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Rogue Squadron is Renegade Wing, and the Alliance's, Elite Element. Infamous for their ability to complete the impossible, defeat the invincible and best the unbeatable, they are indefatigable. Rogue Squadron's pilots are recruited from Starfighter Command's very best and undergo an extensive selection process that not only tests piloting ability but ground combat, close quarter battle, diplomacy and espionage so that a Rogue can handle any situation. Though the Rogues main craft is the X-Wing, they can fly anything in any role they're given.

Wing Leadership resides in Renegade Wing Headquarters Element, Renegade Flight

Callsign Nickname Position Duties
Rogue Leader Jalb_k Rogue OC/Wing CO Web Master
Rogue 2 Starfire   NPC
Rogue 3 Dobber SQN TrnO Wing TrnO
Rogue 4 Flip   NPC
Rogue 5 Jasted   Forge Master
Rogue 6 Thanatos Squadron XO TacOps Editor
Rogue 7 Unassigned    
Rogue 8 Rainman    
Rogue 9 Lock   Lore Officer
Rogue 10 Dragon   Tactical Officer
Rogue 11 Cyclops   NPC
Rogue 12 Bearcat   Lore Master

Squadron Spacecraft

Rogue Squadron flies the X-Wing primarily, but has A-Wing starfighters available as secondary craft.
  • 12 Incom T-65B X-Wing Starfighters
  • 6 Dodonna/Blissex RZ-1 A-Wing Starfighters
Halls of Honor
  • Click here to see the honors awarded to members of the CRS Vigilant.











Colonel Chris "Jalb_k" Reynolds

Rogue Squadron & Wing CO

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

Technical Specialty Sublight Drive Tech, Med Tech
Combat Specialty CQB and Demolitions
Side Arm Macquarian Straight Blade and Holdout blaster with modified 3 shot burst
Favorite Beverage Sundowner
Physical Description Human male, age 40 standard, 1.85m, 92kg, brown hair, brown eyes.

Nov 6, 2021 - Record Holder - Spectre Capital Ship Challenge - 3:52
Jun 5, 2022 - First Place - Rogue Capital Ship Challenge - -2:41


Chris Reynolds was born on Macquarie, a remote planet in the Cooramoor Sector of the proximal outer rim territories 40 standard years ago, around 36BBY. He grew up in a close family with his parents and two little sisters, whom he doted on and was always there for them whenever they needed the 'big brother'. His parents were first generation traders and did very well with their import of rare and exotic items that the local Elites enjoyed.

Chris was keenly interested in speed from an early age. If it went fast, it was for him, if it didn't, he'd find a way to make it. His peers still fondly recall the time he modified a landspeeder with the power packs from a junked Pod that had been sent for scrap. The look on the faces of the Troopers that tried to catch him on Speeder Bikes was well worth the discipline infringements. His parents encouraged Chris's adventurous nature and had given him a second hand T-16 on his 14th birthday. Although it handled like a taun-taun, with a bit of technical and mechanical wizardry, there was nothing that could beat him in a straight sprint (something he capitalised on and made quite a few credits off many a convoy escort visiting dirtside). His prowess as a pilot brought him to the attention of a young Intelligence Officer, Davits Draven, from the small Galactic Republic Navy detachment, who took it upon himself to commence Chris's education with a view for service with the Republic. The young Draven was an excellent teacher and while Chris was already proficient in the theory and practice of spaceflight -- his understanding of Battlezone procedure (tactics, logistics and administration) was unheard of in one so young and Draven could see him advancing quickly

Unfortunately Macquarie had sided with the Seperatist Movement and the outbreak of the Clone Wars saw Davits Draven posted back to the Galactic core and Clone Troops sent to bring Macquarie back into the Republic fold. As there ever is in times of war the civilian casualties often outweigh the military and it was this Republic Invasion that bereft Chris of his family. He was still 'in' with the Republic due to his association with Draven, had skills and abilities that others of his age did not and, more importantly, information.

At 15 he made contact with the local resistance movement and, after some months of security precautions on their part, during which time Chris passed on accurate and valuable information gleaned from the Mess hall and Barracks of the Republic Military, he was accepted as a member of their cadre. Having nothing but ground vehicles, Chris was trained in CQB (Close Quarters Battle) and demolitions. He spent his time mainly in the workshops or Aid Post (he seemed to have a natural affinity for hands on healing, with bacta being in short supply) and volunteered for every mission he could. It was quickly noted that he worked better alone (his once gregarious and outgoing nature had turned inward) as he took extreme, sometimes foolish risks, to accomplish the mission and did not want to be responsible for any one but himself as the loss of his family weighed heavily on him. He saw himself in some way responsible for their deaths and this 'survivor' guilt fuelled his desire to destroy the system that caused his pain. His Cadre Staff reported favorably on his performance with a small notation "appears to act 'Just A Little Bit Krazy' when on solo missions". He took this to heart and in later months he made this off the cuff remark into his callsign "Jalb_k".

His insistence and planning had no small part in the eventual liberation of Macquarie through a planet wide coordinated strike. Luck, also, had little to do with the timing of the attack. It was 13BBY, The Empire was just starting to consolidate it's power and had larger problems than a small outer rim world. Macquarie stood apart but supported the nascent Rebellion and sent what support they could, without reducing their own defensive capabilities. Due to the wide range of specialties, the Macquarians were split up amongst different cells, and Jalb_k found himself as pilot and some time reserve-tech, bouncing from cell to cell, planet to planet where needed... Until a chance meeting with his old mentor, Davits Draven.

