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 Background: FST-37 was a replica droid built by Kuat Drive Yards and designed for espionage. He was sold to a Hutt syndicate to maintain their edge on the market. Said syndicate decided that an operative capable of infiltrating their competitors, stealing their secrets, and eliminating undesirables in power would streamline things. After looking at the going rate for most spies for hire, decided a replica droid would be an excellent investment. As his designation implies, FST-37 is not the first such droid- however, the number started at 30 to confuse those who found more than one unit.
 
 His mission is always simple. Get in, get the stuff, get out, cover his tracks. However, throughout his career, FST-37 had grown accustomed to being treated like a human by his targets. Even after he'd completed a mission and left under the pretense of looking for new opportunities a few would try to keep in touch. Those people treated him with respect. They treated him with courtesy. They didn't shut him down and wipe parts of his memory at random. Being a droid, however, he was treated like crap by his creators, constantly being upgraded and having his programming altered to suit the mission at hand. Frankly, the difference in the way he was treated as a human and droid was bantha fodder. And that's why, on the last assassination mission he was assigned, he simply... vanished.
 
 FST-37 was able to do this quite easily. In addition to his experience as a stealth operative, he had spent his career building relations with droids and organics alike, forming a network of friends and acquaintances who were able to help him go into hiding. From a junk dealer on the lowest levels of Coruscant, to an IT at SoroSuub, from an R4 unit staffing a luxurious governor's vessel, to a smelter droid working on a mining operation, FST-37 has been able to elude capture or discovery for years.
 
 Recently, he settled permanently on the lower levels of Coruscant after getting a new fleshy body from a friend of the junk dealer. He now describes himself as "freelance espionage," selling his services to those who need them. Whether it's a spouse suspected of being unfaithful or corrupt law enforcement covering up a crime, Fist Radsworth is there to shed light on the skeletons in the galaxy's closet... and get paid to do so.
 
 NPCs:
-Grokko the Hutt, former owner of FST-37. Treated him with as much respect as a Hutt could muster for anyone other than themselves, but not much. Mostly mad that he ran off without asking.
+Grokko the Hutt, former owner of FST-37. Treated him with as much respect as a Hutt could muster for anyone other than themselves, but not much. Mostly mad that Fist ran off without asking, but it's never wise to anger a Hutt.
 
 Gram Radsworth, a junk dealer living at the lowest habitable parts of Coruscant. Claims to be Fist's brother. Thinks he owes Fist his life after the droid saved him by beating down some thugs working a protection racket for a local crimelord who stopped buying from Grokko. Knows he's a droid.
 
 R4-C6, an Astromech aboard the Pride of Corellia, a luxury vessel catering to the elite of the galaxy. Met during a mission where FST-37 was supposed to steal a briefcase of jewels from a smuggler. Repaired FST after he was damaged by a falling beam, and thinks of Fist as a kindred spirit- his previous owner was kind of a jerk as well. The two get together whenever the Pride Of Corellia stops off at Coruscant.
 
-Gwaro Meldorf, a SoroSuub IT. Helped FST on a job involving a rival Hutt's shady business with associates of the corporation. The resulting fallout from the job bumped Hart up to head of the department. Doesn't know he's a droid.
+Gwaro Meldorf, a SoroSuub IT. Helped FST on a job involving a rival Hutt's shady business with associates of the corporation. The resulting fallout from the job bumped Gwaro up to head of the IT department. Doesn't know he's a droid.
 
-Personality: Lives in a low-rent apartment in a bad part of Coruscant, operating a detective agency. Dreams of actually being recognized as a citizen. Off-work, enjoys using the holographic displays built in for playing games with friends and associates. Enjoys heading to Max's Flanth House, although he doesn't order food- says he can't afford it.
+Personality: Fist is quiet. Noise draws attention after all, and if you draw the wrong attention you're dead. He's pragmatic and paranoid- just as anyone needs to be to survive the unsavory parts of Coruscant. He does not like taking unnecessary risks, but he's willing to go to great lengths to help those who he thinks of as friends or useful acquaintances. While he prefers to avoid it, violence is always an option in his book. Lives in a low-rent apartment in a bad part of Coruscant, operating a detective agency. Dreams of actually being recognized as a citizen. Off-work, enjoys using the holographic displays built in for playing games with friends and associates. Enjoys heading to Max's Flanth House, although he doesn't order food- says he can't afford it.
 
 
 His business card: Fist Radsworth. Professional Spy. Amateur Mechanic. Weaponized Jerk.