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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"
Callsign Nickname Position Duties
Corsair Leader Syntax Squadron OC
Corsair 2 Gremlin   Comms Officer
Corsair 3 Talon    
Corsair 4 Junior    
Corsair 5 Dragon    
Corsair 6 Shadow    
Corsair 7 Knight    
Corsair 8 Unassigned    
Corsair 9 Unassigned    
Corsair 10 Wolf Squadron XO  
Corsair 11 Unassigned    
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-65 A2 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

AiTOD Campaign Ribbon with Silver Cluster

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

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 black Sensor color: 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 statue 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.

 

 

 


AiTOD Campaign Medal with Silver Cluster


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Lieutenant Gemilan "Gremlin"

Corsair 2

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

Technical Specialty Engineering; Sabotage
Combat Specialty Dogfighting
Side Arm Blastech DH-44 heavy blaster
Favorite Beverage Zeltron spiced wine
Physical Description 172cm; 60kg; long purple hair; violet eyes; deep crimson skin; 22 year old female from Zeltros

Bio:

As the eldest of a large Zeltron family, Gemilan - known as Gemi - grew up surrounded by siblings. She enjoyed school, excelling in mathematics and the sciences, but while she would have liked to take her studying further she knew it would not be possible. Her family was unable to afford the cost of university study, so she would have to find a job.

At the age of 16, she joined a tradeship as a trainee engineer and back-up pilot. Her birth-father was a pilot and she seemed to have inherited his skills, enjoying the challenge of flying the Dropkick Murphy whenever she could. She was surprised to discover that, as well as its legal cargoes, the ship also carried a range of less savoury goods in smuggling compartments. During a visit to Coruscant, Gemi was stashed in one of the hidden holds with a blaster to guard an illicit cargo of spice while the rest of the crew were undergoing immigration procedures. Unfortunately, the otherwise-empty ship was stolen by a couple of hot-headed young idiots seeking to escape Imperial entanglement. By the time the McCauley twins discovered her, they were far away from Coruscant - and her crew.

Jack and Connor McCauley would happily have abandoned their unexpected stowaway, but her engineering skills came in handy when the Dropkick Murphy kept breaking down. By the time they reached their destination, Gemilan had acquired a new nickname, Gremlin, because the brothers blamed her for the ship's mechanical faults. Unknown to Gremlin, the McCauleys were due to meet with a contact from the Rebellion, who was seeking to recruit them to the Alliance cause. However, they were caught in an Imperial ambush: Connor was shot, Jack and Gremlin barely escaped. Jack, nursing his grief, told Gemi he hoped he would never see her again and the pair parted company, leaving Gremlin with the Dropkick Murphy and its secret cargo of spice.

Experiencing the Imperial attack, combined with the Empire's growing repression of non-humans, motivated Gremlin to join the Rebellion. She put the Murphy in storage, spice and all, and signed up. She was sent to one of the Rebels' piloting academies, based on a planet known as 'Rainworld' for its stormy weather, and began her new career as a would-be fighter pilot. Her training officer was one Lieutenant Roy 'Lock' Callahan; the pair had, at times, a combative relationship as Gremlin struggled to adapt to military discipline but she loved the speed and responsiveness of her X-wing snubfighter, though she still had a lot to learn.

Just how much was made clear when Gremlin and seven other cadets graduated early into Bantha Squadron, which had Lock as its new XO. Their first mission was a disaster: the CO was killed, as were most of the cadets, and Gremlin initially struggled with survivor's guilt. The group was quickly transferred into the newly-constituted Red Squadron, commanded by a Mandalorian mercenary, Meg "Flash" Avern, and Gremlin settled into the role of a snubfighter pilot. Life expectancy was short; comrades quickly became family. Gremlin flew to protect her squadmates and her own family, far away on Zeltros. She made mistakes, survived and learned from them; bacta took away the worst of the physical scars and the support of her colleagues helped with the mental ones.

Gremlin is extremely loyal to her squadmates and takes happiness seriously - theirs and hers. She is passionate about the Rebels' cause, though not blindly idealistic - she is well aware of what they are up against and knows their realistic chances of survival. Sometimes this leaves her feeling down, a state alien to her usual Zeltron cheerfulness, and she needs to be coaxed out of her sadness to regain her normal place at the centre of a crowd.

