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Jeff grew up in a middle class, easy going family on Coruscant. His father was a merchant who owned a small shipping business. Jeff's mother also was involved in the family business. Although they were often gone at a week or two at a time, Jeff enjoyed a happy life, ignorant of the rebellion raging out in the Rim. All that changed when Jeff was just seventeen years old when an officer flanked by two storm troopers visited him when his mother and father were off world on business. "Son'something has happened."

Those words would change Jeff's life forever. Jeff discovered from the official report that a group a rebels jumped the transport group and raided the frigates. Apparently my parents were captured, the report said, that they were brutally tortured concerning information they knew nothing about. Torture was clearly evident on the bodies that Jeff had to identify.

Jeff wanted only revenge against the monsters that did this and immediately joined the Imperial Academy. Driven by his rage he quickly rose to top of his class. If he had waited one more year he would have had the qualifications to join an Interceptor wing, but he couldn't wait. He kept sending requests for duty near the rim, where the rebels were. Soon after he got that chance. He was transferred to a TIE Bomber squadron.

After about a year of duty their TIE bomber squadron was ordered to bomb a suspected Rebel base on Dantooine. There was in fact a rebel base, however, its seize was much larger than intelligence had reported. Their fighter cover was blown away quickly and had to scramble to just try to get back to the Nebulon-B. Jeff managed to separate from the group and had picked up only one X-Wing. He knew he had a chance. However, the pilot on his tail was an obvious Ace, and Jeff's bulky and shieldless bomber was no mach for the X-Wing. Jeff's rage exploded inside him, he wasn't going down alone. He allowed the X-Wing to get closer on his tail while doing his best to avoid its laser fire. When the X-Wing was practically within arms reach. Jeff cut throttle, but as he did his knee moved the stick a bit causing the collision only to sever the X-Wings left wing (it's shields had already been blown in combat with the TIE fighters). His bomber was, however, coming apart at the seems. He last memories of the crash were trying to get back some thruster power before he hit the water of a nearby river.

Jeff awoke with his hands shackled behinds his back, bloody, and completely soaked. The rebel pilot had survived and captured him. While the awaited a transport to come pick them up. Jeff violently cursed at the rebel as he made several attempts to open the lines of communication. Jeff was dragged back to the base for interrogation. After a week, Jeff finally spoke about why he hated the rebels so much. After telling them the story of his parents' demise they related him a different story. Apparently Jeff's parents were running supplies for the Rebellion and during on exchange were ambushed by the Empire. Jeff refused to believe this at first, but when they were able to prove through several R-2 units who still had video documentation of the battle. Jeff was filled rage ten fold that he had felt for rebellion for the Empire which was responsible for his parents death . He wished to right his past wrongs and still to avenge his bold parents.

He joined in with Bandit Wing at first a squadron loosely associated with the rebellion filled with lose cannons and people with shady pasts. He proved himself to be loyal and when the opportunity presented itself he put in a transfer to the Liberty to join Corsair to fly the craft he truly loved, the A-Wing. Porky's bombing history is what got him his nickname, but he always took speed and maneuverability over sheer firepower.

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Born and raised on Alderaan, Mauler lived throughout his childhood in the rural parts of the planet and longed to join the imperial military, inspired by news of their continuous victories against the "barbaric rebel terrorists".

At age 18, Jeoffrey moved to Alderaan's capital city, and there reveived an education which enabled him to join the imperial academy. Initially signing up for officer training in the Imperial Navy, Mauler quickly became interested in piloting and starfighter combat tactics. He transfered over to Flight School where he graduted with flying color as a TIE Interceptor pilot and was assigned to the Nebulon B Frigate "Impetuous".

After surviving through numerous engagements against Rebels and pirates Jeoffrey quickly became disheartened by the loss of many of his comrades, and the subsequent slaughter of new recutis prematurely sent in the field. By the end of his first year in active duty, he already questionned his loyalty to the Empire... then came news of Alderaan's destruction.

