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Old 10-07-2000, 02:56 PM   #1
K_Kinnison
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The story of Rollo Mosari

Born during the dawn of the New order on Duro near the main Duros spaceport of Tenak Sha. Grew up playing video games and watching freighters taking off from the spaceport. Ended up hearing a lot of stories from the spacer folk and always knew that is what he was going to do. His father told him he had the Spacer look, like most of the Duros they were natural pilots.

He grew up hearing over the Holonet about the great things that Chancellor Palpatine was doing for the Galaxy. But the Spacers he talked to told of a different story. Strict customs, high tariffs and taxes, and the ever present and powerful Imperial Navy. He understood studying history in school that the "Empire" would not be tolerated forever…someone was going to fight back and bring back the good old days of the Old Republic.

Once he reached the age of majority (16 years) he was put into service with his Uncles Company Duros Trading Unlimited. He started out as lowly technicians working on an out of date Xiytiar-Class Transport. For 2 years he kept on working and started specializing on targeting systems. Since the transport normally doesn’t have and weapons the Lasers it did have were heavily modified and needed constant attention. Then his big break came. While the craft was in hyperspace he was working on the Dorsal Turbo laser controls. When the ship was pulled out of hyperspace buy a rogue asteroid. Since his uncle preferred to stay on the main shipping lines that meant only one thing…Pirates. As the craft made a hasty Reversion, the pilot was not able to avoid the asteroid in its path. The dorsal side scraped along the asteroid overloading the top shields and casing the bulkheads to seal on the top levels. Rollo was left alone in the turret. Quickly sizing up the situation he immediately manned the Turbo-Laser and did a quick start up. Knowing he would have only a few shots before the cold systems overloaded he turned on the targeting system to see what was happening. It wasn’t working. He was going to have to use the mark one eyeball to fire the cannon. Looking out the window he saw a Corellian Corvette. There was one major flaw in the design and he knew that was the transport only chance. Taking careful aim just like he did playing "Star Commander" as a kid he lined up the cannon, and fired 3 shots directly at the radiator fin of the Corvette. Three shots and three direct hits. The captain of the Corvette would now be worrying about a possible reactor overload instead of it quarry.

Soon after the situation was under control, he was ask to report to the captains quarters. He was congratulated and given the choice of becoming an officer on the ship. At the age of 18 Rollo became the Executive Navigation officer of the transport. Once he became an officer he spent more time in the simulators on the ship. His reputation started growing as an expert marksman. And after a year he was given the chance to become a Z-95 fighter pilot. And one of the escorts for the transport.

The years passed, and the company started to profit from the ability to transport goods, with out loss. This also started perking the interest of some of the more little reputable transport companies. One day the Transport was doing a cargo transfer in the Tatoo system. After the transfer was complete the ships (both the Xiytiar-Class Transport, and the other Action IV Bulk freighter) un-docked. A squadron of Supa fighters came hypering in, and then to add to the confusion the Bulk freighter exploded (from a scuttle charge or bomb) Rollo and a few of the other Z-95s and Y-wing scrambled to intercept the Sup/Fs. Quickly Rollo realized that he might make the big jump on this light fight. The Supa was much heavily armed and armored versus the Z-95. The Supa fighters Quickly took out the Y-wings and made a B-line toward the Transport. The 8 Remaining ships launched Torpedoes and his home for the last 6 years. 16 torpedoes were launched, 32, then 64, not even the guns on the transport or the Z-95s could take out enough in time. Tears started streaming down his eyes as he saw his life being blown to bits. His mouth on its own screamed his frustration and rage as he tried to take as many Supa fighters as possible. Soon after the last one Hypered away, totally ignoring what was left. All that was left was the wreckage of the battle. His Z-95 was not capable of hyperspace and already took some hull damage. His only chance was to try and land on Tatooine.

Coaxing what was left of the Z-95 into the atmosphere the repulsors and some of the atmospheric systems we out. Even the Ejection seat didn’t work. Rollo was able to do a belly landing with some scrapes and bruises in the Dune Sea. So after landing the fusion system in the Z-95 starting doing a cascade failure. Quickly getting some survival equipment out he left, in search of civilization.

After 2 month of wandering around through the desert and sandstorms. Delirious, and de-hydrated, he finally saw something in the distance. Some sort of fortress carved out of a mountain. He quickened his pace, hoping to at least find some shelter. As he got closer he realized there was some sort of battle going on. Strangely garbed people who rode banthas, and were using makeshift weapons. And in the fortress he saw small Brown robed creatures running about in confusion. Bringing out his survival Blaster and a few grenades his decided to attack the strange robed people attacking the fortress. Once the attackers realized someone that knew how to fight was attacking them they quickly left the area with loud hoots and howls. He found the residents willing to accept him into their fortress. Not knowing there language, or customs he was thankful for the food and water they provided. And some much needed rest.

After a few days under the care of the Jawas, he realized he was not really welcomed. The Jawas gave him 2 parting gifts. A cobbled together swoop, and a barley functional R2 unit to guide him to the nearest human settlement. Several Times during the weeklong trip the swoop broke down, or the Droid broke down trying to fix the broken down swoop. When a sandstorm hit him he was able to hide in a cave that was carved out of a Mesa. Shortly after entering the cave he started getting edgy, something was bothering Rollo. Then a piercing scream deafened him from inside the cave. Rollo stood there paralyzed and a 30-foot monstrosity came towards him. With Brown scales and three horns, and it was obviously a carnivore. While he was frozen in place and the monster approached His R2 unit let out and even more impressive Howl. This brought Rollo to action. Grabbing the Swoop he immediately fled the area. Coming back at nightfall to see the lights from the R2 unit patiently waiting for him. The Droid lurched forward and properly fell flat on its front side, reviling a long gash on its back…the monster left its mark, and the R2 was now beyond all repairs.

He was able to finally find the City of Mos Eisley. It was easy to find that with the freighter traffic leaving, Rollo felt like it was a homecoming of sorts. Finding a job and the spaceport and a mechanic, he waited his time out until he could get off-planet. He didn’t know it at the time because his was trying to convince another Duros about upgrading his ship with some less then legal parts. But he did notice the old man with the energy sword, and he knew that something important was happening, he just didn’t know what it was.

After the Imperial left for whatever reason he was working on the engine of a transport. He accidentally tripped over a shipping crate, and out spilled blasters…military grade blasters. He knew that these were illegal, Class 1 Imperial Customs infraction. This was something big, and he wanted a part of it. He was holding one of the blasters when the Captain walked in. he looked at Rollo. Was he going to kill him? The standoff seemed to last forever, until the captain ask him "Would you like to see what those are for?" Rollo nodded.

The captain was a rebel cell member delivering supplies to another cell near the core. He asked if Rollo wanted to join. This is when he knew he was going to be able to fly again.


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