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Howdy, the name’s Trid. Trid Eoj. I’m pretty sure I was born on Bothawui, but I don't remember much from back then, just a few faint memories. I remember raised voices. A man, yelling. I think he was my dad, but I ain’t sure about that. Then, I remember there was a rush of activity. Bodies running all around. I think it was folks getting a ship packed. That thing seemed huge at the time. Biggest thing I’d ever seen.
Next thing I remember is the g-force pushing me back into the seat as we made the jump to hyperspace. You know how the stars around the ship start getting longer and longer? Scared me like nothing else, seeing the world just disappearing as you leave everything behind. Then, everything just went black.

Later, we’re on some planet. It’s hot. Real hot. And dry too. I'd never felt heat like that. The whole place was so bright, I could barely see. But I spotted a tree off in the distance and got this smell. Spice and fire. Turns out I was in the middle of a stretch of desert. I made my way over to what I’d learn later was a Chinar Tree and just sat in the shade for hours and hours. All day I sat there, not sure what to do, or where to go.
As it started to get dark, I could see the glow of a city off in the distance. Not knowing what else to do, I started walking. As I got closer, I ended up walking along the shore of a sea. It felt so good, getting my feet wet after getting scorched all day. After walking all night, I made it to the outskirts of the city and collapsed right outside a junkyard at the edge of Canto Bight Spaceport.
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I woke up to a huge, four-armed reptile fella wearing a long scruffy wig, splashing water in my face. That old rug must've been made from old wookie hair or something. Smelled like it anyway. I’ll never forget his massive smiling face hiding under that that silly old wig. That Besalisk’s name was Oddiwun. He took me in and gave me a job sweeping up his junk yard.
Years went by with me spending my days pushing a broom in Odd’s junk yard, and nights tinkering with whatever I could get my hands on; ionizers, droid parts, capacitors, computer cores, comlinks, datapads. I learned how to fix, modify and eventually, build, just about everything.
Tinkering with tech and mechanical parts couldn’t stop my mind from wandering though. Many a clear night, I’d find my gaze drifting towards that sky full of stars, and I’d wonder, “What else is out there?” Or, “Why’d I end up here?”
Other nights, I’d sneak over to the space port and watch the ships taking off and landing. I could always tell who the smugglers were. They just had this look, ya know? Nasty. You could always tell. I wanted so badly to be a tough guy like them.

Ultimately, I scavenged enough parts that I had built nearly a complete pod racer. I was sure I’d built the fastest pod on the planet and was ready to join the illicit dune races that I’d only heard about.
I started hanging out outside the casino and by the space port trying to get a lead or an invite to join the desert races. Eventually, I must've bothered the guys at the space port enough that they told me to find the Iridonians hanging out at Klang’s Place.
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Klang’s Place, if you’ve never heard of it, is not a nice place. Seediest, roughest joint in the sector and it smells worse than Odd’s ridiculous wig. But I found the Iridonians I was looking for. At first, they didn’t take me seriously. But once I showed them the specs of my racer on a datapad, they filled me in on when the next race would be. And, they filled me in on the ante. One-thousand credits! Can you believe it? They must have known I didn’t have it, because they told me that I could enter my pod-racer, but only if I let one of their guys race it.
I spent the next week tricking out that podracer with every mod I could find. I stripped off all the extra weight possible. That pod was ready to sing like a Bith quartet. I drove the podracer out to the middle of the desert to where I was told the race would start.

I met the Iridonians, and the racer they picked out to drive my pod, one of their crew named Zarkath. Besides him there were four other racers. The Iridonians had another one of their crew in the race, a mean-looking member of their gang named Xugrat, then there was a Suerton, a Weequay, and a Dug.
In my overconfidence, I told the Zarkath that he should double the bet on my podracer, and that if we lost I was good for the difference. Stupid. So stupid.

I’ll say that it was at least close. Zarkath came in second, losing to the Suerton. It had to be some ridiculous luck for his pod to come in first. Or terrible luck on my part.
After the race the Iridonians claimed I owed them three thousand credits. One thousand for the ante on my podracer, another thousand for raising the bet, and a thousand credits for their second racer losing. Zarkath claimed my pod was “faulty” and crashed into their other racer, keeping them both from beating the Suerton.

Liars! I swore to them that I’d come up with the credits, even though I had no idea how I’d do it.They gave me a week to pay up and then they took off with my speeder. Rotten horn-heads!
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I had to walk all the way back across the desert to Odd’s Junk Yard. It was the middle of the night when I returned, and he was frantic. I explained what happened and then he flew into a rage. It turns out, that those Iridonians were all related to high-ranking gangsters of the Crimson Dawn Syndicate.
The rest of that week I did everything I could to come up with the three thousand credits. I sold every part I could find, called in every small favor I had, and I did everything I could to get the money. Everything!

In the end, I had seven hundred credits. When they came to collect, I gave them what I could. They told me they’d be keeping my podracer, and that I now owed them five-thousand credits. Plus, they didn’t even count what I paid them.
Odd showed up and chased them away. They rode off, laughing at us.

They came back though. That night, they set fire to Odd’s workshop. We woke to the sound of thermal detonators crashing through the windows and barely made it out alive.

I swore to Odd that I would make it up to him. In his anger, the threw me out. I wound up stowing aboard the first smuggler ship I came across, not even caring about what they might do to me when they found me.

For once, I had a bit of luck and those guys didn’t turn out to be so bad. Things went okay for a while and I lost track of time. But my bad luck never went away for long, and I never got a chance to get ahead.

That was ten years ago.

Things eventually went south with my old crew. Now, I’ve figured out that its finally time for me to get around to settling my old debts and doing whatever I can to make things right.
I’ve now hooked up with a new crew while doing odd jobs and repairs for Timo the Hutt on Tatooine.

Relationship—Former Nemesis
Causes—Crime

Debt—5
Criminal—5

Male Bothan, Approximately 30 years old, 5’ tall, slight build, Hair is short and singed in front, long mullet in back. Black eyes.