Fandom Star Wars: Renegade Squadron CS

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:

Homeworld:

Sex: (You know what this is, right?)

Orientation: (Straight, gay, bi, etc.)

Age: (Must be at least 18)

Designation: (Red One, Red Two, etc.)

Rank: (Commander of below, only one Commander per Group, which is the One (So Red One, Green One, etc.)

Appearance: (Written or image, I'd prefer any art to be semi-realistic, so no anime)

Ship: (Image of the ship, plus any modifications/quirks)

Astromech: (If a Y-Wing or X-Wing pilot)

Personality: (Brief, long, etc.)

Background: (How did they become a pilot? What was their life like before they joined the Alliance? Why did they join?)

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Cen Alder

Homeworld: Corellia

Sex: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: 27

Designation: Red One

Rank: Commander, Squadron Lead

Appearance:



Ship: IncomCorp T-65B X-Wing, with modifications to improve overall control, as well as improved shields and laser cannons. It is quite well worn, but Cen makes sure to do regular maintenance on it, meaning it's quite reliable compared to many other Rebel starfighters.



Astromech: R5-F7:
A stubborn little trash can, Arfive is Cen's trusted companion, well versed in helping fly a starship. Arfive has never had a memory wipe since Cen has owned the Droid, meaning that it's quite...unique. It will only listen to Cen, and even then can be quite sassy with it's friend.



Personality: As a former Imperial, Cen is incredibly disciplined and careful. He never goes into a situation without some kind of plans, and he expects his men to follow orders. He normally doesn't show much emotion, being incredibly professional and proper. While normally logical and objective, Cen can be quite compassionate and empathetic. His ability to see things some someone else's perspective is both a strength and a weakness, with Cen both being able to understand his opponents, but also growing...attached to them, in a way.

Background: Cen comes from the prestigious Alder family of Corellia, a family known for their military service and dedication to the Corellian shipyard industry. The family grew quite rich after the establishment of the New Order, and thus became staunchly loyal to the Empire. Cen was among them, though he was always a curious boy, always nosing through history and philosophy, never content with a simple answer. By the time he was sixteen, thus old enough to join the Naval Academy, he already formed his own opinions. While the Empire could be quite brutal and despotic, it was the best chance the Galaxy had, and that perhaps if Cen served bravely enough, he'd rise through the ranks enough to change the Empire itself. These were the foolish dreams of a foolish boy, and they were soon abandoned for stark cynicism. The Academy wasn't a place of higher learning, where the Empire taught cooperation with your comrades and loyalty to the Empire. It was a Darwinian nightmare, where cheating and backstabbing was not only tolerated, but encouraged. Cen used his incredible mind to succeed, and eventually graduated at the top of his class. For the next several years, he served as a TIE Pilot, commanding a small squadron responsible for protecting an important trade route. It was these years that defined Cen. The brutality and corruption of the Empire convinced the man that the Empire, despite it's ideals, was just as rotten and decrepit as the Republic. Thusly, he began feeding intel to a small Rebel cell in the area. He would join them, but Cen was convinced that the Empire was invincible, unbreakable. He was only feeding this information out of a moral obligation. But then the Death Star happened. It's destruction pf Alderaan, and it's own destruction had convinced Cen that the Empire could be beaten. His intimate knowledge of his fighter and Imperial military doctrine made him realize just how flawed the Tarkin Doctrine was, and he soon defected to the Alliance. After a few years, he became the Commander of Renegade Squadron, a rag-tag fighter squadron known for pulling off nearly impossible missions. After Hoth, however, they became responsible for simply slowing down the Empire during the Alliance's retreat by attack supply depots and naval yards.

 

[birdgeoisie]

Name: Armilok "Milo" Nevri

Homeworld: Irodonia

Sex: Cis female

Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 26

Designation: Blue Two

Rank: Sergeant

Appearance: A Zabrak, Milo has the distinctive horns of her kind- a series of six horns in a symmetrical pattern primarily on her forehead, with the penultimate horns over her eyes the longest. She stands at a rough 5'10, with a frame that shows distinct strength, but she's certainly no body-builder. Her face tattoos are thin, lighter lines in a simple pattern primarily focused around her eyes and mouth. When not seen in her flight jumpsuit, she can be found wearing earth tones and distinctive grey jacket with blue lining. She also carries a RSKF-44 heavy blaster pistol in a hip holster.