Draven now represented the Rebel Alliance's Intelligence. He and his operatives worked in the shadows performing unglamorous activities such as sabotage, infiltration and assassination, believing them to be necessary responses to the Galactic Empire's cruelty and power, thus becoming a person who made no apology for his methods and was quick to take Chris back under his wing. He used Chris as an operative and insertion pilot for multiple solo and team covert missions, most of which remain classified to this day.

After many years in the shadow ops theatre Jalb requested transfer to a flying Squadron and was granted the opportunity to fly with Blue Squadron under Antoc Merrick. Formally designated Blue 10, Jalb flew with the Squadron through the Battle of Atollon, the Eadu Mission and finally, the Battle on Scarif. The battle on Scarif wounded his psyche deeply, being the only member of that Blue Squadron to make it out alive and once again he was weighed down with the guilt of surviving when others didn't.

A chance encounter on the Liberty during his 'convalescence' from Scarif brought everything into perspective. In Lieutenant Jeff "Kallysto" Young, Corsair Squadron's Executive officer, he saw a kindred spirit, and realized that the emotion that this seemingly reserved and introverted pilot had was directed in a much more positive and effective way. As naturally gifted as Jalb was he saw he could tone his flamboyant flying and fighting style to a measured, methodical and ultimately lethal mode, with far less risk to himself and his team. He spent many hours in the sims after his return to a rebuilding Blue Squadron but missed the Battle of Vrogas Vas (fortunately) but in defence of the captured ISD Harbinger at Tureen VII his improved combat effectiveness was noted and he was subsequently offered a flight lead position in the new Blue Roster. Although this was the sort of acceptance and belonging he craved he somehow knew that his place was on board the Liberty, and he tendered his application to the Corsairs soon after.

Two days after his acceptance he was in the Lounge celebrating his first kills as a Corsair when he met up with two other new arrivals, Matthew 'Krayt' Houseman and a Buccaneer by the name of Josh 'Hellcat' Kinney. The three became fast friends and eventually applied, and were accepted, to Rogue Squadron. Some months later Corsair's CO, Bob 'Blindman' Lin, was injured on operations and, due to a lengthy rehabilitation period, thought it best to step down from his command position. He made a formal request to Rogue Leader, Vince 'Stryker' Rambo, asking that his former pilot and then Rogue Nine be transfered back to Corsair and given command of the squadron. Under the hand of Jalb_k Corsair went from merely a recon squadron and added interception to their mission statement. A role in which the Corsairs revelled and helped raise Renegade Wing's infamy throughout the Empire to new heights. Some months before the battle of Endor the Wing CO and Rogue Leader, Stryker, was pronounced MIA by Alliance Command after a routine transit and Jalb_k was thrust into command of the Wing and Rogue Squadron. Little did he know, or dare would he hope, that Stryker would return.











2nd Lieutenant Katlyn "Starfire" Thornwood

Rogue 2

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

Technical Specialty Starfighter maintenance/general freighter maintenance
Combat Specialty X-wing Intercept/Recon
Side Arm Standard issue blaster
Favorite Beverage Corellian Ale
Physical Description Chandrilan female, Age 24, wavy red hair past her shoulders, green eyes, tan skin, 1.77m (5'10"), 72.5kg (160 lbs)


Born on the planet of Chandrila, Katlyn Thornwood was destined to live amongst the stars. Shortly after the end of the Clone Wars, her parents ran a small freighter business that was successful, even amidst the rise of the Galactic Empire. Their freighter missions virtually took them from one end of the galaxy to the other. As her parents' business grew, along with their young family, the decision was made to settle down and create Binary Star Shipping, a shipping platform which operated out of the Pax System and near the Hydian Way hyperspace lane.

She and her many sisters grew up around freighters and starfighters, becoming well-versed in numerous functions and repairs concerning each. They often accompanied their parents, extended family members, or even employees on freight deliveries when they were old enough. Any downtime spent on small moons or other planets in between deliveries or on family vacations saw her become restless. The fire in her heart and soul longed for the stars where she felt she truly belonged.

Ever restless, when she finished her formal homeschooling, she left her parents' business to fly with an aerobatic performance team called The Red Arrows that toured the galaxy. Two of her sisters ended up joining her when they came of age, and the trio became known as the famous Silver Sparrows for their skill and prowess in a variety of aerobatic craft. Tragically, the aerobatic troupe was disbanded after a series of accidents claimed the lives of several other pilots. The three sisters were left with no choice but to return and fly for their family.

It was when she turned 24 and the Galactic Empire fell that everything changed for her. Despite promises from the New Republic to crack down on pirate raids against shipping convoys, there was little immediate action. It was ultimately up to her and her sisters to fly old Z-95s or R-41 Starchasers to help escort some of the priority shipments.

During one of these assignments, she and her sisters were overwhelmed and vastly outnumbered as a pirate group known as the Seven Skulls disabled the freighters they were escorting. Sending out a distress call, they were quickly met by starfighters from Renegade Wing, who happened to be on patrol nearby. The combined forces of civilians and New Republic fighters managed to drive off the members of the Seven Skulls, and the sisters were escorted to the CRS Vigilant for repairs. Impressed with the skill and ability of the New Republic pilots, Kat ultimately decided to join the New Republic and applied through a recruiting station near her home world, determined to see more of the galaxy and make it a better place.

