LT COL 9-LOM "Syntax" (modified Industrial Automaton LOM protocol droid)

Corsair Squadron CO

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

Technical Specialty	Infiltration
Combat Specialty	Capital Ship Assault
Side Arm	Modified DXR-6 disruptor rifle and Czerka AM-125 machine pistol
Favourite Beverage	Hot Oil
Physical Description	Height: 1.8meters, Weight: 68kg, Age: 45 standard years

Bio: Created on Kuat, 9-LOM was the property of a wealthy royal and her husband. However, the programming glitches which plagued other LOM protocol droids, such as 4-LOM, slowly began to make themselves apparent in 9-LOM. It started when he was asked to fetch the evening meal. When asked, 9-LOM was compelled to disobey his orders, suddenly feeling that he was above the level of taking orders. 9-LOM would have killed his master, but his programming inhibited it. However, he did leave his owners, and, being in close proximity of the Kuat Drive Yards, stole a B-Wing. Afterward, 9-LOM struck out on his own, working as an information broker, until he caught wind of 4-LOM. 9-LOM was contacted by a crimelord, who offered to adapt him to work for him as a bounty hunter. 9-LOM agreed, but unlike his predecessor, 4-LOM, he used his newfound programming to kill the crimelord, and all other hunters who worked for him. At this point, 9-LOM had found his objective: to work as a "bounty hunter's bounty hunter". He decided that he would work against all bounty hunters, sabotaging their hunts, tipping off fleets to captured dignitaries' positions, and killing the hunters when possible. After extensive modifications to himself and his B-Wing, 9-LOM went into business, taking out approximately 26 hunters before the start of the Galactic Civil War. By this time, 9-LOM had stopped doing his work out of conscience, and was fully in it for the substantial pay he was receiving. 9-LOM had also evolved well beyond his normal programming, much like 4-LOM had, evolving a sense of humor, as well as lightning-fast reflexes, and random "emotions", such as rage, and a near-equivalent of fear, which he never showed anyway. However, 9-LOM did not evolve the "intuition" which his counterpart seemed to get. Just before the Battle of Hoth, 9-LOM was asked to ferry a member of the Rebel Alliance to a dropoff point, where the dignitary would be taken from to Hoth Base. On his way to the drop point, however, 9-LOM was ambushed by a group of 4 TIE fighters, and was forced to land near a backwater planet on the Rim. 9-LOM managed to take out 2 of the TIEs before crashing his B-wing and its Rebel occupant on the planet, taking out another TIE in the process. 9-LOM shot down the final TIE using his disruptor rifle, and was later rescued by other Rebel forces. Upon seeing 9-LOM's handiwork, the Rebel dignitary attempted to recruit him for work in the Rebel Alliance's starfighter squadrons, noting how well he had handled the TIEs. 9-LOM accepted, knowing that the Alliance would pay better than any third-party member ever would, and that more bounty hunters attack Rebel craft then Imperial craft. 9-LOM was taken to Hoth, with his B-Wing, and worked as a shuttle pilot during the evacuation, but did not actually fight in the planetside Battle of Hoth. Prior to the Battle of Hoth, 9-LOM worked in the Alliance's SpecForces, and was later transferred to the Infiltrators, where he completed many successful operations with the team. 9-LOM's personality is mainly that of an analytical machine, but he does allow his sense of humor and rage to take over occasionally when the action starts to heat up. His primary strength is his being a machine, while his biggest weakness is the fear that he may one day be captured and reprogrammed to be the protocol droid he once was. Modifications to 9-LOM include enhanced servomotors, allowing him more flexibility in his joints than other protocol droids, as well as enhanced optical sensors and reflexes. Other modifications include a concealed two-shot blaster hidden in his right forearm, and a pair of knives concealed in his thighs. Modifications to his disruptor rifle include an extendible stock, high-capacity powerpack, and a custom-built stunner mounted on the underside of the rifle, so that 9-LOM doesn't always have to turn his targets into smoking piles of ash. 9-LOM also uses a Czerka AM-125 machine pistol, which has a rotating clip that houses 4 types of slugthrower ammunition.

