I was born on Commenor, a small, out-of-the-way planet that receives little or no attention from either the Empire or the New Republic. My parents died when I was five, and I grew up on the streets, surviving from what I could steal from the local vendors or from what I could pick from people's pockets. Then, the only person I have truly ever considered a friend came into my life. I was ten at the time. I was picking his pocket when he whirled around and grabbed my arm. I tried to escape, but he was too big for me. I looked into his eyes, but I saw no anger or rage. "Come with me," he said. His name was Jolan Miks, an experienced bounty hunter/thief who had retired from the job to enjoy his wealth. I judged that he had been very successful seeing as how his house was enormous, and he had every luxury a man could want. I grew up under his tutelage for the next several years, learning to be a master thief/bounty hunter, just like my mentor. I had learned almost everything I could, when he was killed. I was away at the marketplace, buying our food for the week when Imperial stormtroopers raided the mansion. He took down at least five of them before he was killed. When I returned home, I cried for hours non-stop. How could they do this to the only one who ever meant anything to me??????? I vowed revenge. Through years of tracking, I finally found out who killed my friend. He's now a retired Imperial trooper who lives in some planet in Imperial territory. I thought about allying myself with the New Republic, but they've never been kind to my kind of "scum." And I definitely have no love for the Empire. My only priority in life is revenge. I must kill this trooper who killed Jolan. I've learned that some small-time smuggler has placed a bounty on his head. I hope I can meet him and kill that trooper before someone else does. The credits will just be a silver lining on my cloud of revenge.