It didn't take her long to rise through the ranks and training program with the New Republic, and she easily graduated the top of her class. She put in an application to serve aboard the Vigilant, with a focus on flying with the best pilots aboard in Rogue Squadron. The rest for her is history.









Major Andrew "Dobber" Dobson

Rogue Three

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

Technical Specialty Information and Communication Systems Repair and Maintenance; Basic Droid Repair
Combat Specialty Capital ship assault; fighter superiority; Escort
Side Arm DH-17 blaster
Favorite Beverage Cliff Dweller or Hyperdrive (Punch It!)
Physical Description Human male, 30 years standard, 5'10", Chestnut Hair, Trimmed Beard, Blue Eyes


Born on Corellia, Andrew Dobson's heart had always been set on becoming a starfighter pilot. At an early age, he served as co-pilot on his uncle's freighter. Emphasizing, if not agreeing, with his nephew's love of starfighters, his uncle was able to acquire a vintage Republic-era flight simulation program off the smuggler market. Though programmed for older starfighters, such as the Incom Corporation Z-95 and variants of the BTL Y-Wing starfighters, it was still enough to begin sharpening Andrew's tactical skills in the cockpit. While his uncle's freighter business grew to be more successful, it was met with scrutiny by the newfound Galactic Empire. Increasing Imperial rules, regulations, and cargo checks began to hurt the family business. Moreover, pirate raids in systems near the Outer Rim region - where Imperial patrols were laxer and more infrequent - provided additional and dangerous obstacles for the freighters and their crews. To ensure the safety of the crews and their cargos, his uncle was forced to hire the aid of several ex-Republic era starfighter pilots willing to fend off any pirate raiders. While this added some protection to the convoy (and interaction with real-life pilots to help Andrew hone his skills), it proved very costly to business and on more than one occasion the family's personal savings. Disaster for the family struck when the Empire decided to press his uncle's business into the Imperial Industrial Complex. As Corellia was known as a construction hub for Star Destroyer components such as shield generators, among other things, the Empire was known to go to great lengths to keep costs under control while maintaining stable supply lines. While his uncle was able to keep his business in a sense, most of the crews were replaced with droids and a few Imperial personnel, and the former crews were sent to work in the factories of Corellia. Not wanting his nephew to get involved with the Empire, his uncle encouraged Andrew to return home to his parents and siblings. As the years passed, the Empire continued to expand its power and influence. Each year, the Galactic Senate lost more and more of its power and influence under the tutelage of Emperor Palpatine. While few would speak out publicly against the changes, the worsening conditions and ongoing conflicts throughout the galaxy were widely known. These injustices never sat well with Andrew, and he grew to resent the regime.

When news broke that Alderaan had been destroyed, Andrew knew he had to do something. Unlike many of his peers, who sought out the Rebel Alliance seeking vengeance, Andrew sought to fight the Empire to restore freedom and justice to the galaxy. While his family knew that joining the budding Rebellion was dangerous and treasonous, they nonetheless supported him. Somewhat ironically, his uncle was able to smuggle him off-world on one of his freighters where he met a Rebel contact on one of the moons of the Hosnian system during a cargo supply mission.

By the age of 26, Andrew was within the ranks of the Alliance training. He managed to qualify for starfighter combat quickly, studying as much as possible in his spare time. Within several months of joining the Rebellion, Starfighter Command assigned him to Blue Squadron. Blue Squadron, at the time under the command of Jonas "Groznik" Mamlof, was the sole squadron aboard the recently captured Imperial-class Star Destroyer Octavian, later known as the Happy Jack.

Andrew was almost instantly liked by his fellow Blues and became particularly close with Paul "Rogue" Sweet and Ciprian "Zoz" Ionescu. Soon thereafter, Andrew also began using the callsign "Dobber," an old childhood nickname. Since Blue Squadron's mission profile at the time was Reinforcement & Support, Andrew soon gained valuable flight-time and experience in all types of Alliance fighter craft.

Extended and often bloody campaigns after Yavin critically sapped Blue's manpower over the next two years, leading to many changes in command for the unit. The loss of so many friends - especially during the Battle of Hoth -- was trying for Dobson. Blue never was able to replenish it ranks, however, and was in danger of being disbanded by Starfighter Command. It was then that Andrew decided to step in.

Andrew actively petitioned High Command to keep Blue Squadron in service, referring to its long history with the Alliance. After much deliberation, High Command agreed, placing Dobson in command of the unit. The freshly promoted commander was able to attract many new pilots to the ranks of Blue Squadron.

After the climatic Battle of Tynna, which resulted in the loss of the Happy Jack and several pilots, the responsibility and duties of Andrew's position began to wear on him. It was during this reorganization of the group that he took a short leave of absence for some R&R on Mon Cala. It was here that he met Dia "Summer" Tan, a beautiful and headstrong blue-skinned Twi'lek female who was also an Alliance pilot. They hit it off, and their fast friendship quickly turned into a budding relationship. When their R&R was over, Dia told him that she intended to try and put in a transfer into Blue Squadron so the two could be closer.

