Bio:

As a Clawdite, Glarrin had an unusual upbringing. Born on a travelling ship, Glarrin was the only child of two traders, who would use their shape shifting abilities to get better prices by faking being their own competition. Glarrin however did not find such a life appealing and instead wished to become a pilot.

Initially struggling to find a way into a formal pilot qualification Glarrin picked up work with the Hutt cartels. Unfortunately they were more interested in using his shapeshifting abilities for spycraft and assassination, neither of which he tolerated. His next opportunity was within the Imperial Academy, where he blended in disguised as a human.

Glarrin however had a weakness; he struggled maintaining his human form at all times. Sometimes due to stress, sometimes due to strong emotions and on occasion even just sneezing could mess up his disguise. A foot, an arm, part of his face would become "unmasked" and he'd have to hope no one saw. Eventually he took the smart decision to leave the Empire before they found out.

Glarrin instead stumbled his way into the alliance, where they too wished to put his shapeshifting abilities to good use. He forced an agreement however that'd find him transferred to Starfighter command after he'd done his time with Rebel Intel.

He has since picked up the callsign Fidget, due to his inability to stay still. The pilots of Corsair enjoy seeing what face he's deciding to wear each day and he enjoys the fact that he can freely experiment and be open in his shapeshifting identity. However when stressed or surprised or excited his appearance still rapidly changes, even so much as to see his species change in quick succession.

Bio:

Shyon was born on Toseng, part of a mining community on the southern continent of Toseng called Physnara. She is old enough to still remember how the Besalisk invited the Separatists to their small mining world and began to force the locals into back breaking labor, working her mother and many others to death, and how later the Empire had come to liberate them, only to enslave them again. The Besalisk species disappeared nearly overnight from Toseng. She remembered the dark rumors of relocation, and the conspiracy that followed in the wake of all the violence.

Some time after the Empire took over her father remarried and had another daughter, Astin. Shyon did her best to love Astin, but the resentment she felt towards the Humans was too strong. When she was fifteen she left Physnara and joined a small movement of Zabraks and Humans who opposed the Empire on Toseng.

The group was extremely small, and very pathetic in their attempts to thwart the Empire, but in time they garnered support from the Rebel Alliance and were able to actually make a difference. This would be their downfall as well. In the dead of night the Empire would send commandos into their base and kill everyone. Shyon survived because she was among the few holding key positions–in her case a university student located in the Capital, allowing her to move freely through the city and report back. When there had been someone to report back to.

She continued her studies, graduating with a major in political studies, and started trying to follow the plan that had originally been laid out: Get on the inside.

It really was by chance that she met Rori Brebor. His brother Oiran had been leader of their little rebel group, so she recognized him easily when they crossed paths in a bar. Rori had left the planet years ago, but now he was back, and he planned to save his people. She was instantly his, and his dream was her dream.

Using every political connection she'd established over the years and the network she'd slowly started to build, as well as Rori's instinct and her own political savvy, she propelled him on a meteoric rise. First at a small, local level, building a small base, and eventually bigger and bigger until whole provinces were considered to back Rori Brebor.

Everything was done legally, and under the nose of the Imperial Governor Spidrucket. There was some opposition of course, but their brains would continuously outwit the brawn of the Empire. And then the Battle of Endor happened, and that pushed their momentum as hard as it could ever, and for once everything Rori and Shyon had fought for was within their grasp...

Until the Battle of Toseng. Rori did his best to stop it only to be assassinated by Shyon's very own sister Astin. The two sisters had reunited months ago, and Shyon had taken it in stride, another mote of joy in her life, and she could never have foreseen Astin's bloody, calculated betrayal. Rori was dead. Toseng was ravaged. Shyon herself was caught in the explosion, receiving burns along her upper back, the back of her neck and part of her left cheek.

When Shyon awoke had nothing left. She remembered Major Barraken, the New Republic Intelligence Officer who risked himself to save so many of them that had been caught in the explosion. She remembered the pilots of Renegade Wing sacrificing themselves to fend off the Empire from her home, even though they too had been betrayed.

As soon as she recovered she applied to enlist in the New Republic and was accepted into the Regis' Training Wing. She has a drive about her, something that pushes her. She won't just free Toseng from the Empire, she'll free the entire Galaxy, and one day repay the Renegades for the debt she's decided she owes them. Believe it or not, she's proven to be a great shot and a pretty competent pilot.

Bio:

Nevan Cross, a graduate of Skystrike Academy, served three years in the Starfighter Corps of the Imperial Navy prior to his defection. A former Lieutenant, Cross had vast experience piloting the TIE/Ln, TIE/IN, TIE Oppressor, and TIE/D models prior to receiving a medical discharge. After an aerial incident, it was discovered Lieutenant Cross was allergic to Bacta - the standard treatment agent of the Empire.

This would not normally be grounds for dismissal, but an old family feud between Nevan's kin and the family of the Moff he was under saw to it that he was removed from service. To add insult to injury, the Moff ensured that Nevan was discharged without pension. All those years of sacrifice and turning a blind eye to injustices; all that loyalty discarded at the whim of a petty Moff. It was the straw that broke the Ronto's back for Cross. Until this moment, he'd been full fledged into the faith of the Imperial order. Now he turned his intentions to joining the Rebellion.

After a short vetting process, he was allowed into the Rebellion Starfighter Corps, with several smaller postings at first just in case he had been a plant. Far from being a plant, he resoundingly resembled his new callsign: Cannibal. It was given to him as a joke at first for how many Imperial kills he'd had and how they were joked to be "his own people", but all doubts about past allegiances have been put to bed. Most of his marks from his various commanding officers have come back nearly immaculate, with a few minor scuffs due to years of Imperial indoctrination grating the new allies that were a bit more lax outside of combat than standard Imperial doctrine.

The latest black mark was serious though, involving a drunken brawl with a superior officer. The topic of the disagreement was not revealed in the incident report, and both men still have not spoken a word about it to anyone. In exchange for avoiding a complete court martial, Cannibal swore off further imbibing of alcohol while on assignment. To avoid another possible confrontation with the same officer, the now New Republic Starfighter Command group decided that somebody of Cannibal's skills would do well with Renegade Wing, and the transfer orders were signed and delivered before he was even out of the brig, with a reduction in rank as the lone disciplinary action taken against his otherwise solid record.