Technical Specialty	Flight Control
Combat Specialty	Unarmed combat
Side Arm	None
Favorite Beverage	Fruit Blends
Physical Description	human male, age 21 standard, 1.75 m, 63.5 kg, black hair, eye color not applicable

Bio: As a boy growing up on Contruum, Lin avidly studied the history of military space combat. His father was the owner of a shipping company, and Lin spent many an hour sitting outside the fence of the military hangar watching starfighters launch into space. He was fascinated by the sheer power they represented, and also idolized the warriors who flew them in his mind. Due to his many hours here, he was able to gain an intuitive sense of flight control at a spaceport. Combined with his compulsion to organize everything he could get his hands on, he soon got a part-time job as an assistant flight controller at the spaceport. When he reached the legal age to fly, Lin eagerly applied for a permit and began training in simulators. However, he was by far the worst in his training class. During one simulator run, he was rolling his Z-95 in pursuit of a target drone when he collided into the exhaust pipes of his instructor. From then on, he had earned the nickname "Blindman,"as in "Flies like a." From there, Lin went on to post the lowest sim scores of his class, but just barely managed to not wash out. On the first day of actual starfighter flying, Lieutenant Pash Cracken was on leave from the Imperial Academy and had been invited to give a talk to the trainees. However, an Imperial Intelligence agent had determined the true nature of Lieutenant Cracken's father's loyalties, and decided to take it upon himself to send General Airen Cracken, and the Rebellion, a personal message. Unfortunately, he placed the bomb meant for the younger Cracken in the ship that Lin had been assigned for that exercise. Upon hearing the explosion, the other trainees and flight instructors quickly converged on what had been a Z-95 and a lousy young pilot. Now, however, the starfighter was a wreck and the pilot was blown a good fifteen meters away with horrible physical damage. Lin spent a good part of the next two weeks bobbing up and down in various bacta tanks, and while his body and face eventually healed, the nerves and tissue of his eyes were irreparably destroyed. Lin's given callsign was now more than a joke. While he was eventually fitted with high-tech visor that fed images directly to his brain, he could only distinguish black and white murky shapes. Needless to say, his not-so-promising career as a pilot was cut short. While the rest of his class went on to graduate and obtain their piloting licenses, Lin was now learning the frustrations of dealing with a physical disability. Because of the nerve damage, he was unable to be fit with artificial eyes. While the visor enabled him to see and react to objects, he could not see details such as dials on a starfighter console, or more tragically, faces on people. He gradually became withdrawn from his family and friends, dropping out of school, and becoming a recluse. His parents, worried about his mental health, decided to send him to a professional psych-anaylst. Chartering him a place on a freighter, they sent him off. However, the freighter captain was smuggling spice and soon after takeoff was accosted by a TIE fighter patrol. An extended laser blast caused the communications console to explode in the captain's face, killing him. In a panic, Blindman grabbed the flightstick. With no way to talk to the TIEs, he felt around for the throttle and threw it to full. Then, something strange happened. Although his shattered eyes remained as blank as ever, he could _feel_ the Imperial pilots in his mind and sense their positions. While dodging their fire, he groped for the freighter's cannon control and set it to auto-fire. Within seconds, the TIEs had been reduced to smoking rubble. However, the last starfighter managed to shoot out the freighter's engines before succumbing to a hail of laser fire. Adrift in space, with a damaged comm and no engines, Lin was in deep trouble. Searching the freighter's holds, though, he managed to find a shipment of some exotic fruit juice blend. When two Corsair Squadron pilots dropped out of hyperspace two weeks later to take nav coordinates, they found a young, scared man in the derelict freighter's hull. On board the Liberty, the officers conducting his debriefing were completely bewildered by Lin's story. How could a physically blind man possibly pilot a ship -- in combat, no less? It seemed completely absurd. After some pleading, they allowed him to take a piece-of-junk Z-95 out on a training mission with some of the other trainees, if just to satisfy their curiosity. In case he really _was_ blind, they could take control of the fighter by remote control. Amazingly, the blind pilot did not run into anyone else, and actually ranked in the top third for that mission. Surmising that Lin had some small affinity for the Force that gave him something akin to a pilot's situational awareness, Corsair Squadron accepted him for further training -- and if nothing else, he would make a great bar story.

