Toco was born into slavery. Property. Owned. No more than a fleshy droid. Certainly not a person. He isn't even certain which world he is from. Passed from owner to owner, master to master. Property.

A life of toil and fighting was abruptly changed when Toco's last owner double crossed an undercover Rebel procurement specialist. After the smoke cleared, the Rebellion was left one man richer.

Toco doesn't "get" freedom. He keeps following instructions, cause that means the food will come. The Rebellion has treated him better than any other sentient in his short life, and he is willing to die to help them topple the Empire. An Empire that has enslaved whole species.

Connection: No One
He doesn't know his history or his family. He doesn't even know where to look.
All Toco knows is the people who gave him his life back are fighting a struggle against the Empire. His life is for the Rebellion to use.
And he is terrified what would happen to him if the Rebellion was crushed; or even worse, won.

Sabotage 35
Toco has been used to disrupt the Imperial chain of command via Anti-Material shooting (sniping messenger droids and comm array antennas) and the occasional strategic "retirement". He doesn't think of it as assassination, but he doesn't really examine the motives of a mission too deep.

6 foott tall human male. 190lbs. Thin and Wiry. The scar across his face is just the first of many that decorate his flesh. Calluses on his hands speak of a lifetime of hard work. Surprisingly nimble. Quiet. Sometimes it seems like he is in another place.