After rejoining the rest of his Blue Squadron members on the newly christened Mon Calamari cruiser Morning Star, along with the historic Red Squadron, they began a fresh campaign against the Empire. It wasn't long before Dia joined Blue Squadron and she quickly proved herself to be a valuable pilot and addition to the team. When Blue Squadron lost their XO during an especially harrowing and costly mission, she was promoted to Squadron XO by the command staff of the Morning Star.

It wasn't long before Blue Squadron's mission parameters shifted. The squadron was reassigned to the CRS Nautilian where they joined Yellow and Corona Squadrons. While it was a more involved role and stricter environment, Blue soon proved themselves invaluable to the regular missions.

By the time of the Battle of Endor, Blue Squadron had been transitioned into a bombing unit. They were tasked with flying B-wings to support the Nautilian and other squadrons during the battle, but the chaos that ensued saw the destruction of their flagship and the loss of many pilots and fast friends. As the Alliance licked their wounds and began to restructure itself after Endor, Blue was disbanded, and its surviving pilots transferred to other key squadrons to bolster their ranks. Unfortunately, and in part due to the intimate nature of their relationship which was discovered by their Wing Commander and involved a subsequent reprimand, Dobson and Dia were ordered apart. Wishing to maintain their relationship without further complications, Andrew and Dia went their separate ways - he joining Renegade Wing, she joining General Hera Syndulla's group for the time being - though they sought to keep their relationship intact and agreed to take some personal time together in the coming months.

Ultimately, the destruction of the Second Death Star was proof that what the Alliance was doing was worth the cost. With a newfound sense of hope, Andrew continues to fighter for the Alliance and its ideals to restore the Republic with Renegade Wing.




Platinum Supernova









2nd Lieutenant Mim "Flip" Benetasch

Rogue 4

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

Technical Specialty Trained Gymnast
Combat Specialty Dogfighting
Side Arm Standard issue blaster
Favorite Beverage Water
Physical Description Nautolan female, Age 21, 1.53m, 47.6 kg. Athletic and slight build, light purple skin that becomes pinkish at the tips of her head tentacles.


The Benetasch family were once known throughout the Galaxy, but by the time that Mim was born her parents had lost it all. She was told that in her past her family had traveled from planet to planet, performing great feats of athletic prowess, such as trapeze and many other dangerous stunts. The Galaxy had grown tired of such performances, and now they had to find their way through other means: competition.

As she grew older, she came to recognize that her competitive, fiery spirit was probably the only positive thing that she had inherited from her father. He drove her like no other person would, from the young age of three until thirteen when she entered the competitive circuit. She proved decent enough, never winning but never in the bottom either. She excelled in the Floor Exercise, where she felt that she could leave all the pressure behind.

By the time she was sixteen, her father began to doubt her. As he grew older, he became sicker, and more bitter. He'd devoted what had been left of his life for his daughter, and she wasn't meeting the expectations he'd set upon her. It pushed her. It pushed her hard. Harder towards his goal, towards her goal, and yet further from him.

A year later, it was all within reach. She was on her way to Imperial Center to compete for the Galactic Gold Medal when her transport was detained by an Imperial Inspection. When they finally reached her and her father they were pulled aside and told that they should turn back. When her father refused, he was beaten to death. Then they turned to her.

Mim would awaken four years later. Alderaan destroyed, the Galaxy in open revolt. She wanted to join them but her body had become atrophied. It took the better part of two years to regain her strength, though she is still striving to return to the peak form she'd been in before the accident. She now bears a scar on her forehead from where she was struck over and over until left in a coma.

She's decided she wants to fight back against the Empire and joined Starfighter Command, spending the last few months training to join Renegade Wing, starting shortly after the Battle of Endor. She's proven to have sharp reflexes and to be quite bloodthirsty when going after the kill, albeit her shy, quiet demeanor outside of the cockpit. Because of the lost time, she feels like a fish out of water sometimes.









1st Lieutenant Nick "Jasted" Finelli

Rogue 5

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

Technical Specialty Prototype Starfighter Testing
Combat Specialty Intercept and Destroy
Side Arm Merr-Sonn Model 47 Special
Favorite Beverage L.I. Ice Tea
Physical Description Human male, age 39 standard, 1.80m, 75kg, brown hair, brown eyes


The news of rebels destroying the Empire's mighty Death Star hit the galaxy like a giant hammer. Imperial forces were at a new low, their morale even lower. With most of the Empire's top officers killed with one lucky shot by a mysterious farm boy, a new wave of commanders were promoted, one of which being the father of Nick Finelli.

Nick, being in a strict military family, had no friends outside of the military academy he attended. He was taught basic Imperial combat and did very poorly in education because he was constantly questioning Imperial views. As he got older he took up training in TIE fighter simulators, which he enjoyed much more then any of his other studies. However, he never understood what the Empire's purpose was in the galaxy.

His father was a tyrant. He was in command of a patrol squad that controlled the docking bays of Mantooine, in the Atrivis Outer Rim. Nick was constantly told that the Imperial Navy was his future and this eventually drove him mad. After graduating, in the lower end of his class, a hatred of his father began and depression filled his mind. The day that Nick was to be shipped off to the Star Destroyer Ravage he made a decision to run away from his future life in the Imperial Navy.