Her skillset expanded when members of the Rancors, an elite Commando unit, joined the Reds. The squadron was trained to undertake clandestine special operations and in addition to her engineering knowledge, Gremlin became the unit's demolitions specialist, a task she enjoyed. Or as she put it happily, "This means I can blow Imps up in space and on the ground!" Lock, who had been CO of the Reds for some time, was heard to wonder aloud if this was a good idea after all.

Just before the Battle of Endor, however, Red Squadron was disbanded. Most of the team went into Wedge's Red and Lando's Gold Squadrons but, much against her will, Gremlin was posted to Blade Squadron to help train B-wing cadets in dogfighting techniques. She took part in the attack on the Imperial Star Destroyer Devastator as a B-wing pilot, albeit still wearing her orange X-wing flightsuit - her way of showing her allegiance to her former squadmates. When she was found by the SAR team after ejecting from her damaged B-wing, they first thought she was an X-wing pilot so her name did not appear on the list of Blade Squadron survivors. After recovering from her injuries, she was assigned to Renegade Wing.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flying Officer Edwyn "Talon" KalDan

Corsair 3

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

Technical Specialty Electronic Systems
Combat Specialty> TBD
Side Arm Modified DT 12 Medium Blaster Pistol
Favorite Beverage Root Beer
Physical Description Human male, 20 years old (Balmorran time) Height: 6' 2", Weight: 170 pounds, Light brown Hair, Grey eyes.

Bio:

The "official" pilot file of Edwyn KalDan says that he was the son of factory workers on Balmorra, who joined the Empire only because it was the fastest way to learn to fly a starship. He was desperate to get away from a factory job and learn a skill other than operating a machine that constructs power cells for the stormtrooper's blaster rifles.

In truth, he was born to a noble family, and was recruited to the Imperial Intelligence at a young age. His assignment was to identify any flight recruits with any intention of defecting from the Empire. During this assignment, he was enrolled as a student in several different training courses at an Imperial Starfighter academy.

To assist with this assignment, Edwyn gained a mastery over small electronic devices and systems, and developed new makeshift tech to intercept suspicious messages and view odd behavior of the cadets. Many of these contraptions involved scrounging up parts wherever he could, then putting the pieces together into what he needed.

Only 2 weeks into his first flight cadet program, Edwyn found a recruit planning to abandon the Empire. His device beeped when an encrypted message was sent from a device in one of the nearby barracks. He quickly decoded the message and reported the it to his superiors who took swift action in the case. Edwyn continued to be an effective agent through his time at the academy.

The fall of the second Death Star was a turning point in Edwyn's life. He was given instructions to pose as a "new" recruit who took an opportunity to flee from the Empire and join the New Republic. Events that unfolded over the next two months showed him the stark difference between the Empire and the New Republic, and he used his connection to Imperial Intelligence to help deal a decisive blow to an up and coming Imperial Warlord.

Edwyn now flies with Corsair squadron, honing his skills, and looking forward to bigger challenges ahead.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flying 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.

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2nd Lieutenant Kell "Dragon" Arcfire

Corsair 5

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

Technical Specialty Navigation / Welding
Combat Specialty Hand to Hand Combat / Marksmanship
Side Arm Dual DL-44 Blasters, Bekkerian Claw-Knife
Favorite Beverage Zherry Soda / Water
Physical Description Human male, age 41, black hair (shaven head), height 6'2", weight 165 lb, grey eyes

Bio:
Kell Arcfire was born in Coruscant to a middle-class family. His father was a shipyard welder, and his mother owned two restaurants: the Sky Forge, and the Starfighter's Respite. His favorite uncle, Louie Mone, was a pilot. Kell had a fairly happy childhood, filled with heroic stories and action holos. He earned the Dragon nickname when he chose to stand up to a group of bullies that were beating up a kid he didn't know. Kell thought this was wrong and unfair, so he glared at the bullies and roared. The roar was so primal and loud that the bullies decided not to find out if the little newcomer could actually put up a fight or not. James Cross, the kid he saved, told Kell he sounded like a dragon. The two became fast friends, but lost contact a few years later, when Kell joined the Imperial Navy.

