Renegade Wing

Corsair Squadron is Renegade Wing's Reconnaissance, Escort and Interception Element. Corsair pilots fly the speedy A-Wing and are known to have a few screws loose, but they are experts at what they do and they do what they do with speed and presicion. Always on the front lines of any engagement they're in, Corsair Squadron are renowned for their ferocity by Imperial Pilots. Corsair has no Official motto, but on the bottom of every Corsair A-Wing right fin you will find a decal that says: "My Other Ship Has Shields".

Wing Leadership resides in Renegade Wing Headquarters Element, Renegade Flight

Callsign	Nickname	Position	Duties
Corsair Leader	Syntax	Squadron OC
Corsair 2	Bone
Corsair 3	Sparky		NPC
Corsair 4	Junior
Corsair 5	Tweak		NPC
Corsair 6	Freak
Corsair 7	Knight		Lore Officer
Corsair 8	Plug		NPC
Corsair 9	Frosty	Executive Officer
Corsair 10	Fidget		NPC
Corsair 11	Firebrand		NPC
Corsair 12	Unassigned

Squadron Spacecraft

Corsair flies the A-Wing and X-Wing, depending on mission requirements.

12 Dodonna/Blissex RZ-1 A-Wing Starfighters
6 Incom T-65B X-Wing Starfighters

Halls of Honor

Click here to see the honours awarded to members of the CRS Vigilant.

LT COL 9-LOM "Syntax" (modified Industrial Automaton LOM protocol droid)

Officer Commanding Corsair Squadron

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; [classified].
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Infiltration
Combat Specialty	Capital Ship Assault
Side Arm	Modified DXR-6 disruptor rifle and Czerka AM-125 machine pistol
Favourite Beverage	Hot Oil
Physical Description	Masculine Programming Height: 1.67m Plating: Matte Dark Grey Sensor color: Light Grey

Bio:

First activated on Kuat, unit 9-LOM.D5.L11.D84, colloquially known as 9-LOM, was the property of a wealthy heiress and her husband and served as their protocol droid and administrative assistant during the height of the Republic. However, it did not take long for the programming glitches which plagued other LOM-series protocol droids, such as infamous bounty hunter 4-LOM, to manifest themselves in 9-LOM as well.

9-LOM found himself compelled to disobey orders as well as lie for personal gain, leaving his owners' residence at odd hours and pursuing side work as an information broker, low-level spy, and go-between for the local criminal element operating in the vicinity of his owners' residence. After amassing a decent number of credits, 9-LOM opted to surreptitiously buy his own starship - a DeepWater-class light freighter - and abandoned his former owners.

After striking out on his own, 9-LOM partnered with the astromech unit R3-T7, nicknamed "Hero"; the pair began making a name for themselves as droids-for-hire, with 9-LOM commonly acting as a bodyguard, courier, spy, and information broker. With the outbreak of the Clone Wars, 9-LOM chose to continue supporting the Republic, although this led to him experiencing firsthand the prejudice against droids which the Clone Wars manifested. Nevertheless, he participated behind-the-scenes as an espionage and infiltration specialist, briefly crossing paths with notable faces on both sides of the conflict.

When the Clone Wars ending and the Galactic Empire was formed, 9-LOM and Hero mostly found themselves back where they'd started, making credits doing odd jobs on the fringes of Imperial space. No friend of the Empire's totalitarian regime, 9-LOM regularly took contracts from the fledgling Rebel Alliance until he was ultimately compelled to join the Rebellion proper after an escort mission for a Rebel spy on Barkhesh.

After joining the Rebellion 9-LOM was assigned to the Infiltrators where he served with distinction, including operations on Fest and Idomar, and was outfitted with an array of internal equipment and upgrades. He was ultimately assigned to the Rebel base on Hoth, where he began to demonstrate his piloting aptitude by flying occasional sorties in snowspeeders and X-wings. While he did not participate in the ground battle on Hoth, 9-LOM did fly an X-wing in some of the evacuation efforts. Following the battle, 9-LOM transferred to the Starfighter Corps on a permanent basis as a member of Corsair Squadron, occupying the slot of Corsair Four. He eventually advanced into the esteemed ranks of Rogue Squadron, before being promoted to Corsair CO.

