Born the illegitimate son of a dock worker and bar hostess on Bose Station in LTT 15449, grew up among the tight-knit gypsy like clan of itinerant rock-hoppers, stevedores, hustlers and petty criminals that sprawled through several systems in the [xxxxx] sector. Worked his way up from pickpocket to petty hustler, dockworker, vacuum welder, salvage worker and everything in between.

After a particularly lucrative (and illegal) job with several cousins, spent his entire share of the take on a beat-up Sidewinder with a buggy life support system. After running a few missions, was hooked on the life of a freelance pilot, and left his old one behind. Scraped up enough to pay a cousin to hack in and approve his test scores to apply for a Pilot's Federation license.