Ship: A standard RZ-1 A-wing, with minor modifications to the shielding and, of course, a custom paint job.

Personality: Milo is nice. Like, exceedingly so. Kind, patient and affable, Milo is a stark contrast to much of the cynicism that exists in this war-torn and oppressed galaxy. She wears her heart on her sleeve and wants to believe that most people are good, even if she knows that isn't necessarily true. Much like the stereotype of her race, Milo is stubborn and that only makes her kindness even more grating- she will break rules to aid even when it may seem impossible, or continually insert herself in a bitter person's life until they agree to be her friend. While she can certainly come across as immature because of her insistent kindness, Milo knows that even the smallest acts can go a long way in helping others. Too negative of a mindset can be detrimental to one's performance, or make them a poor team-player. So she's always willing to lend an ear or advice, if desired. This does mean that Milo usually ignores her own issues and negative emotions in order to keep up her facade, and keep up morale.

Milo is confident in her abilities- she's an expert shot and she's not stranger to boasting about that -and tends to be very optimistic. Some may even consider her insensitive, as she tends to joke about dark subjects, with a very morbid sense of humor.

Background: The Zabrak are a proud, stubborn and war-like species, which meant Milo spent her formative years training in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. Despite her schooling being tough, leaving her with a multitude of scars across her body, Milo always came home to a loving family. When the Empire reached Irodonia, the Zabrak were quick to put their foot down and refuse to fall under their rule. In fact, Milo's parents were instrumental to the planet allying with the Rebellion, rather than facing the Empire by their lonesome.

Milo was ingrained into rebellion from the Empire nearly since birth. As soon as she was able, Milo joined the Rebellion officially. Her first endeavors were, obviously, all centralized on her own planet. It was mostly ground combat and smuggling of either items or information across Irodonia's surface. It was through these missions that Milo got her first taste of flight. Actually, the first flight in a real starfighter that Milo took was as a copilot in a Y-wing- she has never actually flown in anything before. Sure, she had done some simulations, but really actually for real flying? Yeah, she sucked and nearly got the ship destroyed. Which only made her want to become the best. Zabrak are stubborn, after all. Perhaps, in Milo's case, pigheadedly irrational in her desire to succeed. She gradually got a chance more and more often to prove her flight skills, and her Captain discovered that her natural marksmanship and quick reaction time made her particularly adept in the more finnicky of ships. Pretty soon, she was out flying A-wings and transferred to Yavin to aid the Alliance even more beyond her own home.

 

[ONI]

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  Name: Musk Tamden
  Birth: Fondor, 49BBY | 30BFE - 52 Standard Years
  Orientation: Heterosexual Human Male
  Rank: Sergeant Major, Squadron Chief
  Designation: Red Two
  
  Equipment: Two Blurgg-1120 holdout blaster pistols are normally holstered to their person and an additional DH-17 blaster pistol is strapped to the inside of hiscockpit. Kept in the small cargo compartment and secured against bulkhead is a A280C blaster and a few thermal detonators.
  
  Starfighter: T-65B X-Wing Starfighter - matte grey base with fairly subtle red highlights making it barely distinguishable from a stock X-wing. Tuned strike-foils and break/bank sensitivity along with tweaked acceleration.
  
  Astromech: R3-Z8. A solid grey R3 unit with very little customisation but a relatively 'jovial' personality in comparison to it's owner.
• Personality: Considered hardcore even among much of the rebel ranks, a former Senate Commando that would, upon formation of the Empire, go onto become among the first few non-clones employed to help extinguish early sparks of rebellion. His demeanour is calmer and although they fight for a new banner not a single Imperial life is taken lightly. He might be a man who laughs or jokes (albeit rarely, living up to his rank) but it's obvious he isn't there to befriend. Some might call him a salty old man but it's more than that. One can be dedicated to a cause and yet not like some of the people they work with. Pushing the wrong buttons could end up with blasters pointed.
  
  Appearance: Darker skinned, black haired and stood rather tall at a height of six feet three inches with a weighty physique - muscular but long passed the days of being ripped now simply function over appeal - and an older, firmly bearded and brown eyed face marred by a perpetually blanker stare and peppering of scars. Often clad in the typical battle dress of ground forces though dons the necessary apparel to pilot when required.

