Up. NPCs
🔧 Salvage Yard: “Scrapjaw’s Roost”
Location: Southern rim of Obsidian Reach, perched above a cracked lava trench and surrounded by heaps of scrap hulls and broken mech parts. Old industrial cranes creak in the ash-laden wind. A faded sign with flickering neon reads: S💀RAPJAW'S R🍂ST - NO QUESTIONS, CASH ONLY.
🧑‍🔧 Contact: Varnis “Scrapjaw” Dex
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Species: Borian
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Age: Mid-50s in Borian years (physically and mentally quick despite his grungy exterior)
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Appearance: A stocky, dirt-smudged Borian with mechanical arms that hum softly when he moves. His right optical implant constantly glitches, and his back brace is made from a scavenged starship girder. Wears a leather apron reinforced with plating from a crashed dropship.
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Demeanor: Gruff, sarcastic, and deeply paranoid—but begrudgingly loyal to those who’ve earned his respect.
🛠️ History with Ten Jay:
Ten met Varnis years ago after crash-landing a stolen dropship on the edge of Obsidian Reach during a failed extraction job. Most mechanics would’ve turned him in—or gutted the ship for profit—but Varnis helped patch it together in exchange for Ten taking a very suspicious crate of “non-biological components” offworld.
Since then, they’ve had an unspoken agreement: Ten doesn’t ask about the cargo that crosses Varnis’ salvage yard, and Varnis doesn’t report any visitors. Varnis occasionally fed Ten low-risk odd jobs or helped strip merc tech for resale.
🧨 Reaction to the Skiff Landing in the Middle of the Night:
Varnis is awoken by motion sensors and immediately rolls out of bed, grabbing a rusty plasma welder and muttering curses. As the skiff descends, he watches from a cracked monitor in a control shack.
His reaction:
“The void are you doing landing here with heat on your tail, Ten? I just got the yard to stop smoldering from that last Ogron fight. This better not be your usual flaming crash-&-beg routine… but if it is—park it behind the crawler hulls. Fast.”
Though irritable, Varnis respects Ten and owes him a small favor—maybe for once not ratting him out to a border patrol looking for black market parts. Still, his tolerance has limits, and he’ll expect compensation or a favor in return for silence and assistance.