Technical Specialty	Starship design
Combat Specialty	Ground Assault-Heavy
Side Arm	Custom Twin Barrel Heavy Carbine
Favorite Beverage	Frozen Slider
Physical Description	Human male, age 23 standard, 1.8m, 90kg, red hair, brown eyes.

Bio: Joseph was born in the Rendaii Star System at a worker colony for the Rendaii Imperial Shipyards. Joseph's father who was a ship designer for the Imperial Navy allowed Joseph to visit the Shipyard and to look at the various ships as they were being designed. Joseph's knowledge of ships grew and he soon became as adept at designing as his father was. He was allowed to fly in the fighter sims when he reached the age of 15 and he soon became a master at the quick, agile ships such as the TIE Interceptor and newly developed TIE Advanced. It was becoming quite clear that Joseph would pursue his future in the Imperial Navy. By the time Joseph was 18 he was a superior pilot to those at the shipyard. He was scheduled to transfer to the Imperial Academy at Corulag the next day. As fate or the Force would have it, this was not to be. Imperial Intelligence had learned that someone on Joseph's father's design team was sending the newest blueprints to the rebels. The Imperials immediately killed everyone in the research team and their families without an investigation. Joseph was out testing a TIE Advanced when he received word of the Imperial execution of his family. Joseph flew into a rage at his family's death and at the lack of justice in the Imperial system. He launched his ship into a head on attack on the Imperial Shipyards. Though he did little damage to the heavily armoured shipyard, he destroyed several TIE Fighters that were sent to oppose his onslaught. Finally realizing he was outnumbered and outgunned he swore on his life that he would destroy Empire. With that Joseph set course for Corellia and made the run to light speed. Joseph began his new life on Corellia and offered himself and his ship as guns-for-hire. He was quickly offered a job as an escort fighter for the Corellian Corvette Jadestone. He spent a few years fighting off pirate attacks until, on a supply mission to the small rebel fighter base on the planet Tierfon the Jadestone was ambushed by an Imperial taskforce consisting of an Assault Transport and a flight group of Assault Gunboats. Joseph and the two Z-95 Headhunters on escort moved to intercept the incoming Imperial attackers so that the Jadestone had some time and a small chance to jump to safety. The Z-95's quickly fell victim to missiles from the gunboats. Knowing there was no way he could win in a pitched battle against the gunboats Joseph resolved to save the Jadestone from capture by leading the Imperials away. He quickly fired two concussion missiles into the ATR's engines, igniting the fuel cells and consuming the transport in a wave of fire. The gunboats, seeing the destruction of their ATR moved to engage Joseph, but Joseph made a run through a field of giant frozen asteroids. The gunboats followed Joseph into the Ice field, but not having the same manoeuvrability as Joseph's TIE Advanced they were all quickly destroyed by the frozen asteroids. Just as Joseph was exiting the Ice field to rejoin the Jadestone he was hit by a piece of asteroid that crushed his starboard engine. Joseph just barely managed to limp back to the corvette on one engine and docked. His run through the Ice field had earned him the nickname "Icestorm" with the crew. The captain of the Jadestone, who had become Joseph's good friend, said he could get his TIE repaired at the rebel outpost they were heading for. At the outpost while waiting for his ship to be repaired Joseph was offered the chance to try out a Rebel A-Wing fighter, he agreed and immediately fell in love with the sleek nimble craft. Joseph also realized that the Rebel Alliance would be his perfect chance to get his vengeance against the Empire for the death of his family. He quickly signed up as an A-Wing pilot, but he was forced to abandon his Tie-Advanced. He donated his ship to the Alliance, but melted of a piece of the starboard wing that he had formed into a double barrel heavy carbine. Joseph was first assigned to Commander Varth's Wing under Lieutenant Pash Cracken's A-Wing squadron. After flying with them for a year he requested transfer to the famed Corsair Squadron on the Calamari Cruiser Liberty where the best of the best A-Wing pilots were. Joseph will continue his promise of destroying the Empire, even if it means his life.