Devastated, Mauler flew on for a couple of mission until the "Impetuous" was ambushed by an Alliance Mon Calamari Cruiser. Knowing defeat was inevitable, Jeoffrey surrendered at the start of the battle and was tractored in the Rebel Cruiser. As he was brought aboard and put in the ship's brig, Mauler knew that the Impetuous, and his friends, had been destroyed and killed.

For months, Jeoffrey had to endure constant interrogations and psychologycal testing, while Alliance intel ran complete background checks on him and eventually came up with nothing. He was reluctantly released and cleared for acceptance in Alliance Flight Training.

Mauler spent over a year training for advanced fighter piloting, which proved much more intense than the one he received from the Empire. Eventually, he reached active status as an X-wing and A-wing pilot, though his marks proved that he was at his best while flying an X-wing.

After a few more months on board an Alliance Strike Cruiser, Mauler was transfered to the Liberty's Corsair Squadron.

Though he now flew against the Empire, he knew that few of his fellow piltos aboard the Strike Cruiser had truly trusted him. However, even he could never shed the doubts that crept in his mind whenever he flew on a mission... wether or not his choice had been right, if it was worth the price he paid for it.

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Hyp's first recollections of life are on the planet Arah, mining the mineral Derillium for the Empire as a slave. Hyp never knew his family, friends, home planet or even his name. It was many years before he would ever find anything out about his past.

It was Hyp's life to be a slave. The Empire was ruthless, pushing them to the limit. They were never informed about their pasts...since he never knew his name, Hyp received his nickname by his number stitched on his uniform -- 197-HYP. If there was any advantage to being a slave for the Empire, it was growing up around so many different languages. There were slaves from every part of the galaxy working with him. Learning from an early age, Hyp caught on very quickly. In fact, as a child, he was known to start a sentence in one language and end it in another!

Hyp's one true friend was a Wookiee named Hachuttaa. Always there to protect him, Hachuttaa never would leave his side. They cultivated a strong bond and Hyp considered him his only family.

The most tragic day in Hyp's life was when he lost Hachuttaa. Hyp was being beaten severely by an Imperial slave master for "not working to potential". Hachuttaa, unable to bare watching his friend in pain, stepped in. In the ensuing scuffle, Hachuttaa and Hyp killed the Imperial. Hachuttaa took the rap for it and was dragged away by a troop of Imperial grunts, never to be seen again.

The turning point came when the group of slaves Hyp was a part of were loaded upon the ship "Arkanian Dawn", bound for the Arkania system, known for it's large diamond mines. Hyp feared years of forced labor in diamond mines. But fortune had, for once, shined on Hyp as the owner of the ship was Thila, a secret Rebel agent, and the slaves were escorted to freedom. The best part about it, however, was that Thila had retained all records the Empire has on the slaves! Hyp was able to learn his name, age, his home planet (Abbaji, a rain forest covered planet), and that he did have one surviving relative: a brother name Christopher.

Hyp spent the next year doing support work for the Rebels. He helped distribute the pamphlet "A Call to Reason" (while relating the evils he had seen with his own eyes) and aided in the clean-up effort on Empire-attacked planets. He proved himself very handy with a blaster and rifle. And his piloting skills were exceptional. His working knowledge of computer programming was a product of his intense study. But he felt that some of his potential skills were going to waste.

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Brendan Cohoe was born on Kessel to parents in the Imperial Civil Service who managed the processing sections of spice plant #HK90070027. His parents placed him in the group cr?che for his raising and promptly forgot about him. This was an all too familiar occurrence on Imperial outposts where parents abdicated their responsibility in favor of the State run institutions.

Life was hard on Kessel, even for the son of two administrators. Brendan grew up with strict rules and turned out to be someone who only looked out for one person and one person only, himself. He became a cook, serving meals to the galactic flotsom and jetsom that the Empire washed up on the shores of the spice mines. Crime lords, common criminals, and the odd political prisoner, Brendan had a first hand look at those who had hit rock bottom in the galaxy.

But with the few credits he earned, and with the political pull of his parents, he bought an old modified version of the T-16 Skyhopper. Teaching himself to fly he soon bid goodbye to the spice mines and made his way to the nearby trading center on Kessel where, in addition to getting a job as a cook, he started a small courier business.

