Background
3807th Penal Legion
Activity Log....
Today I have been impressed upon by a new recruit. He swears that he has some sort of preternatural ability to shoot but I don't believe him. He's in the legion for a stolen ship, not for killing anybody. I have assigned him to the scouts. He's Corellian so he can drive a speeder bike. I'll hold onto him long enough to send him to the Grand Army.
-Commander Ron Thoebold
Motivation
The good life has a cost. Usually someone wants to live well, they're going to have to come up with some way to afford that cost. Problem is, that being able to afford to pay usually relies on a series of circumstances. Lining those circumstances up is a matter of being consistent. Being consistent is a matter of always being ready to take advantage of a situation. Going to war instead of jail is a turning of a liability into an opportunity.
And the worlds I'm going to are a hotbed of opportunity.
Duties
Wetwork.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, there was a young Giard, stuck at home with his family. He dreamed of the stars, of the places that the ships they toiled on would go when done. He longed to feel the soft humming of engines and see the lights of hyperspace. However, getting off of Corellia was a bit beyond him, his father's father, his father, and he were slated to work in a factory. However, a small loan shark gave him a loan with which he bought a ship, and thought that this would be his ticket off of Corellia. A few short hops later and he became quite the prolific hunter on nearby worlds, usually using his ship as a shooting platform. This allowed him to come home with food almost every day and he'd often spend the weekends away on some forgotten forest world nearby. However, one day his luck ran out. The ship he bought was stolen, he was offered an option. Instead of simply going to jail, he was offered a choice, go to prison or go to war.
The choice was that he didn't have a choice, he went to war.
Description
A lanky fellow with brownish hair, hazelish eyes and plain skin. He is commonly quiet or distracted, reading a small army manual to see how he's supposed to behave now that he's here.