Kell wanted to become a pilot due to his love for the fictional stories he grew up with, as well as the desire to emulate his uncle Mone. His parents were proud of his decision, and supported him all the way. Upon successful completion of the application process, he was shipped to Outpost D-34 in the Javin Sector to begin his training and career as a TIE fighter pilot. Kell was never the best pilot in the fleet, nor a hotshot type, but he grew into a dependable flyer. This dependability earned him the recognition of his superiors, and was soon initiated into the Secret Order of the Emperor for going above and beyond the call of duty. After fighting in many fronts and sorties throughout the years, Kell reached the upper echelon of the Secret Order of the Emperor. To this day, the tattoo of the Order still adorns his left arm-both as a memento and a reminder. Kell soon began receiving special black-ops assignments, where the strategic deletion of installations and individuals became his day-to-day. These top-secret missions became more brutal as time went by, and always considered civilians expendable. This didn't sit right with Kell, who began to question the direction his path was taking. He kept moving forward with both eyes open.

During the hunt for the Nebulon-B2 frigate Reckoning, a Rebel vessel that had been a veritable thorn in the Emperor's side as of late, Kell and his wingman, both piloting TIE defenders, came across a heavily damaged Nebulon-B frigate flying Rebel colors: the Elegy. While it was a Rebel ship, it didn't match the specs of the Reckoning. The vessel also had no shields, its weapon systems were inoperative, and it was leaking atmosphere from multiple hull breaches. The captain of the Elegy begged the Imperial pilots for mercy, and explained the Elegy was ferrying a large number of injured civilians and refugees that weren't even part of the Rebellion. Kell's wingman was eager to turn the Elegy into space dust, but Kell himself saw no honor in the kill. The ship, allegiance be damned, was not worthy prey. Kell had signed up due to the heroics his uncle had told him, to the stories in the holos he watched as a kid, to defend the Empire, and to test himself against skilled adversaries. He did not sign up to vaporize wounded civilians in a ship that could barely fly. Kell had taken many lives throughout his career, but they had all been through fair combat. Sometimes the odds were stacked against him, and he found those to be much more enjoyable. He remembered his friend James Cross and the incident with the bullies, and knew what he had to do. Kell transmitted an encrypted message to the Elegy, and ordered his wingman to stand down. His wingman refused the order and brought his TIE defender into an attack vector towards the maimed frigate. Kell fired a warning shot that bounced harmlessly off the rear deflectors of his wingman's craft.

"TRAITOR!" snarled Kell's enraged wingman as he punched his throttle and did a 180 degree turn to bring his guns to bear against Kell.

Kell now had clarity and purpose. The ensuing battle was fierce, no quarter asked nor given, but Kell managed to emerge victorious, albeit with a heavily damaged ship. The captain of the Elegy thanked him profusely and told him he should seek out the Rebellion. Kell escorted the Elegy to its hyperspace point and, before departing, the captain of the Elegy asked for his name. "Dragon," Kell said. After disabling the tracking devices in his TIE defender, Kell set a course for Arris, a remote jungle planet, hoping his craft wouldn't come apart during the trip. Upon arrival, he did a reconnaissance flight in search for settlements, and for a cave large enough to hide his ship in. After changing out of his Imperial uniform, he unloaded as many supplies as he could carry, and set the vessel to self-destruct if anyone tampered with it. He knew he'd probably never see his ship again, but he didn't want to destroy it outright. It could come in handy later, after a good repair session that is. Kell set out towards Bekker, a small settlement in the North that was close to his current location. He began to use the name Latis to avoid attracting unwanted attention, and spent a few years in Bekker doing metal repair work and crafting toy metal starships for the kids. It was a simple life, one that demanded he kept his Order tattoo covered at all times. No one could know where he had come from.

Unfortunately, war has the habit of catching up with the warrior. When Rebel soldiers showed up, Kell knew it was time. The Rebels were looking for pilots and volunteers for their cause. Kell approached the commander and nodded.

"I'd like to join," Kell said. "As a pilot."

"Have you flown before?" the commander asked.

Kell smiled. "Oh yeah."

"Huh, we'll see about that. What's your name . . . pilot?"

"You can call me Dragon."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Lieutenant Conall "Shadow" McKenna

Corsair 6

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

Technical Specialty Stealth/infiltration
Combat Specialty Close quarters (armed /unarmed)
Side Arm Twin vibro hand axes
Favorite Beverage Ale/Beer
Physical Description 26 year old human male. 5'10". Short dark hair, clean shaven, fair skin and green eyes. Relatively slim build, muscle tone often hidden by his flight suit.

Bio:

Raised in the woodlands of Toprawa by his grandfather, former Antarian Ranger Adair McKenna, after his parents went MIA on a supply run. Adair passed on his survival, infiltration and combat training when Conall came of age, noting that his aptitude for going unnoticed made him like a shadow.