[Hoist That Rag]​

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  Musk 'Muss' Tamden a former Senate Commando that would, upon formation of the Empire, go onto become among the first non-clones to join the ranks of Imperial Special Forces and and help mould it for the better (or worse depending on your side)
  
  Born on the freeworld of Fondor to a would be power couple in 49BBY; a Senatorial Aide (Plena Tamden) for a mother and Senate Guardsman (Jarrick Wasse) for a father it was no wonder he aspired to don the honourable blues. Their youngest years were unimportant, past the trial both his father and grandfathered pressed him to undertake there were little hardships. Where he had the option the live in luxury he chose to take the long path in hopes of living up to his fathers image.
  
  Long before the Clone Wars had even begun he was amongst candidates for the Blue Guard, young by all accounts, only 22 at the time, but by no means incapable - their position gained by familial connection but secured by prowess. Training was arduous but the ends justified the risks. They went on to serve honourably during the Clone Wars - putting themself in harms way frequently throughout it's duration to protect their charges - and did well to avoid the political scheming, far more interested in battle than politics. Once the Empire emerged from the Republic's ashes he didn't hesitate to protect the new realm, joining the new Imperial ranks but was ever sceptical of it's goal and ultimate purpose. Initially he served as a flight officer but was swiftly plucked from the line - considered a solid candidate for an early experimental phase of non-clone Special Forces - and become an instrumental piece in suppressing insurrection.
  
  Lieutenant Tamden's career stagnated as he fought for his men and not the Emperor's satisfaction, believing that despite having been voted into power the man's drastic unfounded changes were more trouble than help, but unlike most their disillusioning didn't come from a greater clash of morals - while a forgiving, compassionate, generally good natured Imperial they served loyally and lead their subordinates effectively in crushing fires of rebellion - instead it grew from a type-clash. Viewing their officer peers to be far too foolish for their own good. Wanton destruction and carelessness were things he neither cared for nor appreciated. Musk kept the disdain for his peers behind closed doors but it wasn't enough to stop him from catching the attention of leech-like Loyalty Officers.
  
  
  
  He was promptly disgraced, dismissed and incarcerated in 6BBY only to be released by Alliance commandos during a raid two years later - his time in wasn't without contemplation however, noting just how quick the Empire was to lock away a loyal man whilst self-serving and incompetent individuals were left to thrive. While it was only a familiar face that drove him to remain in league with the Alliance Forces he made a genuine effort to show compliance, but he was afforded no pleasantries, going through the rank-and-file of the Rebellion in harsher lands before he was deemed remotely trustworthy to be elevated.
  
  Since becoming one among their number he's been a valuable asset to the Rebellion like many truly dedicated to the cause, utilising skills taught to him by both the Republic and Empire to better serve the Alliance, when not conducting raids or striking out at Imperials they often participate in operations on alongside SpecOps soldiers despite their own firm protests or on behalf of Alliance Intelligence on a more ad hoc basis. As of late they've found themself increasingly more involved in the spatial engagements given the Rebellion's dire need for experienced pilots.

 

[MocaPoka]

Name: Neva MoonShadow

Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa

Sex: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 23

Designation: Blue 1

Rank: Lieutenant, Group Lead

Appearance:
On the surface Neva is an attractive human female, whose resting face denotes a kind and good natured young woman. People have often comment that she has a "doll like face." This appearance is often marred however by the almost constant look of anger, rage, or annoyance that masks her soft features. Many have made the mistake of assuming that Neva was a friendly individual during the few moments where they had happen to see her when she was relaxed. This mistake is quickly corrected by a glare and snarl usually.

Her skin is slightly tan, her build lean, and both her hair and eyes are a dark brown. She is often seen smoking a cigarra and wears rather revealing clothing considering she is almost always in space. She claims "That's just what happens when you grow up with Twileks."

Ship: A-Wing

Neva often boasts that she has the best maintained A-Wing in the galaxy. The notoriously maintenance-heavy fighter and lack of supplies by the Rebel Alliance was taken as a challenge to Neva. She has poured hundreds of hours and thousands of credits into her A-Wing. While there is nothing particularly specially modified about her A-Wing; it is one of the few with all the proper parts and maybe the only A-Wing in the Alliance that looks like its straight from the factory line. Neva has never experienced a break down or severe mechanical issue with her fighter; another point of great pride for her.

Personality:
Neva is best described as a woman who has a chip on her shoulder. Angry, disgruntled, and prideful; few people would say they enjoy her company. She has very few friends due to her personality; however the friends she does have she is fiercely protective over. Despite her foul nature in general, she is secretly very self-sacrificing; believing she is inherently a broken and terrible person; she would rather herself die than even a random stranger.

