As one of the last ARC troopers developed before the nationalizing Cloning facilities, I was deployed to aid coordination the 2nd Airborne under Command of Cody and General Kenobi for their apprehension of General Grievous. After failing to find evidence of General Kenobi’s body after losing two men to local wildlife I reported no one could’ve survived down there and we moved out.

Cody was a good commander. While the Empire’s new doctrines chipped away the old guard bit-by-bit, Cody stood as the pillar keeping us together. Once he left, I wasn’t sure what would happen to us. While we were told stormtroopers were to be the arm of rebuilding order in a war torn galaxy, year after year of putting down insurrections and being replaced by evermore vile leadership led me to accept an honorable discharge.

I took my pension and left to the DurkTeel system in the hopes of finding silent peace but I was met with industrial greenhouses and acid rains that left entrance impossible.

Raised with late stage Republic propaganda and attempts at speeding through quality assurances before the Cloning Nationalization, Osprey excelled in airborne infiltration tactics within a combined arms battle zone. Such skills of mass warfare became irrelevant under the new galactic order, with missions being relegated to training counter-terrorist groups and raiding resisting capitals. With regret weighing heavy on his mind and legal opportunities at a peaceful lively growing more limited, Osprey struggles to cope with veteran life.

While using the Fett template, decades of degradation caused the Kaminoans to use other sources to fill the gaps. As such, his hair is ash, and eyes are colorless.