Technical Specialty	Combat Tactic Analysis
Combat Specialty	Medic
Side Arm	Sawed-off Blastech DL-18
Favorite Beverage	Whyrens Reserve
Physical Description	Human male, Age 28, standard build, Weight: 100kg, Height: 1.9 meters, Brown hair and eyes.

Bio: As a young man growing up inside his father's starfighter simulators, Andy got to be pretty proficient behind the stick. His father was always out on delivery runs, so he didn't notice that Andy had a knack for flying, and thus never asked him to help with supply runs because he never felt that Andy would like it. So Andy stayed in the sims, getting better and better. On Andy's 18th birthday, his father gave him enough money to buy himself a freighter, thinking he would help out in the family business. That is exactly what he did. He went out and bought a Corellian Y2-1200. Of course it wasn't the best one there, but Andy wanted to try to fix it up and modify it as he wished. As soon as he had it fit to fly, he helped his father runs supplies, and they began to learn to fly together well. As time went on, Andy added little gadgets and such to his freighter, which he had already named "The Shooting Star". His father and himself ran more and more missions, and knew that a tangle with Imperial forces would not be a problem, as long as they could always run if things went bad. Time passed, and Andy now found himself at 21 years of age. His father and himself got caught in a scrap with the Imps, and were vastly outnumbered. They needed to run to the nearest nav buoy, which was 20 klicks away. At the very instant that the Imperial fighters converged upon them, Rebel fighters started to pour into the system. The X-wings hit the fighters by surprise, and the Y-wings destroyed the Imperial Star Destroyers. The Rebels ask them if they would like to run supplies for the Rebel Alliance. Not seeing that there was much choice, Andy and his father agreed to run supplies. Andy and his father ran supplies to a new Rebel base, on the ice planet of Hoth. While on the downtime, the Rebels discovered an Imperial probe on the planet. This alerted them, and they started to evacuate. The Rebels also commandeered Andy's and his father's ships to help. Of course, they were allowed to fly their own freighters, they just had to carry supplies and personnel off of Hoth. Andy and his father were cleared to go together without an escort off of the planet. The ion cannon blasted behind them, and hit the Star Destroyer directly ahead of them. His father reported over the comm that he was having trouble, and Andy whipped around just in time to see his father's demise. A piece of TIE Fighter debris clipped his father's engines, rendering him powerless. Then another TIE Fighter flew in and picked up the easy kill. The anger inside of Andy made him explode with hatred. He flew with the knowledge that he had nothing left in the universe, so he had nothing to lose, not even his life. Andy maneuvered in and out of TIE Fighter formations, provoking multiple targets for his gunners. This was about the time when another transport was exiting the atmosphere. The TIE Fighters started to swarm it. Andy got there just in time to vape the TIEs, and escorted the transport to the rendezvous. While unloading the personnel he was carrying, the crew of the transport he saved thanked him graciously. One even called him a bulldog for being so tenacious. A Rebel pilot overheard that comment, and came over to suggest that Andy join his squadron. Of course, Andy accepted, seeing this a way to hurt the Empire and exact revenge for his father. While they were on a mission, the pilot who recruited him called him "Bulldog" to get his attention. Of course, the other pilots heard the comment and started to call him Bulldog also. Andy liked the name, and it stuck. Andy likes to fly, but his squadron always seems to be stationed on some backwater planet with absolutely no action. So he puts in a request to join Corsair Squadron, onboard the Liberty.