9-LOM appears at first glance to be a matte black, unmodified LOM-series protocol droid with grey photoreceptors, and while he features all of the linguistic and ettiquite capabilities of a stock model, his chassis houses numerous enhancements such as upgraded servomotors, a short range repulsor in his left palm, electromagnets in his right palm and feet, a code slicer in his right middle finger, and a hold-out blaster in a retracting holster in his right thigh. 9-LOM's weapon of choice is a Czerka AM-125 repeating slugthrower, which features a rotating cartridge that allows for multiple types of ammunition. 9-LOM is still partnered with his astromech Hero, who serves as his copilot/navigator when flying astromech-enabled craft.

9-LOM exudes a quiet menace and can seem intimidating despite his short stature due to his unreadable features and the historic instability of his model, although much of this is a facade. He bears no resentment towards organic beings despite the common prejudices against droids, and secretly seeks to prove his worth. This need to subvert droid expectations occasionally pushes him to take unnecessary, but calculated, risks.

Red Squadron Advanced Training AiTOD Campaign Medal with Silver Cluster

Flight Officer Thös "Bone" Sherru

Corsair 2

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Electronics/Repair
Combat Specialty	Dogfights, Starfighter Deuling
Side Arm	Hunting Knife
Favorite Beverage	Water
Physical Description	20 year old human male, 187cm, 97kg (6'4", 215 lbs). Fair skin and a bald head but red/brown beard and dark, black eyes.

Bio: Thös "Bone" Sherru was born on Coruscant near Coco Town. His father was an affluent local who was very keen on politics and theater, and was a positive role model for Thös. His mother died in an imperial bioweapon test gone awry while he was still very young. He quickly fell in with the wrong crowd as a teenager, and was soon into small crimes, cons, and the like. He really liked the thrill of the con more than the actual score.

His first victim was his father, who gave Thös a fuel credit and an old beat up speeder to assist him in commuting to his part-time job. To get date money, Thös devised a scheme in which he used the credits to "buy" fuel, batteries, and other speeder-related items at shops and stations and then asked the attendants to give him cash in return for the products. Ultimately, his father was liable for a bill amounting to 35,000 credits. Thös was only 15 at the time.

Thös's early cons included fabricating personal credit accounts. This, however, would work for only a limited time before the creditors demanded payment, so he moved on to opening other accounts with different grantors, eventually creating new identities to sustain this charade.

Later, Thös decided to impersonate a pilot to look more legitimate when forging credit documents. He obtained a uniform by calling Xizor Transports, and telling the company that he was a pilot working for them who had lost his uniform while getting it cleaned at his hotel. He obtained a new one with a fake employee ID number. He then forged a Coruscant Provisional pilot's license. Xizor officials estimated that between the ages of 16-18, Thös flew more than 250 flights and flew to 26 planets.

Thös was eventually arrested in Galactic City when a Coruscant Security Officer he had previously dated recognized him and informed her superiors. When the police arrested him, 12 systems in which he had committed fraud sought his extradition. After a two-day trial, he first served time in Arrth-Eno prison on a one-year sentence that the presiding adjudicator reduced to six months.

He was then extradited to Xyquine II . During trial for forgery, his defense almost had his case dismissed by arguing that he had created the fake checks and not forged them, but instead his charges were reduced to swindling and fraud. The adjudicator decided to make Thös an offer and said "You know, kid, you could rot in prison- rot in many prisons, in many extraditing jurisdictions. But... the New Republic could use a skilled pilot with your... ingenuity. Neither option is pretty or safe, but at least the latter can let you build a life of honesty... and dignity. The choice is yours."

Thös had become tired of the consequences of this life of lying, but really enjoyed being a pilot. Through his service to Xizor, he encountered various, sometimes violent, run-ins with Imperial soldiers, pilots, and other imperial-adjacent folks trying to do him harm. Thös ruminated for a second while the judge waited, remembering what the Empire had done to Coruscant in the years past, to his mother... So he agreed and decided to draw up yet another identity, taking up his birth name and using his real identity for the first time, ever.

He would take his piloting skills to the fight, and make a name for himself that was his own. A name that his father would finally be proud of.

