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Homeworld: Corellia Lightsaber: Dark Blue Snubfighter: B-Wing First Appearance: Sith Squadron Well, here I am. It's, oh, a couple of months after Endor. Who would've thought that was going to happen. Certainly not me. I've got nothing against the Empire, don't get me wrong, but there sure are a bunch of jerks there. I've been with the Siths for almost six months now. Never thought that would happen either, but I guess some things are just pre-destined to happen. For example, I wouldn't even be a Sith if I hadn't worked for the Rebels for a while. That idiot Skywalker couldn't even find me when I was standing not fifteen feet from him. How pathetic is that? Well anyway, working with the Rebels was fun for a while, but when they moved to Hoth, it just got unbearable. So I took my frustration out by slicing into the computer system and setting up false meetings between high-ranking officials. That was fun. Until they found out, that is. I tell you, washing dishes in sub-zero temperatures is no fun. When the Empire showed up, things got more interesting. We actually had to evac, and, well, I think it's rather fun being chased by Star Destroyers. We got to our next rendevous, and found out Princess Leia was missing. You can't believe the chaos that caused; droids and people running everywhere at once, shouting her name. I just couldn't help myself; I started laughing. That didn't make the officers very happy. They probably would have given me more kitchen duty, but the galley on the ship was fully automated. So I got the duty of cleaning up after the mechanics. That was a bad idea on their part; you should never let a known slicer near fighters. When my superiors weren't watching, I sliced into the hanger controls and set a back door up for myself. One `night', I stole out of the crew quarters and stole a B-wing. Before they could do a thing, I'd opened the hanger doors, and escaped. They thought they'd never see me again. Boy, were they wrong. I kept popping up at battles and picking off one or two of their less skilled pilots. Little did they know that I was Force-sensitive. I didn't really know it myself at the time, but in hindsight, all becomes clear. The fights, the ability to tell when an Imp ship was sneaking up on us, everything. I suppose the killing of the Rebels was what made me turn to the Dark Side, but ya know, it's more fun. There aren't any stupid rules like having to stay peaceful and calm. Yup, definitely much more fun. Oh, that's right. I've been telling you all about what caused me to join the Siths, but I haven't actually told you anything about myself, have I? Well, let's see. I was born on Corellia, so of course I have no respect for odds. I'm short, maybe five and a half feet, with grey eyes and light brown hair. My parents died when I was fifteen, but they left me a good bit of cash, so I wasn't in financial trouble. I ran off to help the Rebellion a year later, which was the same year as Hoth. (Hey, I never said I had the best timing in the world.) They almost didn't let me join. They said, "What's a pretty little young thing like you doing out here in the middle of a war zone?" That wasn't the nicest thing they could have asked. I mean, whatever happened to, "Oh, you poor child! What happened to your parents that you don't have any other option in life except joining the Rebellion? Don't you know it's a dead end?" Well, their question didn't make me too happy, so I told them to let me join, or I'd be a good little girl and report their position and numbers to the Empire. That made them think about my offer again, and this time they said yes. Anyway, back to me turning to the Dark Side. About four and a half months before Endor, I was cruising along in my stolen B-wing, (which I'd modified to have stronger shields and weapons, not to mention the new paint job. Bright green with black stripes and red spots has always been a favorite color scheme.)when I ran across this X-wing stranded out in the middle of nowhere. I decided to be neighborly before I vaped him, and asked just who he was and what he was doing out there. He said his name was Bob and that his hyperdrive had quit on him. I thought about that for a moment, and asked him where he had gotten such a silly name as Bob. He just said that was the name his parents had given him. Naturally, I didn't believe him. After I'd painted him with a torpedo lock, he decided it might just be worth his while to talk to me. "For the last time, what is your name?" I asked. I could almost feel him glaring at me through the distance separating us. Then he sighed. "My name is Braiden. I'm supposed to be doing a sweep for hostile activity for my pirate group. It's not supposed to be a very hard task, because the new guys always get it, but I'm no good at it. I always seem to miss incoming ships and get ambushed. This is the second time today. The first group shot out my engines and left me sitting out in the cold. If my life support wasn't still online, I wouldn't be here." I have to admit. I took pity on him. I latched a tow cable onto his ship and started towing him in the direction of his base camp. When we go there, I went down to see if the first group of invaders had left anything there. They hadn't, but there were a bunch of empty bottles lying on the ground. I commed Braiden and asked him what his little pirate group had been hoarding. He told me they had been stockpiling Whyren's Reserve. I shook my head and told him that if the first group hadn't stolen all of it, they'd drunk a good deal of it. Then something caught my eye. There was a hole started in the ground, and there was something shiny inside of it. I grabbed a primitive shovel, and began to dig. And what did I find but a full case of Whyren's Reserve that the first group of pirates hadn't found. It was mine, all mine. A case of the stuff could sell for close to a million credits on the black market. I was going to be rich! That was, I was going to be rich until the first group of pirates returned. I did what I could to hide the case in the underbelly of my B-wing, but I wasn't quick enough. Most of the fighters were flying somewhat erratically, but that wasn't really surprising considering the amount of alcohol they had consumed. The fighter I assumed belonged to the leader was the first to land. It was a strange three-paneled TIE. The pilot jumped out of his craft, and started walking toward me. I held my ground, even though the guy gave me the creeps. He stared at me for a moment, then said, "You have our Whyren's. Give it to us or we will be forced to hurt you." I stared at him. "Who are you to tell me to give up my Whyren's? I found it, and well, even here possession is nine-tenths of the law. Especially here because there is no law. I might just decide to take my Whyren's and make a break for a different system. What would you say to that?" "First off, when I tell you to give me the Whyren's I expect it to happen. Second, I'm more powerful than you. And if you made a break for a different system, my Star Destroyer would vape you. Does that answer your questions?" "All except the part about your name. I would rather like to know who's going to kill me so I can come back and haunt them." "My name is BaronReno, leader of Sith Squadron." "Sith Squadron? I thought all the Sith were dead. Except Vader, that is." "Not all of us have died. There is also myself, and my apprentices who make up the remainder of the squad." "I see. If I join you, could I keep the Whyren's?" "You can't join unless you are strong in the Force. I don't know that about you." "Isn't there some sort of test that lets you check? Vader seems to be able to sense Force-sensitive people. Are you saying you aren't as strong a Sith as he is?" "Yes, there is a test. I am every bit as strong as Vader. I just can't sense you because you are not trained and there's a bit of distance between us." "Well, then, why don't you come over here and see. I can sense you, I think. But I'm sure you would say that is because you are an all-powerful Sith Lord, wouldn't you?" "Well, I am a powerful Sith Lord. Don't know if I'd say I was all-powerful, but it does have a nice ring to it." With that, BaronReno declared that he was taking me under his wing, so to speak, and that I would be a member in his Sith Squadron. He said I wasn't the strongest person in the Force he'd ever met, but I was up there. We all returned to our ships, and prepared to leave the tiny planet. I didn't know what was in store for me, with the Siths, but it had to be better thanliving on the run from both the Rebels and the Empire. BaronReno sent me the coordinates for his SSD, and off we jetted in to hyperspace. Like I said, that was almost six months ago. Lead says the next place we're taking a break is on Tatooine. I've built my lightsaber, of course. It's blue with a lighter blue core. Hopefully, there will be some sort of action on that dull planet to warrant using it. Sith Eight out. (I love saying that.)