used to run with the Rancor (subdivision of Raptors) before they collapsed (shocking, considering their motto was “steal shit and hope for the best”). Now he’s freelancing, which in underworld terms means always taking bad deals without any gangs or syndicates to back you up.
But see, Krobb is a product of a galactic economy that runs on exploitation and treats the underworld like a trash compactor for people it doesn’t want to deal with. A system that was designed to fail people like him. No jobs? No resources? No social mobility? Congratulations, you’re Krobb now.
…Okay, yeah, he’s also an OSIK, but two things can be true at the same time. Anyway, if you see him, toss him a few credits or a cigarra or a deathstick, but do NOT engage in conversation for more than five minutes. He will ask you for a loan or some money. And I will laugh when you regret it.
Until next time, Holonet.
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