Technical Specialty	Tactical Space Operations, Covert Operations
Combat Specialty	X-Wing interceptor / strike pilot, covert ground assault
Side Arm	Lightsaber, standard issue blaster
Favorite Beverage	Killian's Red Lager
Physical Description	Human male, age [undeclared], 1.78m, 70 kg, blonde/brown hair, hazel eyes.

Bio: Born to a middle class family on Corellia, Bill showed an early talent for pilotting while working at the Corellian Shipyards. However, when the Empire took control of local commerce and production, his future in the trade was short-lived. As with many beings of conscience in the inner systems, his family, being of strong moral fiber, sought refuge from the Empire's injustices. Soon, secret plans were made for their relocation to a quiet colony in the Outer Rim by smuggling themselves and other refugees aboard a Blockade Runner with a false manifest of carrying a cargo of Correllian Engineering replacement ship parts to an Imperial backwater garrison. While passing through the Obroa-skai system, their convoy was stopped by local Imperial forces for a routine customs check. With their cover blown, the refugees were forced to abandon ship, and Bill managed to escape capture by landing his small craft on the local uninhabitted moon... uninhabitted, or so he thought. Alone and separated from his family, he found relief with a group of survivors whose transport had also crashed on the moon trying to evade Imperial capture, and was taken in by an elderly couple whose only son had been killed in the accident. As fate or the Force would have it, the old man was once a Jedi Archivist in the Old Republic, and while he was not Force inclined himself, he still retained many old manuscripts and knowledge of many Jedi exercises. It was here that Bill started down the Jedi path. He found the simple life of the villagers a refreshing change from the life he had once known. But the more he learned of the Jedi ways and heard the survivors' stories of the Empire's actions, the more he pledged his life to combatting it's many evils. Using his knowledge of ships systems, he rigged his escape pod's remaining parts into a homing beacon, and at the survivors request, travelled to a remote location far from the central village to keep their location a secret before activating the signal. After being picked up by a passing merchant ship, he heard rumors of the Rebellion and knew his future was with them. During his early pilot testing, he scored well above the mark in almost every category, stunning the instructors. Upon receiving his review, Starfighter Command immediately placed him in the fledgling Rogue Squadron, where he was assigned as the Squadron's Executive Officer. He and his Commanding Officer became quick comrades, often reminiscing of their shared homeworld and lives before the war with the Empire. Throughout Rogue's early years, the two were involved in many key battles. Bill was instrumental in Rogue Leader's liberation prior to the Battle of Atrivis, and played a pivotal role in the operation's overall success. The pair are inseparable, a trait which they were quick to share with their new Rogue brethren. In his heart, he still considers himself "the reluctant warrior", fighting the Empire only by virture of "that which is evil must be destroyed", and one day hopes be reunited with his family.

Technical Specialty	Sabacc
Side Arm	Vibro Blade
Favorite Beverage	Vodka
Physical Description	Classified

Bio: Mike had knocked around the galaxy for longer than he cared to think about. Thinking of the past was something he avoided for the most part. He had two talents: a certain finesse at Sabacc and the ability to repair things mechanical. Specifically, the hardware necessary to keep a spaceship flying. Constantly repairing his battered old landspeeder to get him from game to game on whatever planet he found himself on; Mike did not care much for where he stayed. He owned enough chips to buy his next round and match most of the stakes his opponents offered. That was all he had needed for a long time. He had a close relationship with his father, who he had idolized since he was a kid. He used to joke about how he would return home one day with more than enough credits to buy a star ship in which the pair of them could explore the Galaxy. But that day was a long way off and Mike usually had a game to get to. But with ruthless efficiency and raw power the might of the Empire saw to it that day would never come. Mike's father was on Alderaan when the Empire's Death Star destroyed it. He had visited his father shortly before he was killed. He could still remember his fathers' excited face when he announced his forth-coming exhibition on Alderaan. "This would be big", he had said. He had arranged to meet with Mike when the exhibition was over. His father never returned. Time had passed slowly and Mike now found himself on the decks of the Cruiser Liberty. The Rebel Alliance had found his talent for repairing spacecraft very useful over the last few years. This new assignment was a chance to do some real damage to an evil dictatorship that destroyed his life without even noticing it. Besides, the so called hot-shot pilots he had run into within the Alliance were always up for a few games of Sabacc between missions.