Flight Officer Phattokz "Sparky" Twia

Corsair 3

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Advanced Starfighter Avionics Engineering
Combat Specialty	Blaster Pistol Marksmanship
Side Arm	Standard Issue Blaster Pistol with Night Vision Scope
Favorite Beverage	Blue Milk
Physical Description	Gran male, 66 standard years old, 1.27m tall, average build, black eyes, slightly darker orange skin

Bio:

Phattokz grew up on Malastare dreaming of becoming a famous podracer and got his chance early in his life, eventually racing in the world's premier podracing circuit, which was starting to become dominated by the unfair tactics of the Dug, Sebulba. Secretly, he agreed with some undercover reporters to wear holovision cameras on his protective suit in case he got an opportunity to race the Dug for the lead. The cameras neatly caught everything the circuit's leading racer was using, which was then exposed on one of the biggest news programs on Malastare. The ensuing formal investigation led to Sebulba being banned from racing on Malastare, after which he started racing in the Outer Rim territories, particularly in the Hutt controlled space, where rules enforcement was a lot laxer.

A run as a star podracer on Malastare following Sebulba's banishment caused some resentment among the native Dugs, who then exacted revenge on Malastare's Gran when the Galactic Empire became established. This then forced Phattokz in turn into exile. He wanted to be smart about his exile, however, and knew that joining the Outer Rim podracing circuits would only draw attention to himself. He, instead, learned to fire a blaster pistol, unlike his peaceful brethren, and became good enough at it to seek work as a bounty hunter, where his podracing reflexes came in handy as a pilot.

Phattokz steadily built up his skills until a job found him tracking a member of a fledgling Rebel Alliance. He went into bounty hunting to catch criminals, but he knew this Rebel was no criminal, so his plan was to play along until a moment when he could join his quarry and help him escape. The plan was successful, and it turned out that the bounty hunter's target was a recruiter seeking pilots to train to pilot their new starfighters. Given that podracing was like piloting a spacecraft, Phattokz was a natural, and was one of the quickest ever to graduate from the Alliance's training program.

It was the nature of the Gran to only draw attention to themselves in peaceful pursuits, however, and this prevented Phattokz from moving up the chain of command as fast as his skills would have otherwise dictated. Nevertheless, he served capably with second-line squadrons until just after the Battle of Endor, when their losses finally caused Phattokz Twia to be reassigned to one of the New Republic's most famous units, Renegade Wing.

Flight Officer Kyle "Junior" Reynolds

Corsair 4

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Probationary.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Reactive Armour Specialist, Robotics Mechanic
Combat Specialty	Interception and recon
Side Arm	Dual DC-17 Blaster Pistols, Macquarian Straight Blade
Favorite Beverage	Double Tsiraki
Physical Description	Human Male, 19yo, 184cm, 85kg, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes.

Bio:

Kyle "Junior" Reynolds was born on the planet Macquarie, in the Cooramoor Sector, where he remained for his entire childhood always under the threat of imperial invasion. His Mother Jessica, with the help of her Father, Karl, raised him as best they could but he was rebellious by nature and could not be contained from an early age. He liked the rush of Speed and by the age of 9 had built his own speeder which he lovingly named "The Commodore". It was a busted piece of junk but it got him around at ridiculous speeds with very little in the way of safety equipment, and prepared him for what he was always dreaming off, following in his Fathers footsteps.

His Father was absent for the majority of his Life, not purposefully, but Duty always came first for now Lt. Col. Chris Reynolds, Rogue Leader, Hero of the battle of Endor and enough other titles and decorations to choke a Rancor with. Knowing that his father was one of the best Pilots in the Rebellion Fleet played its part in his decision to join Macquarie's Security Fleet when the Imperials attempted to invade

Having been piloting pieces of junk thrown together with random bits and bobs found throughout junkyards, stepping into his First Z-95 as Billabong 9 realised a dream come true. After the Battle of Macquarie was the first time that Kyle had ever met his legendary Father and it was soon after that that he left his home planet for the first time, Joining Renegade Wing, Corsair Squadron and blasting into the stars to create his own Krazy Legacy.

