Background
Born to traders, Shem grew up in the hyperlanes, moving goods and making deals.
Then the clone wars saw the CIS commandeer their ship and leave the family afloat in the flood of refugees fleeing the Mid Rim.
After the war the family tried to rebuild but everything was different, the galaxy had changed, options were growing scarcer, but they stuck together. Until Shem had to flee an 'aggressive' negotiation through the only way off planet, an Imperial recruitment center, leaving his family behind.
Shem was placed in Logistics within the Imperial Navy and fulfilled his duties until he realized there were plenty of opportunities for one with his particular skills. Within a year he had fostered a thriving black market across his sector. Until someone high on Avabush Spice caused a reactor failure. Shem's network began to implode and he knew it was only a matter of time before the ISB found him and ended what was just the beginning of a sterling career.
As Shem heard the jackboots of the ISB marching down the corridor to his bunk he checked his locker one last time, hoping for salvation, and found a small red flimsiplast titled "NOTICE OF MANDATORY AND IMMEDIATE TRANSFER". Shem ran to and opened his bunk door, cordially greeted the ISB agents as they prepared for a hostile retrieval, waved the transfer in the officer's face yammering gibberish and was down the corridor before any of them had a second thought.
Clearly someone had noticed Shem's particular skills, and had use of them.
Motivation
Stuff, the acquisition thereof and the freedom to use that stuff.
The Empire is the safest place to be, so long live the Emperor!
Obligations
Using Duty
5 - Resource acquisition
Description
Small & wiry
5'5"
Dark messy hair
Tan skin
not the most attractive