Background
A "noble" "scion" of Corellia is how Harsa Rojac describes himself. He's one of many, many nephews from a small shipping company. Too distant to be of note, but too close to be anything other than coddled growing up. His love of going fast is stereotypical Corellian nature. His temper, destructive intent, and high-speed attitude, however, are much more him. In an attempt to escape from the underwhelming, bland lifestyle that was laid before him by his family, he entered Imperial Service. His years on the family haulers and natural aptitude for piloting saw him enter Pilot Training. Eight months later he was one of the 80% of washouts. The Empire put him to use flying transports, far away from anywhere that he could actually get the chance to use his weaponry. During these years of dead-end flying, he kept his head down, bitterly minding his own business. He saw the "cargo" more and more, as time went on. First equipment, then droids, then non-humans, then humans. A smuggler delivered them, Rojac took possession of them, and then he dropped them off at a different end to the facility he was stationed in. The Smuggler stayed, sometimes. He struck up a rapport with some of the other personnel. Before long, a defection was planned, one Harsa went along with. Anything would be better than working more for the Empire.
Motivation
Justice, The Empire, Vengeance.
Mostly harmless. Has an intense hate-on for the Empire, viewing them as a scummy pox on the Galaxy. His feelings on nobility, bourgeoisie, and the higher realms of society lend well to a fiery, loud personality.
Duties
Personal Duty
10
Faction Duty
Air Superiority: 26
Harsa values destruction. He believes that one of the surest ways to contribute to the downfall of the Empire is to ensure the success of the Rebel ground forces. Strafing runs, fire support, all of that. He wants to rain pain and hate on Imperial soldiers, armor, and installations.
Description
Harsa can best be described as scowly, salty, and loud. He's still in solid shape, courtesy of years of Imperials, both with and against them. He can frequently be found surrounded in a cloud of smoke, a cloud of profanity, or a cloud of obnoxious revelry.