In a dusty corner of the Outer Rim, a brown dwarf smolders with a small, carbon-rich planetoid whirling around it. Passht, otherwise an unremarkable frozen turd, is full of diamonds, and the Hutt mining operation there is the only reason anybody bothers with the place. Jett Quaysar, Joon's father, was indentured to the Hutts -- the only way out of a mountainous gambling debt -- and worked as a mechanic at the mine, maintaining excavators and repairing ships. Joon's mother, Fayre, was a slave in the mines that Jett managed to get made into his assistant. As far as Joon knows, they were in love, but Joon was barely old enough to remember anything when Fayre died.

Growing up, Joon was a second pair of hands for her father, learning the ins and outs of machinery as she went along. At 8, she'd crawled into a hover-sled to access a faulty pressurizer and accidentally nicked a plasma hose. She took a mouthful of hot plasma before her father managed to pull her out; the rudimentary medical facilities on Passht couldn't do more than spray Joon with some bacta. Joon permanently lost half of her upper lip and several teeth, but she counts herself as lucky. Could have been worse! She was back in the garage the next week, head still wrapped with dressings.

The years passed, and Joon (then 17) was soon as capable in the garage than her father, and a good six inches taller, thanks to the low gravity on Passht. Jett hadn't lost his gambling habit, though, and owed the barge captains enough money that they sent some of their crew to "persuade" him to pay up. Not having much experience with such things, though, they went too far and beat him fully to death. Joon kept working -- there were jobs to be done, and Pop would be watching over her, expecting the work to get finished. The Hutts didn't care too much -- their mine got to keep working efficiently, and they could simply consider Joon to have taken over her father's debt.

Several years later, the production from the diamond mines dipped low enough that it was no longer profitable enough for the Hutts to maintain. They shuttered the mines, giving little warning to the crew. Joon had to parley her way onto one of the last ships off-world as the station was being shut down. Since then, she's bounced around the Outer Rim, asking no questions and taking jobs in smuggler's ports, chop shops, and underground racing garages. These days, she's getting tired of working for other people just to pay off the Hutts. If she can find some kind of big score, cancel her father's debt, and get her name out as one of the best damn techs in the galaxy, she'll be happy.

Expertise: Always need to be getting better at her job.

65 - Bounty. Joon is identified as one of the people who killed Naglish the Hutt on Nar Shaddaa; there's a fresh, hefty price on her head.

5 - Addiction: Booster Blue. Joon's grown reliant on boosting to get through tough jobs, but it's not a problem. She doesn't need it.

A gangly human in a dark, greasy jumpsuit, Joon generally lurks near the walls of any room she's in. Half of her face is covered by a fabric mask (to keep dust out of her mouth, she says) and the other half in rough tattoos. Her dark hair is sloppily cut, sheared off just short enough to stay out of her sunken eyes. Dangling from an overloaded utility belt, hydrospanners and sonic welders clink against each other and a blaster, handles wrapped with peeling grip tape. Joon wears braces on her arms and legs to compensate for weak joints -- a consequence of growing up on a low-gravity world that didn't bother with compensatory grav generators.