I got my start with a Salvage Recovery team on my home planet back before the war. They'd found some derelict had crashed in the snow deserts and they recruited some local talent to help them with the dig. That's where I got my first taste of extracting hidden secrets from the galaxy. I convinced the Boss to take me with him as a Digger. Quickly they realized my drive and ambition, but more importantly my attention to detail and they promoted me to 'scratcher'. It's a lot like a digger, but I get smaller tools. It's a promotion, trust me.

My team had a standing contract with the Jedi Council back in the day. We worked a lot with a Nautolan Jedi by the name of Isto Soth. She was a kind person, connected with everyone easily despite her scholarly core and drive. We made fast friends.

During The War, we were finishing on a dig. Sunken Ziggurat on a swamp festering world that scuffed my horns at every opportunity. Bugs the size of your arm. We found a holo there. Right before the Empire declared the Jedi traitors my crew got a call from Isto. She said that we should remove all traces of the holocron from our manifest and hide it. To deliver it safe to the Council....mind you that was less than a cycle before the Council stopped being a thing we could deliver it to....

But she was a friend. Despite heeding her warning, the Empire seized our ship, towed us back to Coruscant. They were looking for something but wouldn't tell us what, but I have a good idea. I was able to sneak it past the Empire and tried to take the opportunity to track down a Jedi somewhere on the planet, but it seems there are none left and my snooping caught the wrong kind of attention. I was able to get out of there without too much trouble with the help of a smuggler I struck a deal with...but now what? I've been looking for someone I can trust or diving into new digs for the last few years trying to find...some clues, but I've long since run out of luck.

+Anti-Empire Ideals: History and culture are sacred. The Coalition of Truth are spreading disinformation and outright propaganda that actively undermine the truth to our galactic culture and history.

+Emancipation: I went home for a short while. The new Quotas the Empire is enforcing on the mines and the repercussions for failing to meet them are just slavery with extra steps. My home world isn't the only to suffer.

+Non-Human Rights: The empire is subjugating entire planets and species. It happened to the Wookies, it's happening on Elom. Someone needs to stand up to them.

++Bounty - 10 ++

I possess a holocron from an ancient Jedi dig site. The Empire is after it. They know my old team found it, I don't know how much they know. My former employer and friend asked me to keep it safe and/or deliver it into the hands of what remain of the Jedi Council.

++Favor - 5 ++

A smuggler got me out of the core worlds, no questions asked. He needed information I was able to provide...but I found out too late that only bought me passage to the Rim. I still owe him a favor for keeping his mouth shut.

Tazek is an adult Elomin with ruddy burgundy skin and Orange facial horns. His lean build speaks to time on the move and his eyes that flick hither and tither even while reading his well worn data pad speak to someone who's on the move away from something as much as toward.

To this end Tazek is commonly found not far from the bulk of his posessions. A backpack full of notes and gear, an old but well maintained Corellian Great Coat and an old model explorer's spear. His clothes are simple. Easy to clean, easy to maintain, durable enough and simple enough that likely nobody would give him a second thought.

Careful eyes might note a single piece of jewelry, always carefully kept under his shirt. If those eyes were to catch a glimpse, it would be an oversized ceramic medallion with a single Nautolan letter carved into it. An ancient rune that most wouldn't recognize but a scholar might read as saying "Faith in the Future" or more simply "Progress".