My first memory is something that happened to me when I was twelve years old. Yeah, you heard right, twelve! Let me explain it to you…

I was on board a pretty battered YT-1300, with smoke coming from nearly ever piece of equipment, and I was getting shaken about in the co-pilots chair. There was a man next to me in a dark cloak, trying incredibly hard to keep the ship going. The main display was lighting up bright red from lasers flashing outside.

Also in the display, I could see a small, orange planet in the distance. Suddenly, a Z-95 ship zoomed into view as it passed the front of our ship. I hear the man next to me shouting “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe,” and then with a crashing din next to me, I black out…

The next thing I remember is being woken up by a remarkably thin droid. I wasn’t shaking about anymore, and the smoking in the cockpit had died down a little. The man next to me was spread out over the main console, with blood pouring from a massive wound to the head. I then jumped out from my seat, and ran out of the ship, with the droid not far behind. I didn’t know why then, I just had a bad feeling about the next event.

The ship blew up as I was running for cover. The droid jumped on me and brought me to the ground to protect me, and I stayed on he ground for a moment before looking up and seeing the totalled shell of what was a YT-1300.

I can’t remember anything before that happened. I must have taken a blow the head and lost my memory. Some would say that it affected me more than that, but I just take it as a joke, and then give the said people a battering.

The said people are actually my friends and comrades from the TIE Corps. It has been about five years since the massacre at Endor, and I am now a pilot trying to rid the galaxy from the crooks and pirates that make up the Rebel Alliance. They now go under the name “New Republic”, fighting for freedom and peace, but all they have done is disrupt the order of the Imperial Empire. More people have died or been treat unfairly since the rebellion begun than under the Empire, and the Rebels say that their sole purpose is to stop that from happening.

Anyway, I jumped a fair bit of the story there, so I’ll fill you in to the present. I was on the barren desert planet for roughly four years, surviving from the rations left behind by a long since dead Jedi. He had gone to the planet to avoid the “balancing” that Lord Vader had been ordered to do by the Empire. The Jedi apparently put up a decent fight, so his droid told me.

I had a look at a few of his notes that he left behind and practiced his teachings to pass the time. An Imperial scout eventually rescued me. He was searching the area for Rebel bases, and he took me back to Aurora Prime, the now Imperial capital. From there, I joined the Imperial Academy as a pilot, where I had a lot of fun with my new friends. I didn’t really have the chance to chat to people when I was stranded, so I loved meeting all of these new people. From there I eventually progressed to the TIE Corps, where I am now a Flight Leader in Beth Squadron.

That’s not the end of it though, as I spent all of my leave time trying to discover who I am. Through lots of searching, I traced my family to Corellia. My father was a Lord when the Emperor ruled the galaxy, given the title due to his “special operations” he done to discover and neutralise rebellious cells against the Empire.

Members of the Rebellion slaughtered my family soon after Endor, when they got information on my father and went after him. It was all done very quietly, so no one would know that the Rebellion would do something so atrocious as wiping out a whole family, aristocracy at that! The family estate was still there when I discovered this, as it was given to the butler, whom the Rebellion somehow though was a slave. Really, he was just remarkably loyal, and told me all of this when he discovered who I really was.

The Grand Admiral Ronin also found this out, and offered me a special position, unknown to any others. I was given the task to be the same as my father, as a special operative to the Empire. I was given little privileges, such as the chance to train under more that one Armed Force at once, special leave to do his dirty work and go where I was told, as long as I kept my position quiet.

My real name, well my birth name is Denwar Nyvyn, the heir to Lord Nyvyn of the House Nyvyn. It’s a mouthful I know, so I don’t tell anyone that I am aristocracy. I simply tell them that I am an Imperial pilot, Commander Werdna Elbee.