1st Lieutenant John "Knight" Vorwald

Corsair 7

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty	Navigation
Combat Specialty	Sniper
Side Arm	Blastech E-11 rifle with scope
Favorite Beverage	Hyacinth, or the Green Death
Physical Description	Human male, Age: 20 standard, brown eyes

Bio: Born on a small farming planet in the outer rim, Knight grew up as normal as anyone else. His parents were farmers just like the other ninety percent of the population. When he was fifteen his parents bought him an old worn-out Y-wing on his birthday. He began to offer his piloting services for escort duty for the very frequent grain convoys that left the system for the core. With the possibility of pirates lurking in the shadows, he quickly earned enough to make the old fighter quite deadly. On every return he would be hired to protect another convoy. About a year later, while on escort trip, he returned home to find the Empire punishing the populace over nothing more than an odd stare. Knight was too far out and was able to do little. By the time he did reach the battle, the star destroyer was speeding away into hyperspace. When he returned planetside, he found everything in ruins. Many of his friends and family were gone. Then he vowed, just like many others to make sure the Empire or anyone else could never do this again. And just like many others, he quickly joined the Rebel Alliance. Knight flew a few missions before the Battle of Yavin. He was at Yavin but was floating in a bacta tank from injures sustained from a previous mission. Call it luck but he says he would have rather have had a chance at the Death Star. He stayed alive for the next three years, fighting off ambushes, hunger, and the ever lurking presence of death that followed everyone in the rebellion, to arrive at Hoth. He flew cover for transports fleeing the cold world. Leaving Hoth behind Knight survived another year, to join Corsair squadron.

Technical Specialty	Sabotage
Combat Specialty	Space Superiority
Side Arm	Stouker Concussion Rifle
Favorite Beverage	Corellian Aftershock
Physical Description	Corellian male, age 18 standard, 1.9 m, 79 kg, brown hair, eye color: Blue

Bio: Jonathan was the son of a smuggler from the Corellian System. When he was, young his father's ship was raided by the Empire. His family was killed, their property impounded, and Jonathan was taken away to be brought up in a correctional facility on Coruscant. He kept his hatred for the Empire to himself until the chance for revenge arose. Once old enough to leave the facility, he got a job with a friend of his father’s on another smuggling ship. There he flew a Z-95 against the Empire's fighters in missions where his smuggling group stole weapons and other goods from the Empire. Many of his new friends were killed when the Empire finally caught up with the small group and dealt a fierce blow to their forces. Jonathan barely escaped with his life and his ship. He then sought work as a mercenary pilot, where he earned enough money to carry out the next stage of his battle against the Empire. Jonathan vowed to get even, and once he had enough money, he bought a newer, more powerful ship -- a Y-wing starfighter. Jonathan then embarked on a series of independent torpedo-bombing attacks against minor Imperial targets. Apart from getting the attention of the Empire and a substantial bounty on his head, his actions caught the interest of the Rebel Alliance, who sent a representative for discussions about putting his "feelings" for the Empire to a more productive use. Jonathan then joined the Alliance, where he gained a reputation for efficiency as well as the nickname Condor, which he earned with his prowess in combat. He began his career in Blue Squadron where he served in the Bomber TSW, but after a few months transferred to Corsair Squadron, where he hopes to fulfill his desire to pay back the Empire and its starfighter pilots.

Technical Specialty	Long Range Scout/Test Pilot
Combat Specialty	Fencing Instructor
Side Arm	Vibrosabre and Standard Blaster
Favorite Beverage	Karideph Honey Tea
Physical Description	Human male, age 37 standard, 1.72m, 76kg, raven hair, dark brown eyes, cybernetic left arm and hand.