Hired to transport a Sullustan he unwittingly became an accomplice to murder. He landed his passenger at the coordinates specified and waited approximately one hour when, as scheduled, his passenger returned to the transport. But before he could lift off, his hopper was surrounded by Stormtroopers, who took both Brendan and the Sullustan into custody.

It turned out that the Sullustan was involved in a smuggling operation and had just assassinated a high ranking Imperial Officer who had been taking graft from the operation. After being interrogated for several weeks Brendan was sentenced to life imprisonment in the spice mines. He never received any word from his parents and he never saw them again.

Eleven months working in the mines nearly killed him but taught him much about what was happening in the galaxy at large. He learned of the oppression of the non-human races by the Empire and saw the number of political prisoners rise. He also heard of the growing rebellion against the tyranny of the Emperor. While many tried to escape and were killed for their trouble, Brendan watched and waited. His knowledge of the operation of the spice mines, learned from his parents, gave him an advantage that others did not enjoy.

He waited for his chance and managed to s#96968B a breathing apparatus used in the lower levels of the mine that were subject to flooding. With this he took a desperate gamble and sealed himself in with a load of spice. During shipment he managed to extricate himself from the cargo pod and gain entrance to the crew sections of the freighter. Luckily the ship was flying shorthanded and, after a brief (and fatal) struggle with the three crewmen on board, he found himself free.

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Mynock was born on a backwards planet of the Elo System. Of Corellian descent, Eloy Cintron grew up on this small colonial settlement located on the Galactic Rim. A quiet and studious individual, he became interested in the medical sciences, applying and being accepted to the Imperial University of Coruscant upon completion of his basic studies. There, in the Imperial Homeworld, he obtained his doctorate in Xenobiology and Medicine, whereupon he was commissioned as a Medical Officer in the Imperial Navy.

His first tour of duty was aboard the Imperial Frigate Enforcer, where he received some formal training in piloting small craft, such as Lambda-class shuttles, as he served double-duty aboard the understaffed frigate. Mynock enjoyed his flight duties, which were primarily shuttling cargo and transporting VIPs, more than his actual medical duties, which were primarily concerned with the programming and maintenance of One-Bee surgical and medical droids. Besides, his skills in xenobiology were largely unused in the human-dominated Imperial navy and were only applied in the treatment of injured or sickened slaves. This constant exposure to the cruel practices of the Empire, along with witnessing massacres such as the vicious conquest of the Mon Calamari homeworld, in which the Enforcer participated, served only to inspire loathing and revulsion for the Empire in the young Elonian.

It was during this time that Medical Officer Cintron was approached by an Alliance Deep Cover operatives. Details of their initial meeting, as well as initial security checks are classified. However, Dr. Cintron was given a set of neutral rendezvous coordinates as well as a special encrypted comm signal access code. During one of his many cargo flight assignments, Mynock decided to make his move. His shuttle was carrying parts for the new Interceptor-class TIE fighters, being developed by the Imperial R&D Division.

During the flight, Dr. Cintron managed to drug the shuttle's command crew and lock the stormtrooper squad assigned to protect the equipment parts in the cargo area, isolated from the parts themselves, thereby ensuring the safety of the shipment. Deviating from his appointed flight path, Mynock hijacked the ship and entered hyperspace to the secure location given to him by Alliance operatives, where he proceeded to activate the secured comm channel. The signal was detected by one a Corvettes, which confiscated the precious cargo.

For his brave actions, Mynock was commended by the Alliance High Command and was given a choice of duty for his service in the fleet. He chose to be trained as a starfighter cadet. He was transported to the Mon Calamari cruiser Independence, where he served with distinction. He has begun to serve his first tour of duty, and is now a member Corsair Squadron aboard the Liberty. It was during his time aboard the Independence that Lieutenant Cintron acquired his nickname, as one of his squad mates commented after a training exercise: "He ain't much to look at, but when he gets you in his sights, he sticks to you like a mynock."