He found a job as a copilot on the transport called Nighthawk. This freighter was known for carrying supplies all over the galaxy and was heavily watched by Imperial eyes. The captain, John Ralt, never fully trusted Nick because of his time with the Empire. This left Nick with the feeling that he was constantly being monitor by other crewmembers.

The Nighthawk had to make a delivery to a military Strike Cruiser and immediately Finelli believed they were delivering for pirates. The freighter met up with the cruiser and docked with it to make the transaction. To his surprise the cruiser was not a pirate vessel but a rebel ship. He had never seen an Alliance cruiser or fighter in his life, besides in the simulator. Finelli explored the Strike Cruiser, Wave Runner II and learned that this was home of Gray Squadron.

Exploring the ship he bumped into the XO of the Gray's, Axel "Luxo" Glez. The two began a conversation, discussing Galactic War politics and Finelli told Luxo of his time on Mantooine. In exchange, Glez revealed a side of the Empire that Finelli had wondered about, but had never seen. From that conversation, Finelli decided that the Alliance was the place for him. Luxo took the young pilot to the simulator, and decided that Finelli's specific place was behind the stick of a Gray Squadron starfighter.

Finelli's time with Gray Squadron as Gray 5 was lengthy, where he tested many prototype starfighters for the Alliance Research and Development program. When the Squadron was asked to help in the evacuation of the Arconis sector because of an Imperial strike force invasion, he and his fellow pilots fought bravely, saving hundreds of civilians and Alliance personnel. After the evacuation of Arconis, Gray and Blue squadrons took the sector back in a later campaign, leaving Gray with heavy casualties. The surviving members helped reform the battered squadron, making it more structured and organized.

Alliance Starfighter Command noticed Finelli's above normal piloting skills and contacted Gray's commanding officers, recommending he be transferred from the Outer Rim Territory. It did pain him to think of leaving behind the Wave Runner II and Gray Squadron, but Finelli agreed that flying with a squadron more on the offense then on defense would be a greater help to the Alliance's cause. A request for a transfer was sent to Starfighter Command. During the waiting period Finelli heard that a good friend aboard the freighter Nighthawk had been slain by a pirate ambush, and thus Nick changed his call sign to honor him. When the transfer was approved Finelli left the Wave Runner II behind and was sent to the Mon Calamari Star Cruiser Liberty, where his assignment is classified.











Major Tony "Thanatos" Marco

Rogue 6, Squadron XO

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

Technical Specialty Starfighter Maintenance
Combat Specialty X-Wing Intercept/Recon pilot
Side Arm Standard issue blaster
Favorite Beverage Full Throttle
Physical Description Human male, age undeclared, 2m, 73kg, brown hair, brown eyes

Nov 6, 2021 - Record Holder - Spectre Capital Ship Challenge - 3:52
First Place- Corsair Squadron AI Kills Challenge- 111 Kills
Jun 5, 2022 - First Place - Rogue Capital Ship Challenge - -2:41


Tony was the son of a minor elected official who, with his wife, lived in the Imperial City on Coruscant. Growing up so close to the Imperium, Tony was exposed to a very distorted view of the Empire, where Star Destroyers were viewed as an extravagant means to protect the galaxy against the reckless terrorists know as the Alliance.

Most of his young life was spent in private political schools, where he was expected to dedicate himself to the future of the "glorious" Empire. But he cared little for politics, as he was only interested in piloting a starfighter. Much of his free time was spent studying the statistics of the Imperial TIE Fighter and its various counterparts.

Once for his birthday, his father made arrangements for Tony to visit an actual fighter bay aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer. There he was allowed inside the cockpit of a TIE Fighter and a TIE Interceptor. Weeks later, while waiting in his father's office for him to return from a meeting, Tony accessed his father's Imperial HoloNet terminal when he saw a very disturbing image. He saw a recording of a "police" action wherein five Star Destroyers completely obliterated a colony on the Outer Rim. He saw uncensored footage of hundreds of innocent citizens standing in a city street, many pleading for mercy, others shrieking with fear as Imperial AT-ATs began firing ruthlessly into the crowd.

Unsettled, Tony asked his father to explain. His father was very agitated and told him that the entire incident was "staged", nothing more than propaganda from the Rebels who were trying to make the Empire appear to be the aggressors. But his father too seemed shaken by the recording and Tony got the feeling that his father did not believe the story about a "staged incident" even as he told it to him.

Later that same year, when the Imperial Senate was disbanded and the political side of the Imperial government was torn asunder, Tony's family fell on hard times. His father objected to the Senate's dissolution and ran afoul of the Emperor's secret police. This left Tony's family in poverty. All of their possessions and rank were taken away and they found themselves having to survive with the scum that infested the lower levels of Imperial City. Shortly thereafter, rumors began to spread about the destruction of Alderaan and Grand Moff Tarkins "Rule by Fear" doctrine.

His mother fell ill and was residing in a fourth-rate medical center when his father mysteriously disappeared. Tony suspected foul play at the hands of Imperial agents and stayed constantly by his mother's side. As her life signs began to fail she told him of a hidden stash of credits and supplies that she and his father had put aside years ago. It just might be enough to take him off the planet. After her ensuing death Tony managed to retrieve the hidden cache his mother had told him about. Contained therein were a blaster, several dehydrated food packs, ten thousand credits and a few personal momentos from his parents lives. He then made off with his newfound belongings and hired a smuggler to get him off the planet.

