The autobiography of Ten Neb:

I was born and raised on Sullust. I was a naturally curious and inquisitive child. I was constantly into everything, asking questions, taking things apart, and exploring where I was not supposed to go. At 17 I decided to leave home and see the galaxy. I took a job in the local Sorosuub Corp. shipping department. I started as a deckhand on a large freighter. I enjoyed the work, the opportunity to see the galaxy, and the opportunity to learn. I sought out whatever anyone would teach me, eventually leading me to my mentor and friend, Tark’o Una. Tark’o Una, a Twi’lek, was a captain on a local transport based out of (my then home port) Correllia. Tark’o took me under his wing, encouraged my auto-didactic nature, and nurtured my natural flying skills. Through his lessons and connections I quickly rose through the ranks. I piloted smaller transports at first, graduated to freighter captain, and eventually worked my way back down to smaller transports of precious or rare cargo.

At 21 I got involved with the local skim racing scene, participating in illegal races for money and pink slips. As I won more races I earned more renown, eventually hooking up with the racing scene at every port on my route. I raced every kind of swoop, skimmer, pod, skyhopper, and spacecraft I could.

At 24 I was approached by a female Duros calling herself Jail Veiggolt. She claimed to represent “an interested party.” She knew of my racing reputation and offered me $10,1000, plus the promise of more work, if I could help her organization switch some cargo before it reached its final destination. The scheme was simple: I was provided a slightly different (and slightly faster) hyperspace route to follow on the Corellia to Coruscant leg of my route. On the way to Coruscant I dropped out at specific coordinates in deep space, where I rendezvoused with a waiting ship. That ship docked, switched out several crates of goods, and then I continued on my route. Because the route was faster than planned, and the switch was fast, I arrived on time.

I impressed the organization with my precision flying (both hyper and real space) and discretion on that job. It offered me more jobs through the years that grew progressively more challenging, and more rewarding, as my reputation with them grew. Eventually, I discovered that it was the Hutts I was working for. They know that I found out, but neither of us have ever explicitly said anything about it.

At 27 I quit Sorosuub Corp. and began a fulltime freelance transporter career. I hooked up with a finder/cut-off man (a human male named Dak Bel) who finds jobs for people who will work without asking questions. I will take any ship, anywhere, any cargo, no questions asked. I don’t want to know. Although I will work for anyone, and frequently get jobs from unaffiliated individuals through Dak Bel, more than half my business still comes from the Hutts.

I’m currently based on Devaron. On my most recent job, Dak stated that I could make $100,000 credits by flying a YT-2400 from Nar Shaddaa to Bothawui. This was well more than was typical for a mere stolen ship or a run-of-the-mill smuggling run. However, when I arrived, the ship appeared stock, and like new. There was no visible cargo. I thought that was suspicious, but I’m paid not to ask questions. My instructions were to deliver the ship to a Bothan named Thih Hi’til at the spaceport on Bothawui. I could recognize Thih by her clipped right ear and red streaked fur.

The ship performed as expected. The flight was routine, and I arrived at Bothawui without incident. However, as I left the ship to meet Thih I was ambushed by a platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers. They took me into custody and then onto a prison transport. They haven’t told me what I was arrested for, or what was on the YT.

It’s unlikely that the Imps randomly found me. Someone must have talked. It could be the client, or my finder, or the recipient.