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Born into the fighting class of the human colony of Lomabi; Jonathan "Valkyrie" Hu was by birthright destined to become a "protector" of the people. In the Lomabi society this was both a high honor and a weighty responsibility.

As he progressed through the rigorous martial training, he also began to study starfighters and their maintenance in his free time. This gave him the knowledge and skills to enable him to make small starfighter repairs in the field. Valkyrie also was trained in the Lomabian Sword fighting style. A Lomabian Fighting Sword is made of a light but strong alloy. It is based on the same principle as the vibro-blade and is activated upon leaving the scabbard. Valkyrie also studied the two handed fighting style of the Mortem and is considered a master at this form of martial combat.

The Lomabians were an proud and honorable race, and when the Empire first came, they accepted a treaty of alliance. However, when the Empire set up a garrison on the planet and stationed a star destroyer in orbit, the Lomabians became wary. When asked to remove the garrison and star destroyer (something allowed under the treaty they and the Imperium had signed), the Empire reacted in violent force. The Lomabians retaliated with violence of their own, ten-folded by their anger at being betrayed. Realizing that their planet would eventually be overrun, the Lomabians decided to evacuate.

Valkyrie was assigned to Vermilion Flight, the flight of four Y-Wings which were to defend the last of the fleeing transports carrying the population off Lomabi. While safe-guarding the last group of transports, Valkyrie was carried away in the heat of battle and strayed too far from the transports while skirmishing with the TIEs which were attacking the main diversionary force. When Imperial reinforcements appeared Vermilion Flight was cut off from rejoining the ships they were guarding. Resulting from this major tactical mistake, the last group of transports were destroyed, one of which was carrying Valkyrie's girlfriend, Katrina.

Cut off and outnumbered, Valkyrie's entire flight was lost, and he soon found himself fighting alone. Finally, with most of his systems inoperable, he initiated the hyperdrive sequence, but a malfunction caused a failure in his astromech he came out of hyperspace far from the known areas of the Outer Rim. Wounded in the battle he managed to land is damaged craft on the planet, Mortem, a rather desolate place with a hostile environment where only the strong survived. Here he learned of the drink called a Suicide Slide, which became his favorite to this day. Valkyrie stayed on Mortem until he had healed in body and spirit and learned the ways of their fighting arts which were similar to that of the Lomabians. Having repaired his Y-Wing he departed and went in search of the rebellion, word of which had reached even the backwater world of Mortem. After searching for many months, he finally made contact with the rebels and came to the Cruiser Liberty where he joined the fight against the Empire as a pilot in Buccaneer.

Due to the loss of his girlfriend, he is often passive, and rarely extends himself outward to others. Though when his friendship is gained, his loyalty is unmatched. He will aid the Rebellion in as many ways as he can.

Pashk was born on Bothawui where he lived with his aunt and uncle. At a suitable age Pashk entered the Bothan military academy where he was trained in the combat arts as well as espionage. It was in the academy that Pashk found his true skill though. He was a fair spy or ground troop, but his real skills were in coordinating capital ships and starfighter units. Under Pashk's coordination, the survival rate for pilots was the highest the academy had seen in years. Pashk graduated top in his class just months after the battle of Yavin and was part of Borsk Fey'lya's group of Bothans that joined the Rebellion.

It was only a short time before Pashk and Borsk locked horns. As a politician, Borsk Fey'lya never had much respect for the lives of soldiers. So when a Bothan task force, with Borsk in command, was ordered to the aid of a group of Mon Cal light cruisers, Borsk was reluctant to go. Upon arriving in system, the Bothan made a quick survey of the situation and declared it hopeless, though the situation was far from it. Borsk ordered Pashk to give the Omega signal and to have his fleet withdraw. Pashk refused. He knew that the withdrawal of the Bothans from the battle would leave a small Rebel fleet outgunned and out of luck. Instead, Pashk ordered all fighters to attack and clear a path for the fleet. With this daring move, all the Rebel ships were able to withdraw safely.

Borsk was furious; he had Pashk removed from the bridge and had him placed on report. Soon after that battle, Borsk saw to it that he was reassigned to a backwater system, where he was flight controller for a run down task force of R-41 Starchasers and a bulk cruiser.

