Jizz-wailer turned bounty hunter. Fastest hands in the Outer Rim. Can shred a wicked spooboe solo as quick as he can shred a thug across the bar with two quick bursts from the old DL-44s.

New wailer at the Mos Espa Cantina. Was one of the Modal Nodes before he went solo. Caught the eye of a Hutt with a record company and signed a very, very predatory contract. His records weren't as successful as he thought they would be. He was in deep, and the spice didn't calm his nerves anymore. It only got him even deeper in the hole. Faked his own death, went off the grid, reinvented himself as a small-time bounty hunter.

Tried to be the best at making music but it didn't work out the way he hoped. Now he's a pretty good bounty hunter, so he'll try and be the best at that.

SPICE ADDICT. He can't get enough of the stuff. It's derailed his music career and it almost might derail his bounty hunter career too. VALUE 5

IN DEBT to the Hutt version of Phil Spector. VALUE 10

He looks like a Bith. Wears a stillsuit-style bodyglove with a built-in respirator connected to an onboard spice tank. Dual-wields blasters. Speaks Basic and Huttese (the former with an old timey Transatlantic accent). Twitchy, cocky, a little arrogant. Still honks on the spooboe when he's not "honking on that sweet, sweet Bobo."