Born to Corellian immigrants on the planet of Alderaan, Rianni was able live here early years peacefully, despite the ongoing Clone Wars. With her family position as port masters, Rianni regularly interacted with the republic logistic officers of multiple fleets and legions. Her favorite though, was the 285th legion, which was commanded by Jedi general Shahmzar Aonda-Alci , senior clone commander CC-1696 "Bryse", and Padawan Ac'churo Valnuon. Rianni and Ac'churo were fast friends as they were similar in age, if not experience. Rianni always seemed to know what Ac'churo needed for him to resenter himself, a necessary wisdom as the trauma of the Clone Wars weighed heavy on his mind. Though blind, as a miralukan, Ac'churo's ability to consistently beat Rianni at cards impressed her Corellian sensibilities. At the end of the war, the 285th was on planet loading supplies to continue the outer rim sieges. In the middle of this process, order 66 came from command and initiated a running battle throughout the city as master Aonda-Alci made an attempt to flee the city. Unable to do so, he died informing the Losator of what was transpiring. Ac'churo was saved only because he was outside of the city, meditating at a new "calm spot" that had been located by Rianni. With the death of his Master, the Losator family endeavored to smuggle Ac'churo of planet and into the outer rim, though where he ended up, they made sure to specifically never know. Before he left however, Ac'churo entrusted his inoperable lightsaber to Rianni as it would single him out as a Jedi and "while I cherish it, I know that if I lend this to you, I know we will see each other again. Don't ask me how, I just know". With this series of events almost never spoken of again, outside of some key allies, Rianni would have to go on and try again to live a normal life. Not satisfied with this, and with her parents becoming increasingly invloved with the growing rebel alliance on Alderaan, Rianni would verbally bludgeon her way into the Alderaanian war college, where she would spend the next decade becoming an ace pilot. From here, she would accept a position in the Alderaanian royal security force and be funneled in into the rebellion. With her especially unruly and often belligerent demeanor when dealing with commanding officers in the rebellion, she has faced enough sanctions from rebel command that the ground crew for her squadron set their clocks to the occasion. While she would be remis to admit it, this stems from various issues that she has encountered and handled badly. From starting significant brawls after getting harrassed by other pilots and superior officers, for loudly critiquing the strategies and doctrine of her superiors, and frequently sabotaging the equipment of ground staff, pilots, and soldiery over political disputes (droid rights and other equivalents). The final breaking point occurred when she learned of the internal bias that had been leveled against her mentor and friend Lotarra. Flying off in a rage against her commanding officer for a final time, she wrecked her hanger bay, and then fought with the security team that was summoned to restrain her. As she tells it, " with it being 6 on 1 and all, I'm still happy that I got 3 of those goons before they felt they were forced to stun me. If they weren't such pussies, I would have had em' for sure. But I woke up a couple of hours later with a couple of cracked ribs and about a half dozen broken bones in my hand, so that's that. Overall a good day though, the brig officer is a friend actually. She makes this fucking amazing pudding type stuff from her hometown, ships the ingredients in with a smuggler friend that supplied the base with the gruel that everyone else but the officers would eat. Anyway, I didn't want to stick around there anymore, so after the med-tecs patch me up enough to walk, a friend got me to the nearest spaceport via a trainer vessel we had and I managed to make my way here after getting in contact with Lotarra. Oh I almost forgot Felix too, can't forget about Felix. So this fucking stick up his ass, womanizing sleemo base commander named Garzu had this cat that he bought off some rare pet trader 'on the black markets of Coruscant' or whatever. He was so fucking proud of this cat, wouldn't shut the fuck up about it, tried to get it made into like the bases mascot; he'd even show favoritism to squadrons that would work the cat into the fucking ship livery. Only problem is, he didn't know anything about taking care of this cat and never treated it right. You know, never fed it enough or the right food, kept it cooped up in a small crate for most of the time, didn't bathe it enough, you get the idea. So with all of this, the cat fucking hated him, like could not stand him whatsoever, but he'd paid a fortune for it supposedly and he wouldn't just leave the subject alone. So on my way out of that shithole of a base, I liberated his fucking cat and brought him with me."