It is housed in a low-slung, prefabricated steel structure, with its appearance reflecting years of wear and neglect, featuring rust-stained walls and a flickering holosign of a broken gear that barely functions.
Inside, the air is thick with the smell of ozone, hydraulic fluid, and cheap synth-coffee, and the floor is a chaotic obstacle course of salvaged machinery, discarded droid parts, and tangled wires. Despite the apparent disorganization, the owner, Jaxxon "Jax" K'harr, knows the exact location of every part.
Jax is a gruff, middle-aged human mechanic with perpetually grease-stained hands and a worn-down demeanor, a result of dealing with Imperial bureaucracy and the struggles of a failing agri-economy. Although he presents a cynical, weary exterior, Jax is a brilliant mechanic who can fix nearly anything with a few spare parts and a jury-rigged solution. He despises the Empire, which is evident from his past, having been dishonorably discharged for leaking information to a journalist.


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