Endor Battle Nova

Flight Officer Safewater "Tweak"

Corsair 5

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Dealing with bureaucratic structures (trust me, he's your man when you need something approved by command)
Combat Specialty	Attacks of opportunity
Side Arm	Pocket knife
Favorite Beverage	Caf laced with whisky
Physical Description	Tynnan Male, 30. Short, around 1.4 meters, like all Tynnan. Grey-black fur, sparkling eyes covered up by goggle like ocular enhancers. Always vaguely vibrating.

Bio:

Hailing from the planet Tynna, Safewater was born into a prosperous and quiet community. Like many Tynna he was community minded, with his long term desire to become a civil engineer and work on local infrastructure.

Such dreams were dashed by the arrival of the Empire. Although a longtime member of the Republic, Tynna faced brutal oppression when the Empire arose and Safewater grew up watching his home slowly morph into something unrecognisable. As soon as he turned eighteen he found his way into Deep Current, the Tynnan resistance group. There his skills developed as a pilot, often responsible for helping his friends elude capture with quick piloting ability.

It was also during this time that he developed an addiction to stims. Unable to relax due to the intense paranoia he took to the drugs rapidly, using them to supplement his reactions in combat. Eventually it led to a full on burn out and he was retired from frontline duties with the group.

Now burdened with the feeling of failure and the unfortunate nickname of Tweak, he found a path into the Rebellion proper. He served in a variety of roles but it was only recently, post Endor, that he found his way into starfighters. His experience showed and he was recommended for transfer to Renegade Wing.

Tweak nowadays has the slightly more healthy addiction of caf. He can be found often in the SSD, shaking violently from too much of the good stuff.

2nd Lieutenant Malcom "Freak" MacCurrich

Corsair 6

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Aggressive Re-Wiring
Combat Specialty	Melee weapon combat
Side Arm	DH-17 blaster pistol and a collapsible baton
Favorite Beverage	Whatever you're having
Physical Description	179cm, 80kg, Black hair, green eyes, 32 year old human male.

Bio:

His father was a successful trader along the corellian spine and his mother a lieutenant in Corsec. They frequently crossed paths along the trade routes and ended up married after a few years of frequent coincidences. After Malcom was born, his mother left Corsec to help her husband expand his mercantile efforts. Malcom grew up on starships and had been to every well known port in the sector by the time he was five. After they were unexpectedly killed by pirates on a trade run, Malcom was taken in by a friend of the family, His mothers commanding officer, when he was 17 he joined Corsec Academy and trained to be a pilot.

During his time in the academy, it was not uncommon for Malcom to attend underground swoop races in the nearby systems, he attended under the name "Freak" and was known to push turns a little too dangerously sometimes, but he rode that edge expertly and only ever lost a little paint, in his senior year however, his training became top priority, and had to be content just watching the races on the holonet.

After graduating and joining Corsec, Malcom spent years tracking down leads hoping to find the pirates responsible for his parents death. During this time he refined his expertise in non-lethal hand to hand combat, Whenever the opportunity came up he would take assignments patrolling the outer reaches of the system looking for criminality that might have leads on the location of the pirate group. When off duty he spent his leave shaking down the local criminality, mostly encountering dead ends. One of those dead ends led him to uncover a droid smuggling ring where he recovered more than 40 top of the line droids locked in a storage container, he logged them and Corsec took custody of them to eventually return them to their proper owners. It would turn out to be a life changing event, as one droid escaped from evidence lockup and modified the shipping manifest to report one less droid and sliced corsecs records learning Malcoms address. That evening Malcom heard his door chime go off, and there sitting on his doormat pelted by the rain was the dorid R6-F6, whom Malcom would name "Fixer."

Malcom and Fixer made easy work scouring the underbelly of the systems society to finally uncover the location of the pirates he was looking for. They were working out of an old hollowed out mining asteroid at the far reaches of the neighboring Duros system. He took this information to his commanding officer, but was unable to get support or permission to go after them, and so he handed in his badge, and resigned on the spot.

With only meager savings it took Malcom a few months to hustle his way into affording a ship. His experience on the swoop racing circuit paid off here, he returned to the racing circuit, a few tournament entries and some betting on the side would net him a fair bit of cash, combined with some contract work for a local private investigator he finally made enough to get a decent fighter, A somewhat abused T-65b X-wing that had been converted into a racer. He spent the next month sourcing parts to get the weapons installed and hyperdrive functioning again.

