Alder Gocti was an unnamed baby Anzat on his way to be delivered to a very wealthy collector of exotic galactic species. Fortunately for Alder, the ship he was in suffered an engine malfunction and crash-landed on planet Araka, located in the Outer Rim. No one survived the accident, except Alder.
The first to arrive on the crash site was a man named Rann Gocti, an ex-Imperial Demolitionist and Tech expert who served the Empire as an assassin—until his family was taken hostage and brutally murdered because he refused to spill more blood in the name of a decrepit psychopath who fancied himself a deity.
Rann, who became a monk to atone for his past sins, and more recently a marshal of sorts to help protect his town, briefly considered a mercy-killing when he saw the brain-eating baby Anzat, but decided against it. He knew the Anzat were considered monsters, yet something in his gut made him spare the little one. Rann then vowed he would not let this one turn into a monster, nature be damned. He named the boy Alder after his grandfather, a man he deeply respected.
Through fifty long years, Rann trained Alder. He passed all of his skills to the boy, as well as his spiritual knowledge, and helped him refine them. Rann was stern, but fair, as a father, always reminding Alder of the importance of discipline, meditation, focus, and willpower, as well as the horrific consequences of laxity. The most important lesson Rann taught his son was: no innocents.
Dutifully, and meticulously to a fault, Alder followed his father's teachings, never straying from the path laid out for him. He learned how to extract the "soup" from corpses, how to add to it, and how to preserve it. Not once did Alder kill an innocent to feed, always preferring to go hungry over giving in.
When Alder reached the age of 47, the Empire finally caught up with Rann. There was a brutal battle, in which Alder, Rann, and the local militia took up arms against the Imperials. Alder snuck behind enemy lines and turned the Imperial commander to goo with a well-placed bomb. The defenders won, but the price of victory was high. Rann suffered a mortal wound during the battle, and wasn't long for this world when Alder returned. Rann's final words to Alder were: I'm proud of you, Alder. You've learned well. Never forget. No innocents. My time is almost up. Now feed, my son, and I'll be with you, always.
For the first time in his life, Alder cried. With the tears came rage, with rage came unbound white-hot hatred for the Empire. Alder left Araka that night, and from that point forward he dedicated his life to hunting down and slaughtering Imperial troops, feeding on their "soup" and storing the excess for times of scarcity.
Alder always adhered to his father's teachings, and became a boogeyman of sorts among certain circles of the Empire. No one ever caught up to him. Those who might have, were already dead.
During a hunt in Coruscant, Alder saved the life of a woman who served as a black-ops agent for the New Republic. Having seen some of Alder's handiwork in action, particularly the controlled demolition of an Imperial garrison, as well as his evident hatred for the Empire, she suggested he should join the New Republc, as they were looking for capable soldiers to fill commando roles. After some thought, Alder agreed, and soon after completing boot camp he found himself aboard a shuttle headed towards the CRS Vigilant.
Alder spent the trip in deep meditation, where only two words manifested in his mind: NO INNOCENTS.