Location: Near the medical bay en-route to the cantina
Quietly and quickly, Kelaeon left the medical bay and began the walk toward the spaceship cantina. He hated the weekly check-ups that his new hand had required and he still wasn't used to the layout of the station. Kelaeon had only arrived a few weeks before and only done a few jobs as a pilot. Between his time in the medical bay, the weekly check-ups, and the limited amount of times he was needed, Kelaeon longed to fly a ship.
As he walked, he looked down at the mechanical hand and opened and closed it multiple times. He knew that the hand was expensive and unless he planned on screwing over Marko and stealing a ship he'd be paying it off for a while. However, the very idea of screwing over a man that had helped him and provided him with a new hand to replace the one lost in Sith captivity was revolting and wouldn't happen. As such, while Kelaeon longed to be free and to fly the space lanes as a pirate once more, he stayed. He'd seen a few chances to steal a ship and hightail it out of the area and he bet a lesser man would have done so.
Kelaeon hated being indebted and owing people, so he was determined to work hard, pay Marko back, and be free as soon as possible. He'd work hard and do whatever jobs it took until the debt was repaid. As he walked, a slight smirk crossed his face, perhaps he'd get his new ship at this station once he had enough credits.
Looking around and mumbling curses, Kelaeon continued trying to find the cantina, wanting nothing more than to get a drink to wash his dry throat and to try and take his mind off things. Back in the old days when he felt like this he'd just fly his own starfighter around, but now that he had nothing again he'd have to settle for a drink instead. That was, if he could find the cantina.