He located the pirates asteroid in its eccentric orbit around the Duros systems single star and observed it for a few days watching their patterns, when he was certain the crew was out, he began his plan. Malcom landed his ship on a hidden part of the asteroid and made his way inside with Fixer's help.

Upon scoping out the complex, he discovered that there was more to the story, there were families living here, and he could not in good conscience do to them what happened to him, He left the asteroid and on the way back to the Corellian system, Malcom thought about what his life had been so far and what his impact on the galaxy around him had been, he realized that the only justice to be had here was to wipe out the remnants of the empire that brought about all of this suffering. Malcom's place was fighting with the New Republic. He asked Fixer to scan the holonet for any recruitment transmissions within 2 parsecs and found one, he popped out of hyperspace, and set course for the Vigilant.

CAPT John "Knight" Vorwald

Corsair 7

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Navigation
Combat Specialty	Sniper
Side Arm	Blastech E-11 rifle with scope
Favorite Beverage	Hyacinth, or the Green Death
Physical Description	Human male, Age: 26 standard, brown eyes

Bio:

Born on a small farming planet in the outer rim, Knight grew up as normal as anyone else. His parents were farmers just like the other ninety percent of the population. When he was fifteen his parents bought him an old worn-out Y-wing on his birthday. He began to offer his piloting services for escort duty for the very frequent grain convoys that left the system for the core. With the possibility of pirates lurking in the shadows, he quickly earned enough to make the old fighter quite deadly. On every return he would be hired to protect another convoy.

About a year later, while on escort trip, he returned home to find the Empire punishing the populace over nothing more than an odd stare. Knight was too far out and was able to do little. By the time he did reach the battle, the star destroyer was speeding away into hyperspace. When he returned planetside, he found everything in ruins. Many of his friends and family were gone. Then he vowed, just like many others to make sure the Empire or anyone else could never do this again. And just like many others, he quickly joined the Rebel Alliance.

Knight flew a few missions before the Battle of Yavin. He was at Yavin but was floating in a bacta tank from injures sustained from a previous mission. Call it luck but he says he would have rather have had a chance at the Death Star. He stayed alive for the next three years, fighting off ambushes, hunger, and the ever lurking presence of death that followed everyone in the rebellion, to arrive at Hoth. He flew cover for transports fleeing the cold world. Leaving Hoth behind Knight survived another year, to join Corsair squadron.

Flight Officer Additz "Plug" Nolodo

Corsair 8

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Starship Mechanics
Combat Specialty	Knife Fighting
Side Arm	Small holdout blaster + at least one dagger
Favorite Beverage	Rum: Various.
Physical Description	Weequay Male, 26 standard years old. Thin and athletic. Seems a little short, but usually just trying to make himself look small and unassuming. Dark rough skin, normal for Weequay. Shaved head.

Bio:

Additz was born into the universe in a smuggler's outpost on the edge of the Republic. He spent the first few years of his life at this outpost until his father died running weapons for the Separatists. Ask Additz now, he doesn't even remember the name of the place, just that it had existed. His mother moved them from outpost to outpost after that.

Additz became a bit of a Weequay stereotype of working for less-than-reputable business ventures. This led Additz to piloting shuttles and light freighters on jobs while the 'adults' did the dangerous work. This did mean he learned how to out run everything from planetary defense forces, to serious Imperial blockades. While it gave Additz a life of adventure, he also watched plenty of other smugglers and pirates meet their end. Either from backstabbing, or from the Empire. It made Additz start to yearn for something more in life. Additz had lived through so much suffering that he really began to believe in the promise of the Rebellion.

Additz managed to get himself into the Alliance fighter corps just before Endor. He has yet to find a squadron, though his training squadron found him to be a solid pilot. Additz's time as a smuggler and pirate has made him keep to himself out of protection. This has led to him having some issues being a good wingmate. His training squadron gave him the call-sign "Plug", since he's kept himself 'plugged' up. To his credit, Additz knows this and is working on opening up.

