Tavi Vex

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• Blaster Pistol · 1 kg
• Tool Kit · 1 kg
• Datapad (Basic) · 0.3 kg
• Half-Vest · 2 kg

Backstory

Tavi Vex was born on Chadra-Fan, a world perpetually threatened by the tides, and she grew up understanding that survival had nothing to do with size or strength. It had to do with knowing exactly how something worked before it killed you. She found work young, too young, in the lower maintenance warrens of Nar Shaddaa, where the Hutt cartels employed anyone whose fingers were small enough to reach inside a power coupling without a torch. She was fast, meticulous, and her senses were sharp enough to smell an overheating circuit before a diagnostic droid would flag it. For years, Tavi told herself Nar Shaddaa was temporary. Every credit she could hide from employers, landlords, and anyone else who decided she owed them something went toward the same goal: getting off the Smuggler’s Moon. She dreamed of Coruscant and the Republic’s technical academies, somewhere a mind like hers could become something more than cheap labor for people who barely remembered her name. Then came the job that went wrong. A cartel overseer, a Nikto named Gresh, hired her to service a communications relay buried inside a rival’s warehouse. Tavi realized halfway through the job that she had not been sent there to repair anything. The modifications she had been ordered to make were opening the building’s security network from the inside. She did not figure it out quickly enough. When the enforcers came through the door she had unknowingly unlocked, three beings died in the corridor. Tavi survived because she could fit inside a ventilation shaft no one else could. She stayed there clutching her toolkit to her chest, breathing recycled air and the smell of blaster discharge until the building went quiet. She does not talk about what happened. Her hands still shake slightly when she works on communications systems. She finishes the job anyway. Afterward, Tavi tried to disappear into Nar Shaddaa. That is easier said than done on a moon where nearly everyone owes someone something. She moved deeper into the lower levels, taking repair jobs under the table and avoiding Gresh whenever possible. She fixes droids, bypasses broken security doors, patches power converters, and occasionally takes jobs she knows better than to ask questions about. Her reputation is small but growing. If something is broken and the owner does not care whether the technician has Republic certification, someone eventually mentions the little Chadra-Fan with the toolkit. Tavi still wants that certification. More than that, she wants off Nar Shaddaa. She has almost enough credits for passage, assuming nothing breaks, nobody robs her, and Gresh never decides she still owes him for surviving that warehouse. Unfortunately, Nar Shaddaa has never been particularly interested in what Tavi wants. Recently, Tavi has noticed something strange moving through the criminal networks she occasionally repairs equipment for. Stolen Republic hardware. Altered manifests. Military components being routed through Hutt-controlled warehouses. She has deliberately avoided looking too closely. On Nar Shaddaa, curiosity has a remarkably short life expectancy. Then she meets Zors Huung. He is a young Kel Dor Jedi Padawan who came to Nar Shaddaa with his Master while investigating the same stolen Republic equipment Tavi has been seeing. Except his Master has disappeared. Zors does not know whether his Master was captured, injured, killed, or deliberately vanished while following the investigation. What he does know is that he is now alone on Nar Shaddaa, following a trail he was originally supposed to observe rather than lead. Tavi wants absolutely nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, she recognizes something in the information Zors has. A shipment number. A warehouse. A communications frequency. Some tiny technical detail everyone else would overlook. And Tavi Vex notices everything. Helping Zors could put Gresh and the Hutts back on her trail. It could destroy whatever chance she has of finally getting off Nar Shaddaa. It might also be the first opportunity she has ever had to do something about the kind of people who have controlled her life since she arrived. So she opens her toolkit. “Show me what your Master was investigating.”

Roleplaying notes

- **Sharp Eyes, Quiet Pride:** Your Expert-level Perception is instinctive and constant — describe noticing things before anyone asks, details others overlook, and make it feel like a reflex rather than a boast. - **Strength Is a Liability She Knows:** With a STR of 6, Tavi never attempts anything requiring physical force without visible hesitation or a workaround — she scouts for tools, leverage, or allies before she ever uses her body as an instrument. - **The Ritual Check:** Before beginning any technical work, Tavi physically opens and reorganizes her toolkit — a grounding habit born from Nar Shaddaa, a way of confirming she is here, she is prepared, nothing is hidden. - **Trust on a Long Delay:** Tavi is cooperative with allies in practical terms but emotionally guarded; she shares technical knowledge freely and personal history almost never, treating warmth as something earned in increments over time. - **Terse and Precise:** She speaks in short declarative sentences, defaults to technical vocabulary even in casual conversation, and fills silence with observation rather than small talk — she will describe what she sees before she describes how she feels about it.