“It’s a trap!”

I still remember that day with transparisteel clarity. We were all nervous, but excited to play a role in what was certain to be a historic day, one way or the other.

I was just a junior assistant at the time. Chief didn’t trust me to watch a simple refresher exhaust valve, let alone any key systems heading into a full on assault of the Emporer’s toy so I was relegated to being the sentient equivalent of a redundant system - a lot had to go wrong for me to play a part.

Of course, a lot did.

Bok and Taris weren’t prepared for the evasive maneuvers when we had to pull up and away from the Death Star and got thrown around like toys. Luckily they only broke some bones and ended up OK, not like our friends on the other MC-80s…

Anyway, a sublight stabilizer relay went all frizzy because of the strain from pulling up and I was the only one left to make sure Home One wasn’t about to go into a death spiral. I got that fixed and then another warning light popped on and then another and another. It was like playing Whack a Lolth Cat, every time you’d get one system back online another would fail. Don’t think I’m trying to make myself sound like some hero - I’m not. I just did my job so everyone else could do theirs. You won’t hear anything about that in the history holos, but the Admiral knew and I got a special commendation for it.

I was promoted to senior assistant to the Chief’s assistant chief. Made sure Home One ran smoothly as she took parade laps around the galaxy, cleaning up the remains of the Imperial fleet. Once that job was done, well, there wasn’t much use for a warship was there? The damned politicians started using her as a diplomatic vessel. Hah! Even the ones that were Imperial loyalists wanted to use her as their personal carriage. Wanting to rewrite history. Wanting to pretend THEY were in on the Fulcrum initiative. Took her from Abregado-Rae to Wild Space and everywhere in between.

Yeah, I’ve been with this ship a long time. Worked my way up from the bottom to get where I am today. Earned my title, didn’t get it bestowed upon me like some of these younger chiefs these days. I know every square inch of this vessel inside and out. Spider and I have personally overseen every retrofit on this ship.

Wait, you don’t know Spider? Spider’s that WED Treadwell over there. Best engineering droid in the fleet. It’s thanks to Spider that my team of mechanics are the most efficient in the galaxy. Well, Spider and Rilla, my senior assistant Chief. That’s her over there, the dark-skinned human with blue hair. Took us a while to get her up to speed, but she’s sharp, for a youngster anyway.

She’ll probably take my place eventually, assuming the rumors about top brass wanting to send Home One to the scrap yards aren’t true. They better not be. There’d be no New Republic if it wasn’t for this ship. Pretending like that’s not true and acting like Home One’s bantha poodoo in a state dinner is damn short sighted. They think the Imperials are done. I tell you what, a Ronto doesn’t change its scales. They’re just waiting and I’m going to make sure this ship is in top operating condition when the other shoe drops.

Now if you don’t mind I need to finish this project I’ve been working on. It’s my third go and I’m pretty sure I’ve got it perfected this time. What? No, you’ll find out when everyone else does. That’s the way it always works. I don’t give the starfighter or marine corps their new toys until I’m satisfied with them. Makes the captain crazy sometimes, but really do you want it fast or do you want it perfect? It can’t be both.

Modification: Kordan has spent the past 20 years improving not just Home One, but also the gear and starfighters its complement uses to do their jobs. Virtually all the onboard systems have his flipperprints all over them.

Responsibility 10: Kordan feels a deep need to keep Home One in peak operating condition, nearly obsessively so.

Kordan is a burly Mon Calamari with mottled orange and brown skin. The gravelly nature of all Mon Calamari voices is doubly so with Kordan and he peppers lots of colorful language into his conversations. His gruff exterior can be tough to get through, but once you do you've got a loyal friend for life.