[Redacted] grew up on Corellia, living a basic life among the few family he had left. While life wasn't exactly easy growing up under the rule of the Republic it was more than most could ask for. [Redacted] spent days watching the shipyards churn out ships for the war effort and watch the swarms of Clone Trooper Battalions come and go. Growing up he took menial jobs, working as a courier to help bring in credits to keep the family home and keep food on the table.

Then one day the Clone Troopers stopped coming and were replaced by new shiny white armored troops, having no current effect on [Redacted's] life he kept working as a courier now working under the 'Galactic Empire'. Eventually the creds started to run dry and [Redacted] came across posters everywhere 'Imperial Defense Recruitment Bill' it paid more than the previous job and meant that this was [Redacted's] ticket off planet.

Now a proud member of the Imperial Army he served on the outer and mid Rims, helping to keep the peace of the new Empire. Six months into service his CO (First Sergeant. Alexis) pushed him forwards for the armies IASM (Imperial Army Special Missions trooper) selection. Now serving as a sniper this is where [Redacted] got his first true taste of combat. His new IASM unit was tossed around battle to battle, with no regard for the lives of the soldiers. Most accepted it, [Redacted] thought it was a pointless waste of life. The only thing he was thankful for is that the officers left the IASM squads to their own devices, being able to complete the mission in anyway they see fit.

It was during this time that [Redacted] started to question what they were really doing out in the Rim, overwatching hits on seemingly random people and sometimes not even limited to those who could fight. Many a time did blows nearly come to pass when [Redacted] would question officers on why families were being targeted. Then came Operation: Lumina. A routine mission to a planet known as Vendaxa. Get in, kill the target, get out. Oh, if only it were so easy. The IASM squad was ambushed the moment they stepped off the shuttle, loosing two in the volley. Retreating only faired a whisper of rest as the planets local beast, The Acklay, bared down on the squad [Redacted] watched his squad mates ripped limb from limb. Then in orbit, friendly ships appeared. [Redacted] was ready to leap up in joy, until the two Arquitens class cruisers came in low and opened fire with their guns. [Redacted] was lucky enough to get blown away by the shockwave and get half buried in the ground, he could only watch as the rest of the squad retreated without him and cursed the Imperial Navy as they left the system. (To this day [Redacted] still shudders when seeing an Arquitens cruiser).

Holding on to the edge of life [Redacted] was all but ready to give up as an Acklay bared down on him. That was until he watched an armor clad figure dispatch the Acklay quicker than even the ships could. The man knelt down and it was at this point when it dawned on [Redacted] this person, was his target.

[Redacted] was taken care of by the man, he only gave him the name 'Skirata' and then gave [Redacted] a choice. To stay here on the planet and die or come with him. [Redacted] had seen this 'Empires' way of doing things and decided that this was the time to leave. He left his ID tags on the planet and joined the man.

[Redacted] was trained by the man, close combat, ranged combat, the art of fighting. The man revealed more about his past, he was a Mandalorian, feared throughout the galaxy for their ruthless efficiency and combat prowess. [Redacted] expressed both gratitude for the training and a new found appreciation for the culture. With this the man gifted [Redacted] with his new identity. He was now Vael Skirata, a proud member of the Skirata Clan. Vael's master guided him through following his path, killing those who he deemed fit for contract but most of all, taught him to be honorable and always do what he himself believed in.

A year passed and with his masters blessing Vael went off alone into the Rim, to make a name for himself. Taking bounties that served his purpose, Vael did damage to the empire through bounties wherever possible and from time to time, still tried to sent some credits back to his parents on Corellia.

Now on a backwater planet in the Rim, Vael awaited his next mission.

Type: Cause
Description: The Weak/Charity
Hates the Empire's ideological goals and wants to help change them, in any way possible.

[20] Dutybound:
Is in a constant search for any pieces of Mandalorian Armor (Enough to form a full set).