Bio: Kallysto is the heir to the Varan Holographic Studios legacy on the entertainment world of the Minos Cluster, Adarlon. Brought up as the son of a holoactor-turned-executive, Kallysto showed up on holoscreens at an early age as a child actor, and remained popular into his early 20's as an action-hero actor, specializing in swordfighting and daredevil craft stunts. A shuttle accident claimed both his parents, and suddenly Kallysto was at the helm of one of the more prosperous studios in the sector. He used part of his inheritance to fund a starcraft company, building customized 'fightercraft' for use in more films. In truth, he was using the movies and the speed to bury his grief about his parents. Alliance scouts cleverly gave him evidence that the death of his parents was at the hands of Imperials, in the hopes of perhaps gaining a wealthy ally in the sector, one who could also go places under the guise of 'filming a movie'. It would have worked, except that finding a target for his anger caused Kallysto to produce films that were more and more anti-Imperial in light, much to the dismay of his investors. Kallysto was also taken on as a courier, using the starcraft to run information around the sector. The last straw came when filming 'Starrunners IV: Janno On A Rampage', when Kallysto left his marks and fired on an Imperial Customs Frigate, using a modified stuntfighter that had been loaded with real concussion missiles. Though it was claimed as an accident with a navicomputer, the Imperials decided to shut the studio down, effectively ending Kallysto's screen career. Drun Cairnwick, Rebel sympathizer in the sector, asked Kallysto if he was still willing to serve against the Empire. He agreed, and quietly turned the starcraft company into a production plant for A-Wing prototypes, testing several of the alpha-class craft himself. A crash with an Imperial gunboat cost him his left arm from the elbow down; since the accident he's never been quite the same; more subdued, quiet, laconic. Still shows up for muster call; still takes the A-wings out. A handful more starcraft losses, almost as if he was trying to kill himself; he hasn't succeeded yet. Cairnwick tried giving him some responsibility, making him close-combat instructor. It worked, mostly. Kallysto talks only when he needs to. He's at his best when he's far from the public eye, on long range scouting missions; preferrably as far and as fast as possible. He likes flying alone. Kallysto has only one vice; Capital ships. Perhaps it's a death wish, still, but he'll go right for a capital ship if he sees one, avoiding covering fightercraft on the way. The crown prize in his canopy marks the old Victory Class Star Destroyer, Chariot, assigned to the Minos sector just for Imperial presence.

Technical Specialty	Starfighter/Starship mechanics
Combat Specialty	Heavy Infantry Weapons
Side Arm	Modified Stormtrooper Blaster Rifle nicknamed the STK
Favorite Beverage	Grask
Physical Description	Corellian male, age 26, 1.71m, jet-black hair, blue eyes.

