Buna was born on Bothawui. At the age of six, she and her parent moved to Tatooine because of money problems. They bought a moisture farm near a small town, which was less than an hour’s speeder ride away from Anchorhead.

At first, her father and mother worked together on the farm, bartering with Jawas for old parts that they needed. But soon they found that the income was not enough and again they were on the verge of having to sell their home. So her father went to work in the city. She never really knew what he did there, he would never take her into work with him, even though she pleaded. He would leave for work at a different time everyday, and he had a lot of days off. But every once in a while, he would have to leave on trips and be gone sometimes for weeks. He would always bring back a souvenir for Buna. Sometimes it would be a necklace, made from the bones of some creature she’d never heard of. Her father would tell her stories of how he’d had to fight the huge beast to get the bones for the beads. But she would never believe his tales, not since the time that she found a price scanner marking on one of the bracelets he “fought” for. But she would play along because she still liked getting the strange things, and the stories were still interesting to hear.

Buna made many friends in the local town, though she preferred the boys’ games over the girls’, and she would often find herself out hunting and setting traps for scurriers and womp rats, and sometimes even taking on creatures as big as eopies.

After nine years on Tatooine, Buna became very skilled in the arts of hunting and trapping, and despite her young age of fifteen, she was even considered by some to be among the best in the region. She learned that her father is actually a smuggler that works for the Hutts. But she has never talked to him about it, because she can see that he is trying very hard not to let her find out. She earned enough credits to buy an old rifle at bargain price from one of her friend’s fathers who works as a weapon crafter in Anchorhead. With it, she practiced shooting scurriers in the desert and sometimes even assisted in attacks to drive away sand people.

Not two weeks after her sixteenth birthday, Buna comes home from the market with her groceries and new quality pistol that she bought with the credits from her birthday and from her savings from the many small delivery jobs she’s done in the last year to save up for a pistol since her rifle was malfunctioning and not shooting straight. The farm was quiet, but it was quiet every early morning. But something was different about today. She put the groceries in the kitchen and put the pistol into the back of her pants. She went into her parents room to wake them as usual, but she finds their room empty. She decides that they probably needed to run an errand since the land speeder wasn’t there either. After hours of waiting, Buna walked to their nearest neighbor to ask if they had seen her parents. They hadn’t, so she went to the town, but the reply was the same. After a three days without any sign of them, she moves in with her friend, who’s father was the weapon smith who made her first rifle.

Years go by, and yet, there was still no sign of her parents. Her new guardian taught her many things in the ways of ranged weapon use, and creation. She found a job at a droid programming and manufacturing plant, and even though it wasn’t her usual area of work, she decided to take it. She learned a great deal over the passing years, and took up bounty hunting as a side job. She was quite good at it, and had earned a name for herself in the undergrount tatooine world. She got all of her targets from a human man named Aleman Uniche’, who was an illegal spice dealer, but covered as a farmer. She bought a swoop bike from him. He had said he got it for free from a “friend” of his, and sold it to her for a cheap price. She later added two forward firing blaster canons to the front because she often had to chase after targets, and it was easier than trying to use a hand-held weapon.