Tay Mylee grew up in the lower docking tiers of Bonadan, where her parents ran a licensed starship repair bay that serviced mid-tier freighters and shady independents alike. From a young age, she was crawling through access panels and pulling apart navicomps for fun, her brain naturally wired for machines. Her talent was undeniable. By sixteen, she was out-repairing union-certified mechanics. But she chafed under the slow, structured life of honest work. She wanted more: speed, risk, something that made her heart race faster than a diagnostics screen ever could.

She found that thrill at a sabacc table, sitting across from smugglers with twitchy blaster hands and lies behind their smiles. What started as weekend bets with scrap money escalated quickly into high-stakes games where starships, identities, and lives were on the line. Her charm and quick math made her a favorite for a while. But eventually, she played one hand too many and found herself deep in debt to a swoop gang who didn’t care how clever she was. She pawned gear, sold her services, and ran repairs for the wrong kind of people just to stay ahead of the bounty placed on her lekku.

Now she drifts from system to system, living off temporary crew jobs and sabotage gigs, fixing freighters by day and losing credits by night. She’s invaluable in a crisis, but can’t be trusted with her own paycheck. Every job is a way to stay one step ahead. Of the debts. Of the regrets. Of the quiet that comes when the engine noise dies down. She tells herself she’s just waiting for one big win. One last job to make things right. But deep down, Tay Mylee knows she’s not running toward anything. She’s just trying to stay in motion long enough that nothing catches her.

Ambition; Juryrigging & Gambling vices

Addiction Base+10 for exp bonus

Female aqua toned Twi’lek in her late 20’s
Small for a Twi’lek but she uses her size to fit into small compartments for repairs