I have spent the majority of my life alone, trying to survive as best I can. I have lost everything & everyone that I have ever known and loved that was close to me throughout my life. I have spent most of my adult life traveling from one place to another hiring myself to various people for my technical & mechanics skills that I possess. I know my way around engines and such but I am most happy when I am working on computers and other technical devices.
I will take most jobs that I can find fixing things or just simply doing odd jobs for whatever employer will hire me. Eventually my luck did run out however when I agreed to take a shipment of merchandise to an undisclosed location in the Tatooine system where I found some rather distasteful pirates that were on the payroll of a particularly nasty Hutt lord named Teemo the Hutt. My cargo was stolen and I was placed in chains. Through no small bit of thinking on my feet, I showed these outlaws that my talents could benefit them and I was allowed to maintain equipment and computers for them. Eventually, I found my way out and escaped my captures and needless to say, they were not very pleased of my flight. I am sure eventually I will run into either them or the Hutt lord himself and this matter will have to be handled one way or another.
Since my escape, I have been working alongside a "slightly off kilter" smuggler named Jasper earning a meager living hauling cargo and at times even smuggling. My old "friends" that held me captive for a time, have a very long reach and I would hate to let my guard down so I am always watchful of my surroundings.
Some people say I am a bit jaded and cynical at first which I guess I can relate with, having seen so much of the worst the galaxy had to offer me at a young age. I have always been very careful to not get too attached to anyone or anything but at times, this has not proven to be an easy thing to do. I consider myself a serious and well disciplined individual and I take a serious approach to whatever task I am performing, focusing on results rather then any emotional considerations.
Recently, the Empire has ruined my life by killing my sister who was a Padawan at the Jedi Temple, then most recently the Empire destroyed Vanguard station which had my mentor and many friends on it. The Empire has killed everyone that meant anything to me and now they want to kill me as well "along with Teemo the Hutt & Trex the Bounty Hunter". The only family that I have left is the crew of the Valkyrie.
Then my favorite speeder bike was impounded when I fell "slightly behind" on a few payments "that I fully intended to pay off". I was then arrested for "allegedly" grifting "petty or small-scale swindling" on the streets of Coruscant "all of which was totally untrue". . . well, for the most part".
During the trip to Kessel the ship I was on was attacked by pirates and I was pressed-ganged into service. Somehow through a series of unfortunate events, I was handed over to a particularly nasty Hutt Gangster named Teemo the Hutt whom I had been under his employ and was to be flying his ships for him.
Recently, I have been flying cargo ships for the Hutt Lord in and out of the small spaceport of Mos Shuuta on Tatooine. In some ways it has been the most boring and peaceful eight weeks of my life. In other ways, I keep getting shot at by pirates and customs officials and having to do risky landings in remote, dangerous places, so it's terrifying at the same time. On my most recent mission, my ship, a rusty old Ghtroc 720 light freighter named the Ao Var, was damaged beyond repair when it was attacked and boarded by pirates. The cargo that I was carrying aboard the ship was also stolen. I was forced to sell the ship for parts in order to have the money to book passage back to Tatooine for myself to explain to the Hutt lord what had happened.
Teemo the Hutt was not happy, since the ship was technically his property and the loss of his cargo did not help matters either. Since I was forced to use the money from selling the severely damaged ship for transport back to Tatooine I could not even offer him the money from the sale of his ship. This is when I figured it best that I leave the Hutt's service "which apparently Teemo was not happy about either ... sometimes you just can't make anyone happy". So I decided it was time to leave.
I have since been working as a freelance smuggler and doing cargo runs for various companies to earn a living. I do enjoy the work that I do and I keep telling myself that one day I will have earned enough money where I can go into business for myself.
Despite a long life of misfortune, I consider myself lucky - and perhaps I am. Some say I have survived by the will of the Force, well . . . I've seen a lot of strange things, but to believe in some all powerful Force guiding my way through the galaxy is a bit much for me to stomach. The way I see it, if I hadn't been arrested and transported off of Coruscant, I might ever have gotten out of jail so I tend to think it's best to chalk everything up to fate and the luck of the draw. Come to think of it . . . I do have a knack and coming through bad times unscathed, maybe I am just lucky. I really am an "excellent" pilot and pretty good at a lot of other things as well and my easy-going nature makes things mostly come to easily to me, "most of the time".
Most recently the Empire destroyed Vanguard Station, along with my employer and now it appears I am wanted dead or alive by the Empire, Teemo the Hutt and Trex, the Trandosian Bounty Hunter. Things don't seem to be going my way right now.
