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Name: Jace Freeman
Call sign: LoneWolf
Height: 6ft, 2in
Reason for joining the VE: Revenge for the death of parents
Birthplace: Imperial Space Colony: 225001
Allow me to introduce myself, my name, my real name, is Jace Freeman, you will know me mostly as my alias however; LoneWolf. I was born on an Imperial space colony near Corellia, I've been an Imperial all my life. My family owned and managed a small transport company which was contracted by the Empire. I grew up in wealth and was perhaps more spoiled than I would like to admit. Being the brat I was I insisted on being allowed the one thing my folks wouldn't permit; to become a soldier. This led my family into feud which to this day I regret fueling. As fate would have it I got into a major argument with my parents which led to me getting a black eye. I was denied the chance to reconcile with my parents because they were killed in a raid by the Rebel Alliance. My parents had apart of a convoy which was transporting materials for the Death Star, a hot target apparently. The good thing about being in a wealthy family is that you get a lot of credits, to me they were worthless but I wasn't stupid enough to simply through them out. I bought myself enough weaponry to start a mercenary squadron, one I called Phantom Squadron. My life as a Republic hating mercenary was short lived however. As the war created a balance of power and Republic soon created an influence, many traitors wanted go get on the Republic's good graces. My group of mercenaries was used in a scheme as scapegoats to give another group favor within the Alliance. I disbanded my squadron in the middle of our demise to give my wing mates a chance to escape. I ran away from the Rebels as a fugitive, charged with treason and other fun crimes against their precious forming government. A few months passed with me on the run, and I soon found myself near a now familiar region of space. I was recruited into the Vast Empire Naval Division by a fellow with the name Riel Fury. I quickly finished my training and was transferred into a newly formed squadron, one named Aegis squadron. As time and soldiers passed on I found myself seeing all sides of the navy and soon had my call sign changed into Aegis one. My career in the Vast Empire took me from the navy to the army to desertion even. I let my feelings about my parents death escalate until I took on the guise of a darker person. I became so encompassed in my own personal war to the point where I found myself responsible for the death of an Imperial citizen. I've now come to accept the deaths of my parents and find myself keeping to the duties I was sworn to, my duty as an Imperial officer. I wonder what the Vast Empire will hold for a washed up ace fighter pilot?