Good pilot? You're damn right I'm a good pilot - it's a natural gift - but here's the thing, any nerf-brained window licker can be trained to fly. Don't make that face at me, you know I'm right. Oh sure, some beings are better at it than others. Take yours truly for example: never had much of a formal training, as it were. I just took to it. It's kind of a Sullustan thing. No, I'd never claim to be the best pure pilot.

But dogfighting, oh mama, that's the stuff. Getting Imps lined up in your sights and popping their eyeballs, hoo yeah. You go get your jollies with all kinds of fancy flying, won't save your ass if you can't shoot straight.

Wait, am I going too quick for you? You seem to be having trouble keeping up. Yeah, I know, I talk fast. It's also something of a gift if you think about it. It gets me what I want more often than you can imagine. You didn't know that? Seriously? It's why I got recruited into this little band of miscreants and malcontents.

Anywho, I can be very persuasive when I want to be. And by persuasive I mean annoying. And persistent. You put those two particular personality traits together with what can be charitably called a "short fuse" and you get, well, me: Chib Gnuk. Oh, don't buy into the bantha poodoo people say about me being gruff, or prickly; you're not going to find a more dedicated or loyal squadron mate. You put your life on the line for me, that's a statement, one I won't forget. My mean streak is reserved solely for those who serve ole Palpy boy, but, yeah, Force help you if you do.

I've broken stormies, marines, pilots, you name it. ISB. Yeah, that's right. Twice my size, thought he was slick. Thought he was a mental fortress. Had him crying for his mama, by the time I was done. He's still in therapy.

In short, yeah, there's a reason Top Brass picked me. I'm a damn good pilot, I'm a hell of a shot, and if you're on the wrong side of this war I'll burrow into your brain, make you tell me what I want to know, and leave you wishing you were never born

Professional: Respect the mission. Don't mess with the mission. Don't get distracted from the mission.

Intelligence: 0

Chib stands about 1.6 meters tall and is easily recognizable as the angriest looking Sullustan you've ever seen. He has deep scars on his left cheek and over his right eye. Get him drunk enough and maybe he'll tell you how he got them.