However, Pashk's bravery was not forgotten. The commander of the Mon Cal task force, a then-Captain Ra'Kaat, gave a report praising the "daring use of starfighters" that allowed his task force to escape. It was later "leaked" to now-Admiral Ra'Kaat that the flight controller who had given the order to the fighters had been reassigned to small and unimportant Rim system. That was all Admiral Ra'Kaat needed. With a few quick requests he had the young Bothan reassigned to the CRS Liberty as the Flight Control Officer.

Alli, in some terms, was a troublemaker. She was always playing tricks on the Imperials on Kalist 6. More than once she was called to the head director's office for a 'chat' about her behavior. On one of these occasions she was beat up pretty bad and her older brother Dack couldn't take it anymore. With their parents gone and no known outside family to contact, they fled in the night from the Imperial labor camp.

They both carried out odd jobs across the galaxy, going on any leads they could find about relatives. Their search was a hopeless cause, even if they did find them, would they take in two scruffy looking kids? When word reached them about the Rebellion's victory at Yavin, Dack was ready to drop everything and join them. With a smirk, Alli complained about how they were so close to finding the rest of their family and that they couldn't give up for him wanting to go off and play hero. But Dack snapped back, telling her that it would never happen- that there was no one left but them. With a silent nod she gathered her gear and turned to her brother asking when they were leaving.

Two years later they found themselves in the Rebellion. Dack, 20, was turning out to be a heck of a pilot while Alli, 17, was busy learning to be an intelligence agent. The hard work paid off as the Rebels moved to their newly built base on Hoth. Dack was paired with Commander Luke Skywalker as his gunner as his sister gagged every time he bragged about it. There wasn't much for Alli to do around the base: the Command Center was at a full and the techs had the snow-speeders adapted to the cold weather in a matter of days. She was cold, freezing?and bored.

On the day of her 18th birthday, reports were sent in about Imperial Walkers entering the 5th marker. Alarms rang through out the base as Dack rushed to his snow-speeder with Alli close at his heels. He put all his gear on as his sister begged him not to go. With a sly grin he told her everything would be all right and he would meet her at the rendezvous point they were assigned to. She took hold of his arm as he reached for his helmet, explaining a dream she had had that night?a dream of him dieing. Dack chuckled and told her it was nothing. With his helmet, he motioned to the first transport that was being loaded with a few crates. "If anything goes wrong, anything at all, you get onboard that transport," he ordered her. Then he smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be fine, Alli," Dack said as he climbed into the snow-speeder, "Don't forget to remind me to bring a piece of a walker back to you, Mynock." She grinned and replied, "I wont you nerf-herder." As was foretold, everything did get worse. The Main Power Generator had fallen and the base was being evacuated. With a reluctant sigh, she boarded a transport and waited for her brother to join her.

Days later, a message arrived for her with a small package. Her face turned pale as she read over the note. He was gone... dead. Caught by the Alliance, skinned and eaten by the Empire. She didn't know who to hate more: the Alliance or the Empire. With a heavy heart, she opened to find what was left of her brother's belongings. A few shirts, some pictures of them, a flight suit, an extra helmet, a watch their father had given them, and a small wrapped box with a card. It was her birthday present long since forgotten. Alli cried as she saw her mother's heart-shaped locket inside with a note from Dack sending his best wishes. She didn't know what to do. A week later she was transferred to the Liberty where she is awaiting further orders.

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Nick as a young boy grew up rather quickly. His family owned a subspace refueling platform orbiting Turkana III. Nick's father, Dave, was quick to get his only son into the field of Starship analysis. Nick excelled, especially in the area of Navigational Systems on most ships that he came in touch with. He successfully got a junk Blockade runner working again and became a great help as a flight maintenance technician.

While working on the station a group of merchants jumped into the system on a Modified Corvette and requested immediate help due to a malfunction of their navigational system. Nick was quick to help. When it turned out that the Merchants had lost all of their credits due to a pirate raid they offered Nick an A-Wing starfighter in return for his services.