Eventually Conall and other like minded rabble rousers would participate in escalating raids on local Imperial outposts, stealing supplies and classified information when they could.

Shortly after the destruction of the Death Star Imperial retribution was swift forcing Conall to flee his Homeworld, using his contacts he was able to connect with a larger rebel cell and, based on initial promising scores, applied for starfigher training leading to his initial assignment to Red Squadron.

Shadow occasionally comes across as almost two different people, on duty he is is serious, straight to the point and pragmatic, often questioning various tactics in order to refine them as much as possible. This direct attitude often translates into his flying, trying to end each engagement as soon as possible. To him in war the ends often justify the means.

Between missions however he is relaxed and gregarious, enjoying his down time as much as he can either engaging in social activities or utilising any fitness facilities the squadron has access to in order to keep his non-pilot skills sharp.

Notable skills if his include: Piloting, recon and infiltration, close quarters combat. Basic field medic training.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knight on the observation deck
First Lieutenant John "Knight" Vorwald

Corsair 7

Renegade Wing Defense Ribbon Regular Service Ribbon with Crimson Pip AiTOD Campaign Ribbon with Bronze Star

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: 20 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.

 

 

 

AiTOD Campaign Medal with Bronze Star


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Major Myke "Wolf" Krenn

Corsair 10 - Squadron XO

Squadron Citation

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

Technical Specialty Medic
Combat Specialty Reconnaissance
Side Arm X-30 "Lancer" Blaster Pistol
Favorite Beverage Caf
Physical Description 178 cm, athletic build, dark brown hair, brown eyes, 22 year old human male from Sluis Van

Bio:

Myke never meant to go to war. He grew up working with his father, who ran a medical clinic in the factory sector of Sluis Van. Tending to the well-being of workers of all species, Myke and his father saw the suffering under the Empire first hand. Violence, however, was against everything they stood for, so they helped those who could not help themselves. His father always hoped he'd go to a fancy off-world medical school, and saved what little credits they could, but it would never be enough. The cost of the clinic grew higher every year, and what little the Krenn family saved was often spent on supplies.

Myke's first piloting experience came very early, flying rescue speeders into the mines to retrieve wounded workers. He enjoyed the flying and took to it naturally. He was often able to take his craft deeper into the dark, vast tunnels and factory shafts that others shied from. The Imperial overseer was impressed and offered him a chance to go to the Imperial Flight Academy, promising credits and supplies to the clinic if he did well. His father refused, his ethics against violence too at odds with the reality of joining the Academy. Myke, however, saw it as a chance to help his father, help the people of Sluis Van, and see the galaxy. He agreed to the overseer in private and left in the middle of the night.

The Academy turned out to be an eye-opening experience. Rules, structure, and discipline often warred with Myke's sense of independence and desire to help others. Being forced to leave other cadets to their doom in order to complete a mission didn't sit well with him. Still, his desire to help his father's clinic propelled him forward. He found out through letters that the overseer made good on his promises. When he excelled, the clinic was flush with new supplies, but his father refused to use them. Arguments over the holonet turned into weeks of silence. When that silence abruptly ended with an urgent call for him to abandon the Academy and return home, quickly, he began to pack. Flying was a dream, but his father was his family.

He never made it further than the door to his room. Imperial Intelligence Agents detained him and for two days he was interrogated about his father. Accusations were made of collusion with the terrorist 'rebel alliance.' That his medical supplies were being smuggled off world to rebel cells rather than his own clinic. Myke protested his innocence and that his father was set up. His father's last call to him was shown as evidence and Myke found himself removed from the Academy and transported on an Imperial prison ship, bound for Kessel. When the ship came under attack en route, Myke's medical training proved useful in saving the life of another prisoner. That prisoner happened to be a Rebel agent, and the attack was an attempt to free him. When the rebel rescuers flooded aboard, the agent made sure Myke was brought along.

It was just after the Battle of Hoth when Myke made his way to the Rebel Alliance aboard the Liberty. He was placed in Yellow Squadron once his aptitude with the A-wing was made apparent. His medical expertise made him ideal for a mobile recon unit, and his tendency to stalk and destroy his foes before they spotted him earned him the callsign 'Wolf.' He served with distinction in the Battle of Endor, where he aided in the destruction of the Imperial Comm Ship, Pride of Tarlandia. Following the battle, he was reassigned to Renegade Wing with the surviving members of Yellow Squadron under their new name of Corsair. His father's whereabouts are still unknown, something that Myke aims to fix.