Back Story:
All Vrabel wanted to be was a Jedi, like his great aunt. So when a Jedi came to to his area, he was so excited to test and become one. He knew he was going to be one! Until the test givers frowned at him and his tears, saying that they didn’t feel that he had any talent for it. On the other hand, his younger sister who he was made to watch that afternoon, was hailed as a prodigy, gifted with the Force. Vrabel was heartbroken and jealous. His little sister wasn’t even supposed to be there.

His older sister was a hotshot pilot, flying dangerous missions for the Republic. She saw the sadness within Vrabel and, she too lacking in Force ability, took him under her wing. She trained him to also be a space pilot, and through the next couple of decades, forged him to be a pretty good one. Others hailed Vrabel as a natural talent, but never as good as his older sister. He shrugged this off. He loved his sibling, and her acts of heroism. He eventually joined her rag tag squadron of other pilots. They took jobs delivering resources and aid to planets on the Outer Rim, for many of the denizens were left helpless. The sister brother duo were making a name for themselves, but always put the needs of others ahead of themselves. The activity of Mandalorian raids were increasing, their calls for battle and spoils kept increasing in frequency. In some places, where the action became severely intense, Vrabel’s sister called upon Jedi within the area to help, but to no avail. These remote sects of Jedi wanted to stay out of politics and the conflict going around them, dealing with their own matters. Many times, Vrabel and his sister evaded and succeeded with their numerous missions. Rarely they failed, and when they did, they redoubled their efforts, even after more and more Jedi aid requests were denied.

In one particular event, Vrabel and his sister was helping a starship load refugees and survivors to prepare them for off planet transport, away from the constant bloodshed. The Jedi were once again called upon, and once again the summons went unanswered. The two siblings diverted much of the hostility from the freighter and on to themselves. The ship made it off world, and the duo began celebrating. Vrabel was able to pull off a near impossible maneuver to evade a combatant, and his sister was ecstatic over his display of aerial prowess. Vrabel mentioned that he had a strange sensation overcome him while in that moment, and his sister hypothesized that maybe, after all this time, he may be tied in with the Force after all. She was excited for him, and it was infectious to Vrabel.

Their mic’d up laughter was cut short as they looked on in dismay as the Mandalorians were still in pursuit and began attacking the ship. Begging through the communications for the assault on innocents to stop, the Mandalorians claimed that the transport ship had many weapons and was in fact a terrorist cell. Vrabel knew this was a lie, as he personally helped load the ship. Nothing but civilians, their belongings, and even more civilians. Long range communications were broadcasted, calling upon any help. No reply. The squadron were on their own against these Mandalorians, and were ultimately unsuccessful. Vrabel turned his attention to the Mandalorians’ fleet and started attacking. His sister ordered him to disengage but he refused. In between a fury of fire, his sister imposed herself between Vrabel and a Mandalorian Davaab-type starfighter, shielding him from death. She gave her last order, for Vrabel to retreat. He looked on in shock as he watched her ship explode, the comm link going silent. The squadron and himself split apart afterwards, the guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders, and the squadron members not willing to follow Vrabel.

Vrabel decided to take off and see where his new connection to the Force may take him, continuing to fight against the Mandalorians. Hopefully to his younger sister, and possibly persuade her into leaving the Order that did nothing to save the lives of hundreds and their own sister.