Neva's hobbies are all unhealthy. She is a chronic smoker, an avid drinker, and an incurable thrill seeker. She greatly enjoys her freedom and hates authority in general. When not maintaining her A-Wing or flying she drinks, smokes, or gets into fights; often with former Imperial members that joined the Rebels. Seeing the former Imperial Pilots and Troops as "annoying bucket heads, that need to stop telling me what to do! This isn't their stupid space boy scouts!"

Background:
Neva was born on the "Smuggler's Moon" or Nar Shaddaa. Sold to a cantina for a few credits by her parents; Neva has almost no memory of them. She doesn't even know what her family's last name was and took the cantina's name she grew up in for her own last. Her childhood was mostly spent doing odd jobs around the cantina such as cleaning, moving inventory, serving food and drinks, and repairing the random malfunctioning doors or lights.

Despite what most would consider harsh labor for a child and a dark grimy environment, Neva doesn't think of her upbringing as being bad "It made me tougher than a rancor with anger management issues." She in particular grew very attached to several of the Twilek dancers and servers who became as close to mother figures as she had ever known. As a teenage she developed a knack for repairing and racing swoop bikes; getting caught up in gangs and eventually the Rebels. She was one of several gang-members that were recruited by the Rebel Alliance to deliver weapons and supplies on various near-uninhabited worlds. Seeing it as a good opportunity to travel, make creds, and have fun she accepted her recruitment and began working for the Rebellion at 16.

Her first year in the Rebels was spent as a ground-side smuggler. She would be dropped off in the wild on some random world with a swoop bike and smuggled goods, and find a way to deliver the goods to Rebels in Imperial controlled cities. Having an impressive success rate, she was "promoted", officially joining the Rebellion and working as a mechanic on various ground and space vehicles. At 18 she was given an opportunity to pilot an X-Wing. Falling in love with flying and showing rare talent she was immediately transferred to a Y-Wing Squadron.

Flying for several years she has piloted Y-Wings, X-Wings, and finally A-Wings. Neva has achieved one of the highest kill counts in the Rebel Alliance, and has flown several "suicide missions." Despite these achievements her attitude and problems with authority have hindered her advancement in the Rebel Alliance. She has developed a reputation as being "difficult to work with" however, her natural talents and aggressive flying skills are undeniably major assets to the Rebel Alliance.

 

[geminiy]

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float:left; margin:5px; [/class] [div class=border3] [class=im3] height:111px; width:474px; float:left; margin:2px; color:#191970; [/class] [div class=im3][class=container1] width:494px; height:81px; margin:0px -0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000000; font-size:11px; font-family:Arial; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar1] width:105%; height:81px; float:left; margin:5px 5px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox1]width:92%; [/class] [div class=container1][div class=scrollbar1][div class=textbox1]Ria's personality has changed a lot since she was little. She went from playful and sweet to devoted and logical. She isn't cold, she is just focused. Ria is incredibly loyal to her fellows and considers them all family, although she rarely shows affection to them. Ultimately, being in one of the weakest ships in the crew means she needs to have trust in those around her to protect her.

In her a-wing, Ria is an absolute machine. She finds little joy in banter during work and is incredibly focused on the task at hand. Her reflexes are incredibly quick and she thinks well under pressure. Her mind is always five steps ahead (as much as possible that is) and is always working out possibilities of what could happen next. She works best when allowed to break away and fly on her own without the others slowing her down. However, Ria works well in the group as well and will follow orders without a word unless she thinks that there is a better or safer way to do the job.

On the ground and outside of work, Ria is not as tough and calculated as she is during battle or training. She isn't much of a talker and has a hard time expressing her emotions. She is quite introverted but still enjoys having a few drinks or slipping away for a bit to go for a run and burn off some steam. Ria is incredibly reliable as both a pilot and as a friend. If you need her, day or night, Ria is there for you 100%. Although she may not tell you outright that she cares, she is quick to show that she cares.

People often get the wrong idea about Ria, especially once they have learned that she smuggled and spied for many years before she was forced to join the Rebellion. Some think she is sneaky and not to be trusted while others think she is a thief. Ria ignores these allegations, knowing that those days are long behind her. Besides, if she messes up and the Rebellion finds out that she's crossed them again, who knows what will happen to her. All Ria wants is to help her family, both biological and in her team. She would do anything for them, include give her life to save theirs. Rumours and idle chatter mean nothing, it is her actions that make her who she is.