After knocking around the Outer Rim for months, Tony was approached by a casual drinking acquaintance and attended a meeting of those unsympathetic with the Empire. In time he was asked to join the Rebel Alliance. His casual friend turned out to be the Leader of the famous Gold Squadron, who put Tony through a grueling simulator training course at Comstock Base, the hidden home of Gold. During his pilot training Tony became acquainted with the rest of Gold Squadron, and signed on with them.

As time progressed, Tony honed his skills and became one of Gold's most skilled pilots. After six months in service he was promoted and became a flight leader. While in his seventh month, he decided to petition for a transfer to the legendary Rogue Squadron. He was then accepted into Rogue and made a new home on the Calamari Star Cruiser Liberty.

















1st Lieutenant Brennan "Rainman" Roth

Rogue 8

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

Technical Specialty Communications Systems Mechanic
Combat Specialty Starfighter Intercept/Escort, Communications, Sniper
Side Arm A-180 Blaster in sidearm or sniper configuration
Favorite Beverage Donovian Sunshine
Physical Description Human male, age 35 standard, 1.77 meters, 77 kg, brown hair with gray, hazel eyes


Brennan was born on the rainy planet Donovia. As a young boy he enjoyed hunting food with his father in the local forests and listening to the miners and pilots trying to one-up each other with their stories in the cantinas of the local space port. The miners spoke of the vast and dangerous world underground in the planet's massive mines. The pilots spoke of the even more vast and dangerous world of space and the galaxy's other planets. Brennan also enjoyed the fact that both sets of workers gave his father respect and regularly bought him drinks. His father was one of the planet's "rainmen", mechanics charged with repairing and maintaining the giant signal towers high above the surface of the planet in the constant downpour. The complex signal towers were critical to communications in the planet's constant rainfall allowing the mining traffic of giant freighters to run smoothly to and from the planet, greasing the wheels of the planet's economy.

Following in the footsteps of his grandfather and his father, after his primary schooling he took an apprenticeship with the Rainmen's Guild. Along with learning the communications and mechanical systems, the job required proficiency in marksmanship to protect his fellow rainmen from the myriad flying predatory animals on the planet. Working on the signal towers required the use of enormous hoods to keep the rain out of the workers faces and off of the sensitive equipment once the access panels were removed. With their hoods up, they had no peripheral vision so others were required to provide overwatch at distance and from concealment. The skills he learned hunting for food with his father served him well in this capacity, allowing him to concentrate for hours at a time while lying still and protecting his co-workers. This is also where he first learned to pilot a craft, as the rainmen used both the T-16 Skyhopper and the standard civilian version of the T-47 airspeeder to ferry workers and parts to the signal towers.

Because of its affiliation with the Mining Guild, Donovia became part of the Seperatist Movement in 24 BBY, seceding from the Galactic Republic. During the Seperatist Crisis (as it came to be known) the economy on Donovia suffered from the conflict and several rainmen left the planet hopping aboard freighters heading offworld for better economic prospects. The situation continued to worsen when the Seperatist Movement was eventually crushed by the formation of the First Galactic Empire. Life under Imperial rule was not easy for Brennan and his family. The government seized control of the Rainmen's Guild and the members who were left were forced to do the dangerous work of many with little pay. Brennan's father died while working on a signal tower under orders from the local governor who was more concerned with the flow of product than the safety of the shorthanded team of mechanics.

Resenting the brutal rule of the Empire for the death of his father, Brennan convinced a Bothan trader and freighter captain he knew, *NAME REDACTED*, to smuggle him off-world in his ship. The Bothan had been working a profitable side business smuggling people, goods, and information to and from the planet along with the shipments he was moving from the mine. As the smuggling business became more profitable he decided to expand his business, which was now based on the nearby world of Hali, purchasing a larger freighter, hiring additional crew, and leaving the mining industry altogether. Brennan was initially hired to design and maintain the group's communications systems, as well as being a general mechanical hand and providing sniper overwatch for their more dangerous meetings. Eventually, a pair of surplus Z-95 Headhunters were purchased to fly escort in the event of pirates or Imperial Inspection. Brennan, being familiar with the controls due to their similarity with the Incom T-16 and T-47s he had flown as a rainman, became one of the group's most reliable escort pilots.

Due to the clandestine nature of the business he was in, Brennan eventually fell in with the Rebel Alliance. Wishing for a more direct way to contribute to the struggle against the oppressive Galactic Empire, he left *NAME REDACTED*'s operation and joined the Alliance as an escort pilot shortly before the Battle of Yavin eventually being assigned to Red Squadron for a short time. He was flying one of his first escort missions for the Alliance when the First Death Star attacked the Alliance base on Yavin. The Alliance lost many good pilots in the Battle of Yavin and, as a result, had an immediate need to replace them. Brennan, now using the callsign "Rainman", requested assignment to Corsair Squadron after it's eventual creation, aboard the CRS Liberty because of his experience with escort, interception, and reconnaissance. After a time flying with Corsair Squadron, he was reassigned to Buccaneer Squadron and was eventually reassigned again to *REDACTED*.

Rainman disappeared while on leave shortly before the battle of Endor.