Soon after acquiring the A-Wing, Nick had tought himself to fly it. The speed, agility, and swivel lasers of the ship put him up against a new challenge. He adapted and became a well trained starfighter pilot and excelled in combat maneuverability. He spent most of his time targeting small drones and became a excellent sharp shooter.

Talyn was out on a small exhibition flight when a Calamari Cruiser jumped in to the sector at about 3 klicks away. The long range sensor pack identified it as the Alliance CRS Liberty. He had never seen a ship that size before and before he knew it two Nebulon b-2 modified Frigate's arrived and began attacking the Liberty. Several snub fighters launched from the hanger of the Liberty, including several from the legendary Rogue Squadron. Nick thre himself into the fray on behalf of the rebel ships.

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Philip's earliest memory was of the Imperial Academy, under the name of Carg Varia. He was 18 with no memories of his life before enrolling to the Academy after extensive medical treatment. He excelled as a pilot but was overlooked many times during squad placement. He was eventually assigned to tie interceptor squadron Iota on the Strike Cruiser Ironhand. He was soon given the callsign 'Remorseless' and became a respected member of his squadron. On his 19th birthday, he was flying in a raid on a suspected 'Rebel Base' in the Outer Rim when his ship was disabled. After taking a heavy beating the Ironhand and the 2 Victory Star Destroyers retreated, leaving him helpless in space with very little oxygen left. He sent out a surrender message as he blacked out...

He woke up on a Rebel freighter, where he was questioned before being imprisoned. He was being shipped to another Rebel base when he was able to escape by stealing a shuttle. He returned to the Ironhand's command sector where he was soon rejoined with his squadron.

Over the next few weeks his dreams were plagued by strange visions of an unknown freighter being attacked. He would be in control of the freighter while a Z-95 snubfighter was escorting them -- he was within a planet's atmosphere and his engines had just been blown away by 6 TIE bombers, he was going down and there was no way to prevent the inevitable crash. Other images also intruded on his dreams, they included images of a family, on a peaceful world, miles away from the Imperial wars. It was the eve of his 21st birthday when the dreams seemed to reveal a set of coordinates. Stealing a shuttle, he left the Ironhand to pursue the strange images.

On his arrival in the sector he found a habitable system. Feeling a strange sense of familiarity and emboldened by the system's presence, he chose the planet he felt most familiar with and landed. Exploring the planet he felt strangely at peace as the landscape triggered more images, more memories of his previous life, of his family, and his true name. The knowledge of the planet led his to a spaceport he had seen in his visions. He asked about the freighter he had seen in his visions and he was directed to a nearby farm. On entry to the farm he was recognized and he was first called by his real name, Philip Lane. He spent the next year on the strange world, with his memories slowly returning. During this time he discovered that there had been a young man who had shipped on the freighter and survived the attack, then told his family of Philip's 'death' and left.

He left the world, attempting to find his old friend, but with no name and only a vague description, he lost his trail on an unknown planet. There he survived as an assassin and he began drinking heavily as a way of escaping reality. After six months, he managed to stop drinking and sort out his life. He eventually heard a report that his friend had met some Rebels and had left to join them. Boarding a stolen X-wing, he left to find the rebels...

He eventually found a freighter under Imperial attack from half a squadron of squints. He flew in and took out half the squints on his first surprise charge. He turned and locked on to another interceptor, weaving and turning on his six, then fired a quad blast to vape him. By now, the two remaining interceptors had turned to target him. Charging straight towards him, he vaped one of them but the others destroyed his flight controls as it passed. Sitting and waiting for the end, he heard over the radio the sound of two A-Wing pilots...

He signed up to join the Alliance, received the callsign 'BlackViper', and is now awaiting placement in a squadron, hoping to find his old friend...