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From an early age, Ria had a hard time with what little education she had. It became apparent that her skills were best built through hands-on learning. So, it became that Ria worked alongside her sister and parents in the shipyard at thirteen years old. Her small frame and nimble hands made her perfect for getting into those hard to reach spots on the ship that full grown bodies simply could not. She became well known around the shipyard as "Little Red" and, although she despised the nickname, the name stuck well into her later teens.

Ria's sister, Saf, moved off of Corellia after meeting a nobleman from Courscant and falling in love with him. Saf offered to bring Ria with her but Ria refused, claiming she needed to be there for her aging parents. An accident just a few months later that landed both her mother and father injured and unable to work proved her idea to be a good one. Ria tried to get a hold of her sister but to no avail and was left to deal with her parents and the bills alone at just seventeen.

Her shipyard work simply wasn't enough to keep their house and the family was forced to move into a small apartment on the outskirts of town. Her father's condition was worsening and he required expensive medication and medical care that Ria couldn't afford on her salary alone. She became desperate for credits. This is when she fell in with the risky business of spying for the noblemen within the city in exchange for medical equipment over cash. This business quickly ran dry and she turned to smuggling, which she proved quite efficient as. She made quite the name for herself as a smuggler on Corellia. However, noblemen would only buy and sell so much. So, she turned to the blackmarket and began smuggling for the Rebellion and the Empire.

During one of her deals, business went sideways and Ria was caught by the Rebellion trying to steal ship parts to sell to the Empire. Many officials wanted her dead but her skills proved useful and she was kept as a prisoner to the Rebellion as a repair worker for their ships. When they found out that she had skill with flying, a distaste for the rules, and little to no fear of death, they knew exactly where to put her.

Ria began training for Blue Squad on the condition that the Rebellion would care for her parents. When she found out that they were holding up their end of the bargain, Blue Squad became Ria's everything. She kept to herself and trained religiously. She became a skilled at flanking maneuvers and is a great shot with her red and white a-wing with blue on the belly of the ship. Ria's ship is built for speed and agility over strength, meaning she is fast but quite weak. She joined Blue just over two years ago and has kept up with her training with the hope of her family being cared for and maybe, just maybe, finally being happy with her career and situation.

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[High Moon]

Spoiler: WIP

Name: Sterog Sturm

Homeworld: Jabiim

Sex: Male

Orientation: Straight

Age: 57

Designation: Green One

Rank: Liutenant, Leader of the Green Group

Appearance:

Spoiler: Picture

Ship: (Image of the ship, plus any modifications/quirks)

Astromech: R1-B5, fondly nicknamed 'Ol' Reliable Rust Bucket' or simply 'Rust Bucket' by it's owner is a severely obsolote astromech that has been with it's current owner for over two decades now. Perhaps the only constant in Old Sterog's life, he is quite fond of his droid companion.

Personality: Blunt, effecient and dedicated are the three words that define Sterog, often to the point that he can seem rather cold and distant to the people who do not know him, however this is not the case, Sterog is rather fond of people, often spending his time in the company of fellow soldiers however he does have a tendency to look down on Young Officers and Soldiers, especially the more idealistic and outspoken ones, deeming them fools and know-it-all start ups who has never even seen The Republic nor suffered under it's boots.

Himself coming from a Militia background he believes in the example set by Commander Straus, where leading by example and respecting the men under your command are vastly more important than strict rank-and-file procedure. Adopting 'a gentle yet firm' approach to the cadets who train and serve under him

A strong hatred of the Republic and thus the Empire and The Jedi are fundemental beliefs drilled into him through his Childhood and the Civil War, It also makes him skeptical of the idolization of the Republic in the Rebellion and it's end goals. Everyone who served under him would know Old Sterog has a rather colorful vocabulary when he hears

Outside of missions, he spends most of his time in his personal quarters, as to make it easy for the new recruits to seek him out when necessary, but occasionaly could be found playing Sabacc or Pazaak with fellow soldiers in a cantina.

Background:

 

[RayPurchase]

Name: Mortac T'veq
Birth Date: 31 BBY (Age 35 Standard Years)
Race: Devaronian
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Home Planet: Devaronia

Designation: Red 4
Rank: Sergeant

Appearance:



Mortac stands at an impressive 6”3. Combined with his mouth of razorsharp teeth, curved horns, and red eyes, he can appear as quite an intimidating creature to those he encounters for the first time.