* NR-00421CE-05















CAPT Roy 'Lock' Callahan

Rogue Nine

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

Technical Specialty Covert Operations, Petty Crime
Combat Specialty Commando, Pararescue/Extraction
Side Arm Merr-Sonn Type CC Blaster Pistol
Favorite Beverage The local brew
Physical Description 187 cm; athletic build; white hair, brown eyes; 30 year old human male from Corellia


Born on Corellia to a middle income family, Roy's early childhood was uneventful for the most part. His parents worked for one of the largest shipyards on the planet and Corellia was mostly unaffected by the Clone Wars. After the Clone Wars, however, the Empire imposed its presence on the planet and bought out the shipyards Roy's parents worked at. What was a middle class family soon became a low income household, and they soon found themselves evicted from their home. In his early teens Roy fell in with a bad crowd and started stealing speeder bikes. When he was eventually caught by Imperial authorities, he was given the choice between a one way ticket to Kessel or joining the Imperial Academy.

He did well in the Academy, getting high marks, and was finally interested in higher education, having his eyes on a career in Archaeology, before he was recruited into Imperial Flight School. It was here that he received his call sign, Lock, for being so hardheaded and single minded at times, like a missle that was locked on. At the age of nineteen he graduated as a TIE Fighter pilot.

After bouncing from unit to unit for a few tours of duty, Lock eventually found himself recruited into Imperial Commando Extraction Squadron, or ICE Squadron, a specialized airborne commando unit specializing on sneaking behind enemy lines and extracting Imperial assets. Though he excelled in this field, Lock began to see more and more of the darker side of the Empire and things he was ordered to do didn't sit well with him… but what was he supposed to do? Go back to the neighborhood he'd grown up in in Corellia? Become a smuggler? He managed to stick it out a little while longer until he met her.

She was an Imperial Agent who had gone through so many modifications that she had forgotten who she really was. Though brainwashed to serve the Emperor, she was becoming increasingly unhappy with what she saw and attempted suicide--only to be saved by Lock. A small romance blossomed between the two and eventually they formulated a plan to get away from the Empire. For the purpose of this, Lock made contact with a Rebel Agent who promised to help in exchange for their help--he needed Lock to plant a bomb in the Command center. Lock struggled with this but she did not; she simply did what had to be done and amidst the carnage, they were smuggled out by the Agent.

Over the next year, they went from planet to planet as fugitives. Somehow the Empire continued tracking them down, over and over, until she realized that they were tracking her hardware. Letting herself get caught, she once again used a bomb to free Lock from the clutches of the Empire. Devastated, Lock turned to heavy drinking.

It wasn't long before the Rebellion found him and he discovered a way to get back at the Empire. He started out in a Y-Wing Squadron, where he met his good friend Dirr “Jet” Sol, a fellow Corellian. After a fairly disastrous mission in which only he and Jet survived, Lock was reassigned to Rainworld, a hidden rebel starfighter training base, where he met Frosty, a future close friend, and Gremlin, a future protege. Jet would return, informing him that the Rebels had decided to form a Squadron out of the Cadets and Jet wanted Lock to be his XO. Bantha Squadron's first mission was a disaster, where Jet himself was killed. The remaining pilots would be transferred into the newly minted Red Squadron under the command of a mandalorian mercenary named Flash.

Battle after battle would decimate Red over and over again, but slowly it forged battle hardened pilots. Red found itself receiving members from the Rancors, an elite Commando unit, and cross training began. The Reds eventually became a force to be reckoned with and for nearly four years Lock lead them into battle though to the loose organization of the Rebellion, and the clandestine nature of Red's activities, they were most and unsung, anonymous group of fighters and rarely received any sort of acclamaides or recognition--which is why Lock never rose above the rank of Brevet Captain (or in his words, a glorified Lieutenant--enough clout to order around other Lieutenants but still have to shut his mouth around real Captains). In any case, it wasn't a very big deal to him and his pilots wouldn't give a damn how many pips were on his collar anyways.

Shortly before the Battle of Endor, Red was disbanded and divided into Wedge's Red and Lando's Gold Squadrons. Though they proved their worth in the Battle, Starfighter Command decided to reallocate resources into Renegade Wing, where Lock found his new home.













Captain Kell "Dragon" Arcfire

Rogue 10 - Tactical Officer

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; [classified].
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

Record Holder - Spectre Capital Ship Challenge - 3:49

First Place - Buccaneer Capital Ship Challenge - 3:59
Record Holder - Buccaneer Capital Ship Challenge - 3:59

First Place - Sabre Capital Ship Challenge - 7:57
Record Holder - Sabre Capital Ship Challenge - 7:40


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."




Platinum Supernova









2nd Lieutenant Bronte "Cyclops" Steropes

Rogue 11

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

Technical Specialty Astrogation
Combat Specialty Cool Calm and Pursuit Tactics
Side Arm BlasTech DL-22
Favorite Beverage Corellian Whiskey
Physical Description Duros Male, Age 32, Slight build, Weight 82 kg, Height 1.8 m, Red eye. Bluish-gray skin, missing left eye that is always covered with a nerf hide patch that wraps around his head.


Cyclops hails from the planet Duro, and considered himself and those born on the motherworld of their species as the "true Duros" and thus better than those born in space or on one of the colonies. He felt this way because those of his species that survive their occupied homeworld seemed to be stronger and tougher than their softer colonial brethren.

