Em termos do mundo real, o Crédito Galáctico parece ser mais ou menos análogo a um dólar americano, embora certos itens sejam massivamente mais baratos como resultado de mão-de-obra dróide ou massivamente mais caros, dependendo do poder de compra relativo. seu crédito, sua distância do Império / República e a raridade do item que você está comprando.
Também vale a pena distinguir entre Créditos da República (que nem todos aceitam), Créditos Imperiais (que parecem amplamente aceitáveis em todos os lugares) e Créditos da Nova República (que são bastante inúteis).
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De acordo com o Rebelde nas fileiras , um único crédito lhe dará um bilhete de rifa.
“Hi,” one of them said breathlessly. “We’re selling raffle tickets to raise funds for our Junior Academy camping trip in the Westhills. Would you like to buy one? It’s for a good cause and a ticket is only one credit.”
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Seis créditos lhe pagarão uma refeição na Five Points Station
One hundred credits. She had to make it last. But first: food. Jyn slipped out of the reeking public bathroom stall and headed deeper into the station. She clung to the outer perimeter of the main floor, where the shops were smaller but cheaper. A bodega built between two towers of residential cubes looked local enough not to extort her too badly. She bought a can of nutritive milk that was dusty on top and a tube of dehydrated vegetable protein straws. Not the tastiest but definitely the healthiest, most filling option; this would last her the whole day if she was careful. Food was important. Hunger would make her careless, an easy target. Food and sleep were vital to survival. Ninety-four credits left.
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Um quarto para a noite custará 13 créditos.
Maybe they just want to rob me, she thought. But she couldn’t be sure. An inn had rooms for rent, and Jyn passed over more of her meager supply of credits.
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Uma lata de repelente de insetos lhe devolverá quatro créditos (no mercado de um vendedor)
“Nazgorigan’s patented bug repellent. Guaranteed to make the little bugs buzz off. How many would you like?”
“Sorry?” Lina asked.
“How many would you like to buy? You won’t get far on Thune without one can or seven. Unless you like scratching yourself until you’re raw, yes?”
“Okay, we’ll take one,” Milo said, pulling a credit chip from his pocket. “How much?”
“Four credits each,” the alien replied.
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Duas bebidas alcoólicas no Alcazar custarão dez créditos.
“Two drinks. I’ll have a…” He turns to the Twi’lek. “You first, friend. What are you having?”
“An…ale?”
The Twi’lek looks nervous.
Sinjir makes a face. “He’ll have an ale. I need something stronger. You got ahh, let’s see. Jogan fruit brandy?”
“Kind of a fancy place you think this is?” the bartender rumbles. “I got ale. More ale. Other ale. Different ale. Grog. And starfire ’skee.”
“I’ll take that last decoction, then. A jorum of ’skee for me.”
The bartender grumbles. Begins pouring a glass of something brown and muddy before sliding a bottle of foaming ale to the Twi’lek. “That’ll be ten credits.”