Ship: IncomCorp T-65B X-Wing

Aside from the custom paint job (reminiscent of the one on his old Z-95) Mortac has gone little further than tinkering, adjusting an engine here, or the a laser calibration there, putting more stock in having his machine operating at peek efficiency and not breaking down on him as opposed to trying to squeeze a bit more power out of an already overloaded engine. The cockpit however he has gone to town on, festooned with numerous luck charms and trinkets that he's picked up and stuck to any empty space he can find.




Astromech: R3-B4 - It's a droid and it does its job. Not really much else to say really, Mortac doesn't really understand the attachments that other pilots put into their droids, trying to tie a personality trait to what is clearly software deficiency. As such whilsy R3-B4 is his current Astromech droid, it will be consigned to the scrap pile as soon as a model he deems to be better comes along.



Personality:
Laid back to the point of being horizontal, and a distinct lack of respect towards authority are two of perhaps the most commonly quoted sentences on his superior's reports of him. If you're after illicit deathsticks or Devaronian moonshine, Mortac is by and by the best person to come by, still having a few shadowy contacts from earlier times. Despite his appearance he's actually quite a nice chap, willing to share some of the comforts that he has been able to build up with his fellow pilots. However conversely he is not here due to some ideological struggle of good against evil or attempting to build a better world. Yes he was wronged by the Empire on more than one occasion, but he is here fighting for freedom, chiefly his own freedom, more of an anarchical struggle than an attempt to restore the Republic and democratic rule, he'll happily leave that to the bureaucrats and go back to his days pirating. As such he's more than happy to try and spin a profit out of this war, taking trophies and booty and either enjoying said spoils or selling them to highest bidder.

History:
Born on Devaronia, the home of the Devaronian species, Mortac never knew his father, given Devaronian society this was quite normal, with the females of the species governing and running the planet whilst the males spent most of their time wandering the galaxy, their presence seen as being… detrimental to peace on the planet. In fact pretty much the only time they did return was to mate. As such when he turned 18, he departed Devaronia on a tramp freighter, the first he could find, the destination didn't matter, the natural urge was powerful enough that he didn't care where he ended up as his first port of call. Where he ended up was Nar Shaddaa, a natural home for the lost, the roamers and those looking for an opportunity. Mortac soon found work, given their devilish appearance, Devaronians were hot property for gangs, their horns and incisor filled mouths giving them a strong natural intimidation factor. He soon fell in with such a gang, a group of Pirate raiders based around Mortac soon fell in with one such gang, a group of Pirates operating out of the Vergesso Asteroids. This was in 13BBY and so 6 years after the formation of the Empire, for 6 years Mortac and his men had a good life, hitting the outer rim merchant convoys laden with raw materials destined for the core, before slinking away back to their Asteroid base, It was in these raids that Mortac honed his skills as a pilot, despite their ageing Z95 Headhunters the Pirates managed to carve out a large hunting ground, coming up against overladen merchant ships whose fighter escorts were mostly made up of old Clone Wars stock.

7BBY saw the Pirate’s downfall however. By this point Mortac had worked his way up to second in command of the gang, and was on base, with the Pirate Leader (A rather scarred and surly Twilek) off on a raid. When the first contacts began appearing on the base radar, it was initially thought that it was the raiders returning, most likely with one of the freighters in tow laden with goods to sell on. This line of thinking was quickly dashed however when an Imperial Star Destroyer entered the system, those smaller contacts were Tartan Patrol Cruisers, which were already bearing down on the base. The Raiders had jumped on what they had been led to believe was a poorly defended merchant fleet turned out to be an Imperial Anti Piracy patrol, sent to wipe out the group and secure the spacelanes. Evacuation orders were issued, with the two pirate freighters rapidly loaded up with whatever wasn’t nailed down, meanwhile Mortac and the remaining pilots on base quickly jumped into their Z95s in order to hold off the Imperials. It was a mission doomed from the start. Despite managing to inflict heavy casualties on the Tie Squadrons amongst the asteroids, as well as managing to bring down 2 Tartan Patrol Cruisers, they were fighting overwhelming odds, and had nothing to combat the Star Destroyer, which once it range began opening fire on the hollowed out asteroid base, destroying the two freighters before they could get a chance to clear the Asteroids and jump to safety. By that point it was every man for himself, their base was gone, their leader was dead, and any hope of rebuilding their base had gone with the freighters. Mortac managed to clear the Asteroid field and engage the hyperdrive on his battered headhunter, jumping to safety. With the pirates dead or scattered, and all his worldly possessions gone aside from what he was wearing and his battered Z95, It was that which brought him back to Devaron, and for a couple of years he was happy, but once again it was the Empire that brought this crashing down.