Like most of his species, he took to the stars at an early age and inherited his species' inherent skill with astrogation and navigation. While not a pathfinder blazing new hyperspace runs, he was able to think on the fly about the best possible path to take to avoid hazards while getting to his destination in the shortest possible time with the lowest risk.

This skill naturally led him to running a single freighter shipping operation that made him moderately wealthy. While he could have made himself obscenely rich by moving spice or other illicit cargoes for the Hutts or other unsavory characters, he chose to stay on the straight and narrow and only carry legitimate shipping contracts.

This distinction was unfortunately lost on an overzealous Imperial patrol captain that mistook him for a fugitive smuggler. No amount of persuasion or offers to allow himself to be boarded could convince the xenophobic officer to call off the attack, and Cyclops lost his left eye when an instrument panel erupted and sent shrapnel into his facial area.

Satisfied that the ship was dead, the Imperials left Cyclops and his freighter to float into a nearby planetoid. However, Cyclops had managed to lay in his escape course before the nav console blew up, so he jumped to hyperspace in full view of the Imperial just to rub it in his face that his mistaken quarry had survived and bolted.

The moment he offloaded his cargo and received payment, he made it his mission to search out the Rebel Alliance so he could pay the Empire back in spades for this latest in a long line of injustices stretching back to the occupation of his homeworld early in the Emperor's reign.

He linked up with a rather ruthless Rebel cell, and it fit him just fine as they waged as close to a total war against the Empire as their small numbers could. It merely amounted to a small splinter in the paw of the Empire, so Cyclops sought a bigger unit to serve with so he could contribute even more to the total annihilation of the fascist regime.

Cyclops is a very haughty individual, and many beings either love him or hate him instantly. Supremely competitive, he often turns something so mundane as breakfast into some sort of contest or challenge, often trying to flip his breakfast through the air to catch it in his mouth (to varying degrees of success). He also is quite the prankster, translating incorrectly intentionally to cause misunderstandings between pilots of different species and spiking their food with extremely hot sauces and spices when they aren't paying attention.

He doesn't take to following orders easily, especially if the orders are to disengage when he has so many targets under his guns. He has been admonished time and time again for abandoning his wingmen to go after the best Imperial pilot on the field. The only reason he hasn't been drummed out of the service completely is that more often than not the target he chooses to chase ends up exploding, though he's been busted down from higher ranks multiple times. The fact that he's survived these ego-fueled duels despite multiple enemies attempting to shoot him has lent an air of luck to his reputation.

Despite his cocky hotshot reputation that is well deserved, he respects competent leaders and is loyal to his squadmates to a fault once he trusts them. More than once he's ignored the orders to retreat or attack a different target to try and keep a squadmate in peril alive. That said, he will do whatever it takes to prove he is the best pilot in the system, be it killing the best Imperials or showing up his allies. He has the unquenchable urge to always be the best in the sky, and is determined to pay back all Imperials in spades for taking his eye.













2nd Lieutenant Zynnadi "Bearcat"

Rogue 12

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

Technical Specialty Tracking and Reconnaissance
Combat Specialty ACM and Interception
Side Arm WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol
Favorite Beverage Green Milk Cooler
Physical Description Cathar Male, 18 years old, 1.8 meters tall, 105 kg, muscular build with dreadlocked white mane and light brown colored fur and yellow eyes. A hairless scar traces over his left eye across the bridge of his nose and into the middle of his right cheek.


Bearcat hails from the savannah-like planet Cathar, where his species originated. Having been almost hunted to extinction by Mandalorians, his species has a severe distrust for them. During the age of the Empire, his people had resettled their homeworld and again began to look outward at the events of the galaxy with a wary eye.

Many chose to remain behind with their mates to continue the important work of repopulating their planet, but Bearcat looked outward. Inspired by the ancient tree carvings that showed the great achievements of his species in the galaxy at large, he decided to follow in their footsteps and make his own destiny. He left home with his littermate Dhina and one treasure, a WESTAR-34 blaster pistol that the Mandalorian Jango Fett had made famous. To make it more his own, he fashioned a wooden grip from a small part of his ancestral tree with his claws, making it look oddly cobbled together when coupled with the otherwise chrome material.

Bearcat happened to fall into the New Republic military when his sister Dhina declared her intentions to join and he did not wish for her to take on the dangerous occupation alone. Initially, he intended to follow in the same branch as she did, but his reflexes drew the attention of a veteran pilot on leave at the time visiting friends in the recruitment center on Chandrila.

The pilot put Bearcat into a sim pod, and after learning the basics of flight, he soon began to excel with his heightened twitch reflexes and anticipatory hunting instincts. The only blemish against him was his almost single-minded pursuit of targets, often leading to him being pulled into unfavorable positions or losing escort objectives due to his lack of overall awareness.

Still, his scores were good enough to enter the accelerated flight training program, where he continued to work on his target fixation problem and improve his overall performance. His rolling "r's" in basic sound more like a low growl, which led the other pilots in the training program to call him "Bearcat" when coupled with his size and the appearance of his species.

He was reluctant to leave his sister behind in another branch of the military, but she urged him to follow his heart and make his own mark on the galaxy. His only goal now is to make a name for himself so one day there will be a carving detailing his exploits on his ancestral tree back on Cathar.