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Michael Lee Chun To was born to a middle class family on Grand IV. Michael was a promising student who wished to study science at the University on Coruscant. Unfortunately, just before sitting for the entrance exams, the plans he had for his future were shattered. The governor of the Grand system, Moff Quarrel, had increased the tax rate again and again. Local organizations started a revolution and finally the government was toppled. Soon, they announced they had joined the Rebel Alliance. Palpatine was outraged. To set an example for any other systems who would dare to defy him, Imperial forces launched a massive attack on Michael's planet, ordering an orbital bombardment of the capital city. Unable to resist, those with means tried to flee the ruin and destruction aided by the local Rebels. But the Rebels could only save a handful of the population and while Michael lived, his entire family was killed in the Emperor's retribution.

A boy alone in a large galaxy, he soon realized that tears were futile and that he must put away the feelings of a child and make the decisions of an adult. He realized that he could just try to survive, to bend to whatever fate had in store, or he could try to make a difference, try to change things for the better even though it seemed futile. He had no thoughts of revenge, only a burning desire to set things right. To, in some small way, help others avoid the crushing heel of Imperial oppression. And so he found his way to the Outer Rim and made contact with the Rebel Alliance. At the local academy he received intensive training both in fighter and bomber courses. One year later, he finished the course with the highest score. With two other classmates, they jumped ship and joined the Alliance to fight on the side of freedom.

He had his first combat mission when he was 16 year old. The mission objective was to intercept the imperial task force advancing to Duke system, which have just announced joined the Rebel Alliance. He knew that now he really was making a difference and that the lives of many people would be affected by his actions. In that battle he distinguished himself with 16 confirmed kills and assisted the Y-Wing squadron in a Star-Destroyer attack by knocked down its shield generators. The task forces had been broken down temporarily, and the evacuation was a total success. After that mission, he was promoted to Lieutenant and became the executive officer of his X-Wing Squadron.

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My parents were killed shortly after my birth and I was led to believe they were slaughtered by the rebellion. I was given the name Wedge Gaven. I was brought up by a blood thirsty bounty hunter and taught in the ways of the mercenary.

However, when I came of age he urged me to enlist in the Imperial Naval Academy. After graduation, I discovered classified documentation that showed my parents were killed by my bounty hunter guardian at the request of the Empire. I was to be given the name Wedge Gaven and enlisted in the Navy. The document also revealed my true name.

On my first patrol in a ship with hyperdrive I deserted and adopted my real name. I then enlisted with the Alliance and developed a relationship with Kas Slom. On a mission to knock out an Imperial cruiser she was taken out by a TIE interceptor which left me distraught enough to make me leave the rebellion.

To earn my food I was forced to sell my services as a mercenary. On one of these jobs I met my former guardian. We fought, but he had the upper hand and he was about to do away with me a man stepped from the shadows and knocked him unconscious.

As I picked up my fallen blaster and prepared to pull the trigger I looked at the man who had raised me and paused. The moment stretched and as it did so I heard the Imperial authorities come up from behind, forcing me and my savior to run.

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Rafael "-Hyl-" Costa Guerra was born on the planet Yavin-VIII, one of the three planets able to support human life in the Yavin System. A top secret Imperial lab with researchers and technical staff was researching human physiology there, and it was there that his parents met. His father was one of the researchers and his mother an expert in human body alterations in space. After three years the program was cancelled and they left to join a new research project.

-Hyl- started studying human physiology at an early age, but when he was 19 his parents and eight others defected from the Empire in protest against the projects they were working on and made their escape in a stolen shuttle. An Imperial shuttle with stormtroopers docked with their ship, but an Alliance task force arrived to help. A commando unit boarded the ship making them prisoner. After a few days and a lot of questions they were released by the Alliance but all decided to stay and help the rebellion. -Hyl- started at the Academy and after one year of training at the Rebel training facilities and on the Flag Ship Independence, -Hyl- applied to Corsair Squadron and was granted his commission. At this point, his parents were working together as alliance researchers.

-Hyl- joined the Rebel Alliance because, as a pilot, he could be a useful tool against the Evil Empire (more useful than as a researcher, in his opinion). He applied to Corsair squadron because he could live with and learn from the most qualified pilots in the alliance, Rogue Squadron. Ever since -Hyl- read the Hoth debriefing report describing Rogue's fight against the Imperial walkers (AT/ATs), he has been honing his skills in the hopes of some day becoming a Rogue member. Still with more experience in the simulator than in real ships, -Hyl- is increasing his skills quickly and hopes to contribute to Corsair Squadron.

