Bio:

They called him the Savage, and since they likely would never be able to pronounce his real name he eventually started going by the moniker. He was born on what he would later learn was an unknown world deep in the uncharted regions. He knew its name of course, but it never did him any good when he looked at the star charts so there was never any point bringing it up.

He'd been taken captive by intrepid Trandoshan slavers who had set out on an expedition into Unknown Space in search of exotic new slaves for their deranged markets. He'd been told the stories by the elders of course. He knew that many lives ago his people had come to this planet in the great ships that now lay in ruins to the north, but all he'd really known up until that point was the land and the trees. The lakes, rivers, and forests of his home world had been all he knew of the Galaxy. It was quite a shock to be taken into stars he had only ever seen from the comfort of his village. But, he was not without hope, as he had been trained in his people's martial arts since he was old enough to count his fingers. For his people were always raiding one another, and it was tradition for everyone in his society to learn to defend themselves with and without weapons.

Fortuitously, upon nearing the Outer Rim the Trandoshan ship was attacked by pirates. In the resulting chaos he was able to kill one of his captors with naught more than the chains around his wrists and a sufficiently bad attitude. By the time the boarding party found him he had managed to kill two more of his would be slavers and had only been hampered in his pursuit of blood and vengeance by his incomprehension if the ships door panels which refused to open to him despite his creative cursing and occasional kicking.

The Pirates didn't speak his language, or care to, but they recognized the skill it took to take down Trandoshans while unarmed. They referred to him as the Savage. Both due to his origins and his furious fighting style. He slowly began to grasp Basic, and quickly began to grasp the new weapons technology. It wasn't long before he held a prominent position on the boarding crew. He was trained in their boarding tactics and taught the basics of space flight. Every boarding party member was expected to have some experience with the shuttle craft they used to overtake enemy ships, and the training came in handy sooner than he would have liked.

They were prowling a hyperspace lane coming out of the Corporate Sector utilizing a privateer charter given by a minor lord in a neighboring system who had recently declared themselves to be part of the Rebellion. The Corporate Sector authority had so far shown themselves to be lightly armed, yet heavily loaded. Through their recent piratical raids it was looking like they'd be able to lay low with their riches sooner rather than later, but they had underestimated their quarry.

The meteorite they had drug into the hyperspace lane pulled out a large transport ship, and they had thought they'd hit it big. It put up little resistance as they shot down its shield and jammed its comms, and the boarding party was underway. Yet, they had been fooled. After the Savage and his fellow boarders blew their way through the airlock they were drawn into the ship chasing down retreating crew members and were lead straight into a Stormtrooper ambush at a hallway junction. The Savage and his boarding party opened fire immediately, but they were outgunned and were quickly flanked by the adjacent hallway. It was clear they had to retreat. They fought their way back to the ship, but were cut off by another group of Stormtroopers. The fight was furious, the kind of fight that only happens when you have a group of highly skilled killers trapped with their backs against the wall.

Bloodied and singed, the Savage was the only pirate to make his way back to the shuttle. He immediately disengaged from the transport ship hull only to realize the full scope of the trap set for him and his crew. Empty cargo containers were languidly floating away through space to reveal the hidden docking bays they had been concealing. One look at his fleeing ship covered in Imperial Tie Fighters was all he needed to piece together what had been secreted in those bays. He knew his captain had no choice to abandon him and his fellow crewman aboard the enemy ship, but it still tore at his heart. That pirate ship had been his only home since he had been taken from his homeworld. Even as he pulled away from the transport ship he saw his home amongst the stars engulfed in flames with huge streams of vapor shooting out in geysers as the hull was breached and crew members pulled out into the devouring void. He wasn't certain if he was the last surviving pirate or not.

One thing was for certain though, he would never be a captive again. He was mentally preparing himself to go down in a blaze of glory when the unthinkable happened. His long range sensors suddenly lit up with new contacts, a squadron of X-wings had appeared seemingly from nowhere. His relief was short lived however as the TIE fighters apparently decided to finish mopping up the last remaining pirate ship before engaging the rebels, and unfortunately for him he was that last remaining pirate ship. His shuttle had no armaments, but it was agile and heavily shielded. He used every evasive maneuver he knew, and a few he was pretty sure were just blind luck mixed with adrenaline and the liquor he had stashed under the pilot's seat in case of emergency. His little shuttle was hammered repeatedly by the faster TIE Fighters, but even after his shields were taken down he was able to hold his craft just outside of the Imperial targeting sights. He couldn't be sure, but from his frantic looks at his sensors he thought one of the X-wing pilots even used his half crazed maneuvers as a distraction to blast a TIE fighter from a blind spot he had inadvertently created in a debris field. Who could say for sure though in the chaos of the space battle.

He would later learn that the Corporate Sector Authority had been lax in its security protocols and had transmit their request for Imperial assistance with their pirate problem on an older encryption that the Rebellion had already cracked. Normally the Rebellion wouldn't care to intervene, but the Transport in question had been conveying a hefty payroll of hard credits from the Corporate Sector directly to an Imperial garrison world to bolster the local Moff's recruitment efforts in his bid to regain his footing against the Rebel offensive in his sector. It had been ripe pickings for the Rebel command. Let the pirates act as a distraction and swoop in to take the Imperials unawares, even the Savage couldn't blame their tactics.

As the sole surviving pirate he was picked up after the battle and submitted to polite questioning given the vaguely useful role he had played in the battle. After some initial confusion given his heavily accented basic, and general lack of understanding about any governing bodies, Rebel or otherwise, he was able to relate that his late Captain had been working under a lawful Privateer Charter and therefore he hadn't been doing anything illegal at the time when the X-Wing squadron happened upon his unfortunate Imperial entanglement. Further questions about his crew's other activities received less straight forward answers. His questioners quickly realized he would lapse into some unintelligent speech and conveniently forget Basic when asked about raids against non Imperial or Corporate Sector ships in the sector.