He was born in a fungus farm labor colony on Neimoidia — one of fifty workers, known only as 27. No family. No identity. No future. Just labor, hunger, and the constant reminder that he was replaceable. The colony taught him how to work with others, how to lead quietly, how to endure. It also taught him that nothing he did mattered.

Both lessons stayed with him.

He learned to pass as a “Purse World” Neimoidian — the wealthier, capitalist off‑worlders whose greed shaped the galaxy’s stereotype. He can mimic their posture, their tone, their arrogance. It’s a mask he wears when he needs to deceive his own people, and it works disturbingly well.

He escaped Neimoidia in a supply shipment, slipping into the galaxy like a ghost. He joined the Trade Federation unofficially, took a room in the Banking Clan, and witnessed something enormous: Nute Gunray, in a private meeting with Count Dooku, laying the foundation for the Separatist movement.

He stole a uniform.
He stole a name.
He became a Separatist officer built on a dead man’s identity.

He’s been undercover for two years now — watching, waiting, surviving. If he’s ever caught, it’s a trial, not a quiet death. But that’s cold comfort.

He was on Geonosis during the battle, performing officially sanctioned work: installing behavior‑limiting chips in battle droids, suppressing unwanted personality glitches. He’s good at it — Neimoidian tech and droid systems share deep roots, and he understands them intimately.

But he believes droids are people.
Every day of that work was a betrayal of his own convictions.

His mentor — an old Neimoidian, kind, patient, almost fatherly — showed him a different path. While Sennar installed suppression chips, the old man secretly explored droid consciousness, pushing boundaries the Separatists didn’t want touched. They killed him for it.

Sennar found one surviving piece of his mentor’s work: a hidden data chip shaped like a holocron. It held everything — the research, the breakthroughs, the secrets. It let Sennar interface with battle droids, super battle droids, and droidekas in ways no one else could. It became his most prized possession.

Then he was captured.

Republic soldiers took him to Coruscant. He was tried, sentenced to ten years, and imprisoned. He escaped — but the chip didn’t come with him. It stayed behind, locked away in the authorities’ hands.

He’s searching for his data chip that was given to him by his mentor, hidden in the room he was killed

Sennar owes a debt to a prisoner who helped him escape his bureaucratic prison: the Banking Clan Comms Ship.

Neimoidian. Tall and Thin, with long fingers. Wears plain clothes. Always walks very intently.