Technical Specialty	Communication and Weapons systems
Combat Specialty	Alliance and Imperial Special Forces training
Side Arm	Blastech X000 Special Edition
Favorite Beverage	Frozen Lemonade Physical
Physical Description	Human male, age undeclared, 1.9 m, brown hair, blue eyes

Bio: From the earliest he remembers, Kevin was part of a special training program for Imperial Special Forces. Drafted at birth, he was part of a small class of about ten undergoing training to become one of the Emperor's elite Special Forces, the troops that carry out his law above all else with deadly precision. While none of the students were force sensitive to the level required of a Jedi, the Emperor's special training helped augment the student's abilities so that they could sometimes sense the feelings of people around them, as long as those people did not have a trained mind or did not want to hide the information. The students were also taught the many skills of an elite warrior. They were taught several languages, technical knowledge, hand to hand combat styles, weapon knowledge, marksmanship, and piloting skill. Kevin trained dilligently and soon he was placed in the field. Throughout his first few assignments he did his duty for the Empire well. He found it fulfilling to destroy those who opposed peace in the galaxy, especially those smugglers who disobeyed the law and smuggled supplies to the Rebellion. However, on one mission he found the Empire was not interested in peace. His mission had started with infiltrating a village which supposedly had rebel ties. Kevin found that the village had no such ties, and reported this to Imperial high command. Imperial high command responded by telling Kevin that the Emperor had sent an order for Kevin to plant information that linked this village to the alliance and then destroy it. This order smashed Kevin's belief system, for although he had gone through many years of Imperial brainwashing his beliefs on right and wrong held firm. He felt it was his duty to uphold peace in the galaxy and he had always felt the Empire did this. His morality was too strong for the Imperial brainwashing and he kept it with him all throughout his career, so when he understood what the Empire truly represented he fell into a moral dilemma, not knowing who was right or wrong anymore. To solve his problem, Kevin lashed out at the nearest Imperial starport, by planting bombs and destroying it. After that he became a Rebel, hunted by the very Imperial forces he had once served admirably. After nearly a year of running he needed money and put his training to use as a security officer on an independent corvette. This corvette was owed by a man named Taff Calnan, a merchant who had strong ties to the Rebel Alliance. Taff set out to cure young the young man of the demons he saw Kevin possessed, and he took up a fatherly position for the young man who had never known any family. Kevin eagerly embraced Taff, and from him relearned a sense of right and wrong. It was then that Kevin realized that the Rebel Alliance were the ones who truly supported peace in the galaxy, and he was a strong influence on Taff to formally join the rebel alliance. The Alliance embraced Taff and made him an officer. Kevin left Taff's group early on to pursue a career as a commando. His commando unit saw a lot of service throughout the war and he served bravely and was cited for bravery in the face of the enemy. Then, one day his unit was placed to guard the evacuation of the Rebel base on Hoth. It was during this battle that he earned his nickname, "Gemini", because he always seemed to be in two places at once. One moment he was firing at Imperial walkers and the next he was saving men from an exploding gun turret. Although most of his commando unit was wiped out he managed to save several wounded soldiers from the frozen tundra and escaped on the last transport. After Hoth Kevin was recruited into the Alliance special forces. After a year of classified duties, Kevin was re-assigned to the CRS Liberty. Here he became the security officer and was assigned to protect the Liberty and redesign its security system. Kevin is generally a quiet and serious man. He prefers to sit in the background and observe situations instead of actively participating in them. He is a nice person who will do a person a favor without requesting anything in return, and thus has accumulated a number of people who feel they owe him. During his travels under Alliance special forces he accumulated a pet Sting Ray named Bob. This Sting Ray sits in a tank in Kevin's quarters and is very intelligent but Kevin can still not read Bob's feelings. Bob also has a huge appetite and will eat almost anything if the situation presents itself. Kevin still retains his ties with Taff, and this is evident through the fact that Taff constantly sends Kevin interesting items he finds. When he is not on duty, Kevin can usually be found in the back corner of the lounge, working on something by himself, for he tends to be a loner and often avoids the crowds of people that frequent the Liberty Lounge. Another of Kevin's idiosyncrasies is the fact that he never wears a uniform unless going to a function where one is necessary. As a result he is often mistaken as a rating but he insists that anyone who needs to know who he is should know him already.