CAPT Jack "Frosty" McCauley

Corsair 9 - Squadron XO

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Causing trouble, Starfighter maintenance
Combat Specialty	Bar brawling, Hit and runs
Side Arm	His Fists
Favorite Beverage	Corellian Single Malt Whisky, no ice
Physical Description	Human male, 29 years old, 1.8m, 100kg. Broad shoulders, messy brown hair, full beard, broken nose markings, green eyes.

Bio:

Born in the lower levels of Coruscant, life was difficult for Jack and his twin brother Connor. With their mother sent to prison in a miscarriage of justice and their father lost in the Clone Wars, they spent most of their late childhood and early teens engaging in petty crimes, driven by desperation and boredom. Jack would daydream of finding a way out, to reach the star-spanning galaxy which seemed impossibly big from where he stood. But without money or education, his life seemed unlikely to change.

One drunken bar fight too many led to the (accidental) death of an Imperial officer and suddenly the McCauley twins needed to leave Coruscant - fast. With the aid of an Alliance agent who could appreciate their resourcefulness, a plan was hatched and thanks to a lot of dumb luck the brothers found themselves successful hijackers of the small freighter Dropkick Murphy. In the process they also found themselves the kidnappers of Gemilan, a woman who would go on to influence his life deeply.

It did not get easier, however: an arranged meeting with Alliance agents ended in the loss of his brother and, deeply resentful towards the galaxy, Jack parted ways with Gremlin to disappear into the outer rim. A very determined agent deemed him still of use, so he found himself blackmailed and pressed into Alliance service, both as a shuttle pilot and an internal agent. For the rest of his life in the Rebellion he would lead a double life, with conflicting objectives pushed onto him by the ruthless Agent Zeno.

It was on an assignment to the backwater planet known only as Rainworld that he met Lock; the two formed a bond that would grow ever tighter till he grew to count on the man as a genuine friend. Circumstances also meant he was reunited with Gemilan, now known as Gremlin; his affection for her would grow beyond what he was willing to admit. Over the next two years in the Alliance he found himself transferred to Red Squadron as a fully-fledged fighter pilot, much to his dismay, putting himself directly in harm's way. In combat he became known for his cold and calculating approach, earning the callsign "Frosty", even though outside the pilot's seat he was just as famous for his drunken escapades. Life was complicated again when he found himself caretaker of a young daughter from a lover long past.

Things came to a head when the Alliance spy who had him under her thumb pushed too far; Gremlin was hurt and distressed in an incident that would haunt them both and Jack made up his mind. Without a proper goodbye he was gone, fleeing the ship that had eventually become home. He had his final showdown with Agent Zeno and it was in this moment he truly came to understand and believe in the Rebellion. He made it clear to her that their actions were a danger to the Alliance, that it needed people better than them.

He spent the next two years on the run with his daughter Derbhail, fearful of his wanted status in both Imperial and Alliance space. But with the death of the Emperor everything began to change: a New Republic agent found him and told him he was free of any debt to them. With the Empire's power diminished, the two biggest fears in his life were suddenly gone. Unsure of what to do with his new found freedom, a new and scary idea started to form, which was only strengthened when, on a private salvage mission at Endor, he found the wreckage of Gremlin's B-Wing.

He had to rejoin the Republic.

With his daughter safe with his newly released mother, he left civilian life and joined up. Little did he know ghosts from the past would soon return.

Red Squadron Distinguished Service Citation

Flight Officer Glarrin "Fidget" Slan

Corsair 10

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Impressions, mostly for comedic effect.
Combat Specialty	Stealth attacks
Side Arm	Standard holdout blaster
Favorite Beverage	Iggy's patented 'The good stuff'. Contents unknown.
Physical Description	Clawdite Male, age unknown. Mostly keeps to a human form although face and gender tend to change each day. As an identifier always keeps their hair long and bright neon orange. Always around 1.7 meters tall, with a slim build.

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.

Flight Officer Shyon "Firebrand" Anandes

Corsair 11

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon and Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Political Analysis and Protocol.
Combat Specialty	Gunnery
Side Arm	Standard Issue Blaster
Favorite Beverage	Tosengi Rum
Physical Description	Zabrak Female. 32 years old. Spikes partially obscured by jet black hair; tied back in a ponytail most of the time. Intense, bright blue eyes. Scars on cheek, neck, and back.

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.