5 years before the Battle of Yavin, the Rebellion reared its head on Devaron, coming into conflict with the Imperial aligned Devaronian Army. Mortac ended up joining the rag tag army of rebels, Despite having little in the way of supplies and support from the wider galaxy, the Devaronian rebels managed to fight a long war of attrition, with Mortac training up a small squadron of salvaged fighters and ships, using them to harass the Devaronian Army and their Imperial masters, he wasn’t truly part of the cause, but he saw it as a way to get back at the Imperials for ruining his easy life. Then came the Battle of Montellian Serat however, a Devaronian Army Captain, supposedly under orders from his Imperial Commanders, ended up slaughtering around 700 Rebel prisoners, including women and children in the city of Montellian Serat, leaving their bodies rotting and unburied as his forces marched off to confront the second Rebel army. Coming across the vast scene of carnage, Mortac for the first time fully realised that in the Empire's vision of the galaxy there were no room for square pegs such as himself and those attempting to forge their own path in the Galaxy. And against the might of the Empire, they couldn't just fight as individuals against the war machine arrayed against them. As such the surviving Rebels and himself went off world to take the fight to the Empire, and ended up joining the now formalised and united Alliance to Restore the Republic. Despite his lack of formal qualifications and criteria his years spent flying starfighters resulted in him gaining a place in the Alliance Starfighter Corps. Brash, and filled with equal parts swagger and self confidence in his abilities, he is known for rubbing some superiors up the wrong way a hangover of his more piratical years of flipping the bird to authority. Thankfully his skills as a pilot do somewhat make up for this other deficiency.

 

[RikuXIII]

Name: Vrezz'eem'athal "Zeeva"

Homeworld: Csilla

Sex: Female

Orientation: undetermined

Age: 20

Designation: Blue 4

Rank: Cadet

Appearance:

Ship:

Modified to allow a full 360 vertical rotation for the laser cannons. Some extra targeting sensors have been added to help when firing on targets behind or below the craft. Not a perfect system, but the sensors and some intuition make it a nice surprise for enemy vessels. Did have trouble with the rotation mechanisms jamming, but Zeeva gives them regular maintenance attention to eliminate the problem.

Personality: Zeeva is quiet, at times distressingly so. She speaks only when she has something to say. Outside of the cockpit, she prefers one word answers or non-verbal communications. While quiet, she is not anti-social, often enjoying spending time with her fellow pilots. In the cockpit, she tends to be wild and erratic in her flying. There is usually a reason or strategy in mind, if a bit unorthodox. Though calculating and logical, she tends to trust her instincts more than her head. While no longer truly Force Sensitive, she gets feelings and intuition about things. She is also very curious about other races, and can let that curiosity get the better of her.

Background: Vrezz'eev'athal, core name Zeeva, was born with the rare gift of The Sight, their name for Force Sensitives. With this gift in high demand, she became an ozyly-esehembo or navigator for the Chiss Expansionary Fleet from a young age. While well protected and taken care of, Zeeva's life was controlled and bound to duty. Even time with her family was limited, the only member of her family she really got to know being her older brother Vrez. While serving with distinction, as Zeeva neared adulthood, her connection to the Force began to fade, as was normal for ozyly-esehembo. After her final tour, she returned to Csilla to find Vrez had been imprisoned on charges of spreading treasonous information. After finding out he had just been expressing criticism for a Chiss Agent within the Galactic Empire, Zeeva believed this to be a miscarriage of justice, but was told to stay quiet by the rest of her family. Not content to sit by and do nothing as her brother rotted in prison, she worked with him to break him out and confirm his suspicions about the agent. Using her fading Third Sight to get her brother and herself to Wild Space before her visions became too weak to be usable. With her previous skill officially kaput, Vrez instructed her on combat flying and some ship maintenance to build upon her previous duties. When making it to Imperial Space, they found the Chiss Agent had vanished. With few alternatives, the brother decided to evaluate the Rebel Alliance for the Chiss Ascendancy, leading to both him and Zeeva joining Renegade Squadron.

 

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