The job market was shit as usual. Worse, my ship was stationed at Lonabar’s garage. The repairs after the crash amounted to ten thousand credits. A year ago after I bagged Ganvor Hulst I could have paid that without missing a beat. Unfortunately, a failed marriage, saving my little brother from the Kavvir gang and then finally a trip to Vessigio, the greatest casino planet in the galaxy had left me without much of the fortune I had made from Hulst’s bounty. So here I was, stuck on Tosil, doing odd jobs to barely scrape by and manage to pay Lonabar’s hiked up rates. If there were any other mechanics capable of working on my engines than I wouldn’t have been in this mess. Unfortunately having experimental Velistar engines means that only people like Lonabar can fix them, and unfortunately, he’s the only one on Tosil with the skills I need.
It wasn’t all bad. Working a hovertaxi wasn’t the worst job ever. Once I spent a summer teaching high school kids about the history of the Trennar-Vindian War. Thinking about their uninterested, half dead eyes still makes me shudder. Picking up people all over Tosil was interesting, kept me active and had me meet plenty of interesting people. The girls I came across were some of the highlights of my job experience.