Bio: Will grew up on Corellia with his father. Will never new his mother and always wishes he did, he was deprived a strong female presence during his childhood and has suffered because of it. He finds it hard to show his emotions and become close with anyone. His mother actually died in childbirth and his father was so distraught by his wife's death that did as little as possible to help Will as he grew up. Jack took a job as manager on a little used space platform, to try and get away from his grief. Will was too young to remember where it was, as he stowed away on a freighter to the Outer Rim when he was twelve. He has never seen his father since. The freighter captain discovered Will lurking around the ship and chucked him off in some asteroid base in the Outer Rim. The name started with V but he can't remember the full name. He stayed alive by begging, stealing and helping freighters unload. When he was old enough he joined the crew of a Corellian Corvette called "Black Hole 1". He did every chore that was not allocated to anyone else aboard his new home. He made a friend of the head engineer, Allcum Fraser, and spent the next two years working aboard the Corvette saving his earnings and learning about starfighter and starship mechanics. His natural aptitude for the job was uncanny and he was soon given an official posting on the Corvette as assistant engineer. In his mind this was great, it was a titled job, even if it was on as run-down Corvette. It was a job that he was proud of and that was all that mattered to him. One night Will was woken up by the sound of sirens yelling and laser blasts impacting on the hull. This scared him half to death, he guessed that the Corvette must be in battle, but he had never been in battle before. He was full of fear and adrenaline as he scrambled out of his bunk and made his way to his post. The bulkhead opened to the main engine room in front of him as a laser blast hit the hull. The resulting shock knocked him off his feet and smashed his head on the bulkhead. The next thing he remembers is Allcum kneeling next to him trying to get Will to his feet. He got the impression he needed his help. Just as Will got to his feet a power conduit exploded next to him and sent shrapnel toward him and Allcum. Will was flung across the room as a large piece of jagged alloy sliced into his right fore arm. Will screamed in pain an looked at his arm. He found the shrapnel was lodged between his two bones and sticking out each side of his fore arm, He looked over to Allcum and he forgot about his own pain, Allcum was lying on the deck face up with shrapnel imbedded in the front of his skull. He was lying in an ever increasing pool of blood with no hope of life. Will distraught by his friend's death and collapsed where he stood. Little more is known of what happened next - he avoids the subject at all costs, and if you manage to persuade Will to tell you anything about it, he is as vague as 160 year old pencil drawing that has been left out in the rain. After he left the Corvette he spent several years around the Outer Rim, just drifting from place to place doing any work he could to build up his supply of money. While in some back street bar he discovered his favorite drink, a "Grask". He doesn't know what it's made from and doesn't care to know, as it looks very unhealthy in a certain way. The red part of the liquid seems to boil at room temperature and flows in circles. He feels very ill for days after just a single "Grask" and has the opinion that if he got drunk on them, then pasted out he wouldn't wake up, ever. He made his way out of the Outer into the Inner Rim but not before pooling his remaining money, and bought an old YT-1300. It was more run down than the Corvette he worked on before and just "rusty" wasn't a word that could be used accurately. It was in a terrible state and looking back on it he was amazed it flew at all. It took him a month to learn to fly the think before he left the outer rim, which he hoped would be for good. He met a young lady known locally as Angel in a bar, and to this day never found her real name. He does remember she was down on her luck and she was an experienced pilot, which he wasn't. He offered her the opportunity to join him in business. She had some unusual contacts and got them a job smuggling arms to Hoth, but they picked the wrong time and were caught in the battle above the planet. A Rebel transport helped him and he escaped, with his life, to the Alliance, with his recently found partner killed and in much pain from his injuries. He joined the Alliance as infantry and received training in heavy weapons. He swore to make the Empire pay for the death of his friend, and soon proved he could do so. He was posted on a Corvette called the "Jason" as security, which he felt was a little demeaning, as he was in fact specialized in Assault with heavy weapons. Unknown to him, the Corvette was trying to sneak past an Imperial patrol without detection but they failed. A pair of GUNS and an ATR drooped out of hyperspace and immediately sent torpedoes flying towards the Corvette. The two Z-95s that were escorting the Corvette moved to intercept the GUNS and managed to destroy all but four of the torpedoes, which consumed the old Corvette's shields in no time at all. The only hope was for the Z-95s to give the Corvette enough time to reach its hyperspace co-ordinates and to get out of there. The Zs were made mincemeat and the Corvette was disabled. The ATR docked with the Corvette and spilled out its contents of stormtroopers onto the Rebels. This was the first time he would take active part in combat. During the firefight his standard issue blaster jammed at a definitely bad time, he caught a blast in the shoulder that sent him flying to the deck. He saw a stormtrooper rifle 2 meters away from him. This would mean his life if he could get to it. Trying to ignore the pain he threw himself towards the rifle and while still sliding across the deck he opened fire on the advancing stormtroopers. For a second he really thought he was a lawnmower. The Alliance troops managed to push back the stormtrooper advance, and some Alliance reinforcements arrived and destroyed the GUNS and the ATR. With Will's knowledge of Starship Mechanics he helped with the repair of the Corvette and they were soon on their way again. He has kept the stormtrooper blaster rifle ever since, since the rifle belonged to the first stormtrooper that fell at his hands. It's is a sort of memento and trophy for him, and with a friend modifying it for him it has earned the name the Stromtrooper Killer or STK for short. The whole ordeal reminded Will of his first job on the Freighter "Black Hole 1", the resembelence was uncanny. He had always wanted to fly a starfighter and managed to get a friend of his in Starfighter Command to fly against him in a combat simulator. To the amazement of his friend, he was a natural at flying. His ability was brought to the attention of his superiors and he was soon transferred to Starfighter Command. While in a combat simulator with his new squadron he discovered a lethal technique. He would go for an offset head-on pass and at the last moment dumbfire a pair of concussion missiles at his target. Whatever his friends did, they could not counter this attack successfully. Because of this he was aptly nicknamed "Locker", as he never used a missile lock. However, many of his comrades have now perfected techniques that stop Will's dumbfiring nature, but he still uses it when they are least expecting it. He has been part of the Alliance ever since and has shown incomparable loyalty and dedication. On his 26th birthday he asked for a transfer to Corsair Squadron based upon the CRS Liberty. Four weeks later he was excepted into the squadron as Corsair Twelve. He requested the #12 spot for good luck and so far it has brought him such. He intends to earn himself a name on this ship even if it kills him.