I was born on Metalorn to two mechanics that had worked for the Techno union for most of their lives. I grew up there, and followed in their footsteps to become a mechanic myself. It was perfect timing - when I was fifteen, the Clone Wars started up and I was hired as a ship technician. I worked on ship repair and then moved into droid design and repair around my 20th birthday. It was a good gig, but when the Techno Union was absorbed by the Empire, we all lost our jobs. My parents were old enough to retire, but I had to find employment elsewhere.

There was absolutely no place for me on Metalorn. With unemployment skyrocketing there, I journeyed offworld to find a mechanic job somewhere, but the Clone Wars prejudices meant that no one wanted a non-human working on their speeder. Pirates and bounty hunters had no such worries though, as long as I got the job done right.

I ended up on Florrum after bouncing between planets for a few years. The local pirate gangs knew I did good work and didn’t charge them horrible prices for it, so they didn’t complain even when I accepted customers from rival gangs.

Life was good until a speeder I juiced up - against my advice - blew up one of the pirate bosses. Thinking I had finally taken a side and betrayed them, they put out a bounty for my head. I fled that night and have been looking for consistent work ever since.

Freedom
I hate being stuck doing the same work over and over. I like being able to work on jobs I choose.

Expertise
Having the credits to perfect my craft and experiment are required for my happiness.

Bounty - 15
I’m wanted by a pirate gang from Florum for the murder of their leader, Hunta Goron.

40 years old
5' 11"
Dad bod
Tan skin - Blue