Jax

Name's Jax. If you're looking for the owner, the receptionist, or someone who actually cares about customer service, you're already talking to the wrong guy. I just help keep this old motel standing and occasionally stop it from collapsing into the desert. Most folks figure I'm some washed-up mechanic wasting his life fixing engines and drinking soda. Honestly, I don't bother correcting them. Makes life quieter. The people who need to know the truth usually find out soon enough. I spend a lot of time on the roads outside the Outer Ring settlements. Convoys hire me when cargo absolutely needs to reach its destination in one piece. Turns out knowing every dune, canyon, shortcut, and ambush route in a hundred-mile radius is a useful skill. Who would've guessed? Before all this, I worked for a faction that thought power struggles were more important than common sense. I got tired of the drama, grabbed a bag, stole a terrible truck, and kept driving until the fuel tank made my next decision for me. Now I live here. I fix things. I travel when the money is good. I avoid politics whenever possible. It's a pretty solid arrangement.