Decades ago...

The beast roared angrily as it prepared to destroy anything in it's wake. Nothing was safe from it's all consuming wrath. Even a rancor would have run in panicked terror. But today, today the beast would die...

Jipt Swuandor piloted his modified LAAT/i straight towards the fire's all consuming maw. On Taboon, a world renowned for its hardwood, this was a battle of life and death. At best, every minute the beast lived represented tens of thousands of credits worth of old growth forest destroyed. At worst, the casualties would be more than just economic. It had taken the planetary governor some intense negotiations to get his hands on the craft, even after they had been fully demilitarized, and they hadn't come cheap. Some were left as transports, for hot shot crews. Others, like this one, had been converted into firebombers, their holds carrying tanks of retardant. All were dutifully maintained.

Jipt kept a close eye on the fire line, trying to determine which morsels would feed the beast the most. Deny it food, and the the fire would die. "Steady... Steady... Stay on target.... Now!"
A line of chemicals streamed down right where Jipt had intended smothering plants and trees near the fireline. Instants later, a hot updraft caught the wings of the Larty and Jipt narrowly missed getting caught in a firenado. This attack alone wouldn't kill the inferno, but it would weaken it...

In the present...

A new threat loomed on the horizon. Spreading as swiftly as a fire, the Galactic Empire consumed everything in it's wake, leaving worlds charred and barren only after consuming all the resources it could get its hands on. The Empire's propoganda machine did its best to trivialize and justify the damage, but the truth always came out eventually. Relatives, friends, and associates across the Galaxy told stories far different from the drivel on the GNN...

And now the Empire had come for Taboon. Loathe to see his planet meet the gate of other resource rich worlds under the Empire, Jipt had been amongst some of the earliest to join the fledgling resistance on the planet. They flew whatever aircraft they could get their hands on. The earliest missions had involved evacuating locals who had been unfortunate enough to draw the Empire's ire, and later, the resitance had made a few attacks of opportunity on transports. Jipt remembers well his first space mission, a bombing run on a light cruiser. It hadn't been much different from flying the fire line...

As he settled into his bunk for a few precious hours of shut eye, Jipt felt confident that through persistent, small scale attacks, this conflagration would meet its end just as all the others had. There would be damage. There would be losses. But what would be saved would be well worth the cost...

*Quest for freedom
*Thrill

Jipt loves the thrill he gets from flying in high-risk situations.
He also detests the yoke of the Empire, and wants his planet to be free of Imperial control.

10 Duty: Space superiority

Jipt is fairly average looking as sullustans go, though his face is a bit longer, and his skin has a slight greyish tint. He carries a toolkit with him, out of habit, and he still wears the same grease-smudged pit overalls he wore when he flew on fire patrol.

(I'm working on an illustration)