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Born on Carida, home of the Imperial Academy, Josh Caton grew up at the center of the Empire's war machine. His father Feran was lead instructor in the Academy Starfighter Command's Heavy Assault Division. The elder Caton, highly respected among his fellow officers, excelled at turning green young pilots into the elite of the Old Republic's TIE bomber squadrons.

Feran Caton, however, was never very interested in galactic politics. And as a result, Josh's father remained a loyal military man despite the increasingly authoritarian regime of Palpatine. Even as the first flames of rebellion in the galaxy began to burn, Feran continued training his pilots with little thought about rebel claims of tyranny. Above all, Feran Caton was a soldier and loyal to the Navy that he'd served for so long.

As the son of a flight instructor, Josh had flown sims for as long as he could remember. Josh spent countless hours creating engagements for himself to run on the simulator installed at the Caton family home. His father often commented Josh had more hours in the TIE bomber simulator than half the Navy's active pilots.

Then came Alderaan. At the Caridan Academy, none dared speak openly against Tarkin's heinous act. What happened there was too far away to have much of an impact on the 17-year-old Josh. But it served as a wake-up call to his father.

Feran told Josh he could no longer stomach service in Palpatine's military. For his own conscience's sake, he had to stop contributing to the Emperor's power. Yet at the same time, he was too old simply go AWOL and start a new life. Father and son concocted a story where Josh would steal a shuttle and flee the planet, and Feran would resign from the Imperial Navy in mock "shame" for his son's action, free to live out his twilight years in relative peace. Josh lifted off in the dark of the Caridan night and left his father behind for good.

For the first time, Josh was free to live life outside of the military epicenter, away from the toils of war. Under an assumed identity, he enrolled in the University of Charmath in Farfin Sector. He concentrated his studies on writing and literature. Later in his university career, his military upbringing showed itself, as Josh became interested and took courses in naval tactics and strategy.

While at Charmath, Josh was exposed to the more liberal political element--and supporters of the growing Rebellion. Among his friends was an unusual Verpine named Tulk. A rally supporting the Alliance cause was held one afternoon on the steps of Charmath's Seoni Hall. Josh and Tulk were in the crowd when the Imperial governor decided to put an end to the insurrectionist gathering. Stormtroopers, supported by AT-STs, ordered the crowd to disperse. The students only shouted louder, their cries of tyranny justified by the white-clad army staring them down.

It was never determined who fired the first shot. The riot that ensued claimed nearly a hundred lives. Most of the casualties were students. During the massacre, Josh took a blaster bolt in the arm moving Tulk out of the line of fire. When it was over, the University's doors had been closed by the governor, "pending curriculum review."

Unable to arrest the hundreds who participated in the riot, the governor instead chose to place the humans who rioted on probation, and "deport" alien species. It did not take a Charmath educator to know what the governor meant by "deport."

Josh regretted that he never got to say goodbye to Tulk. But Tulk found a way to say thank you to him. Four days after the riot, Josh showed up in the repair bay he and Tulk had spent so many hours in tinkering with starships. There, amazingly, was a stock B-wing starfighter. How the fighter came to be there Josh might never know. But in the cockpit was a hand-scrawled note from Tulk, written in the best Basic the Verpine's insectoid appendages could manage: "Josh ... take this ... and fight." Josh left Charmath a few credits short of a degree.

Using his student contacts, Josh got in touch with an Alliance recruiter. Soon after, he and his B-wing were assigned to fill a hole in Blue Squadron's bomber wing. After a short stint aboard the Happy Jack, Josh was transferred to the Alliance's elite heavy assault unit, Buccaneer Squadron. While still a relatively green pilot, Josh's natural talent and thoughtful approach to combat help him overcome his inexperience.

His R5 unit, R5-I6 or "Ice," is quick thinking little droid that tends to take everything literally. Josh uses flechette weapons as his primary firearms due to an allergy to most forms of blaster gas.