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Sae’lin Jaxx was born on a quiet farming world, far from Nar Shaddaa. Her earliest memories were of open fields, long days beside her parents, and a peace she was too young to understand before it was taken from her. When Sae’lin was four, slavers raided her village, burned her home, and took her family off-world in chains.

The captives were bound for the slave markets of Nar Shaddaa, where the Brutal Krait Syndicate helped move stolen people through the undercity’s criminal networks. To the Kraits, Sae’lin and her parents were not people. They were cargo.

They never reached the auction block. Somewhere in the undercity, the transport was caught in the violence between the Krait Syndicate and a rival gang known as the Vorn Klaws. Explosions tore through the ship, scattering prisoners, slavers, gang soldiers, and civilians into the chaos of the lower levels. Sae’lin’s parents carried her from the wreckage through smoke and blasterfire, but in the confusion, they were lost before they could get her to safety.
Sae’lin was found alone in the aftermath by Vexis, the Rodian leader of the Vorn Klaws. The Klaws were criminals, but they had lines they refused to cross. No spice. No slavers. No harming children. Vexis took Sae’lin in rather than leave her to the streets, and the Vorn Klaws became the only family she had left.

She grew up in and around their hideout, a rundown repair garage owned by a Bothan named Daro. The garage served as both a front and a base of operations for the Klaws. There, Sae’lin learned how to listen from the corners of rooms, vanish into crowds, carry messages through alleys, and move through the undercity without being seen. One of the other children taken in by the gang, a street kid named Gideon, became her closest friend and taught her the hidden routes, maintenance shafts, and forgotten passages that crisscrossed Nar Shaddaa’s lower levels.

When she was not working the streets, Sae’lin could usually be found in Daro’s garage, covered in oil and half-buried in the guts of a speeder bike. Daro, a retired speeder racer, taught her how to handle tools, diagnose engine problems, and keep machines running under pressure. It was crooked, dangerous, and far from innocent, but it was stable. The Klaws protected their own, and Sae’lin believed that meant something.
Over the years, the turf war between the Vorn Klaws and the Krait Syndicate escalated. The Klaws hit Krait fronts, disrupted shipments, and interfered with trafficking routes. To Vexis, the Kraits were not just rivals. They were everything he refused to let the Klaws become.

When Sae’lin was nine, the Syndicate launched a raid on the Klaws’ hideout. In one night, the garage burned, and the only family Sae’lin had left was taken from her. She escaped through the hidden paths beneath the district, but the Kraits made sure the lower levels knew what had happened. As far as the undercity knew, the Vorn Klaws were gone, and their disappearance became a warning to anyone foolish enough to oppose the Syndicate.

For nearly a year, Sae’lin survived on the streets by relying on everything the Klaws had taught her. She slept in forgotten maintenance spaces, stole what she needed, and avoided anyone who might sell her out to the Kraits. With every narrow escape, her resentment hardened. To Sae’lin, the Syndicate had taken everything: her parents, her home, and the family that had raised her from the ashes.

Her life changed again when she crossed paths with Jedi Knight Kelan Dar, who had been sent by the Jedi Order to investigate the Krait Syndicate’s growing influence on Nar Shaddaa. Sae’lin mistook him for an easy mark and attempted to pickpocket him, only to discover that what she had stolen was not a credit pouch or a datachip, but a lightsaber.

Kelan pursued her through the lower levels, and Sae’lin led him into Krait territory while trying to lose him. When Syndicate thugs confronted him, she had every chance to run and leave him behind. Instead, something pulled her back. She created a diversion, returned his lightsaber, and helped him fight his way back to his freighter. As they escaped, Kelan sensed something beneath her fear and anger: an untrained connection to the Force.

The Krait Syndicate pursued them off Nar Shaddaa, damaging Kelan’s freighter during the escape; his injuries worsened with each jump. Near the sector where Duneeden lay, Kelan realized he wasn’t going to survive. With the last of his strength, he instructed his astromech, T3-L4, to deliver Sae’lin safely to the Jedi Temple on Duneeden. By the time the ship reached the planet, it was barely holding together. It tore through the atmosphere and crashed near the Jedi Temple, drawing the attention of Jedi Knight Nil Zendu and his Padawan, Rizka Barrow.

Nil and Rizka found Sae’lin alive in the wreckage, frightened and alone beside the body of Kelan Dar and the wrecked astromech. They pulled her from the crash and sensed the same connection to the Force that Kelan must have seen in her.

Sae’lin’s early days at the Temple were spent learning how to live somewhere quiet, safe, and unfamiliar. She made friends with other students, including Vriddhym Samadhi, Vallick Uriel, and Sa-Fira Zeryyt, and often found her way to the hangar bay in search of salvage projects to work on. For a time, Sae’lin found something close to peace. Eventually, after Rizka became a full-fledged Jedi Knight, Nil Zendu took Sae’lin as his next Padawan apprentice.

In 469.28 ABY, the Battle of Duneeden tore through the life Sae’lin had slowly built within the Order. Distraught in the aftermath and unable to let go of her past, she walked away from the Jedi, the Temple, and her Master. Once again without a family, Sae’lin returned to the only thing that still made sense to her: finding justice for the loved ones she had lost.

With only a name to follow, Sae’lin began her search for Filcius Krait, the man she held responsible for everything the Syndicate had taken from her.