Name: Aristoc Pere
Callsign: Aristoc
Race: Ksei (looks human to the untrained eye)
Home World: Ksei I
Age: 129 standard years old (appears 25 to the untrained eye)
Family: Kriusa Pere (mother - deceased), Rtoleg Pere (father - deceased), Paliout Pere (brother - deceased)
Social Status: Single

Physical Description:
Hair: Mid-length straight jet-black with some streaks of blonde
Eyes: Silver-colored and constantly scanning his surroundings
Scars: One running from the right side of his head and down along his side to his waist
Cybernetics: His entire right arm was amputated and replaced with a cybernetic arm.

Biographical History:

Forced to leave his planet at a very early age due to the Clone Wars which nearly wiped out his people, including his family, Aristoc became a freighter captain and traveled the Galaxy in search of the survivors of his race.

On one fateful day he drifted off course and came into the middle of a pirate raid on a group of Republic vessels. During the heat of the battle, Pere destroyed many of the pirate ships, saving his own hide, and in effect saving the Republic ships. Feeling the adrenaline with him, he later joined the Republic Military Force, training to be a starfighter pilot. Upon graduating, he quickly stepped up in rank due to many encounters that provided him many opportunities.

Several decades past, and the Republic fell, paving the way to the Empire. Seeing a prominent future in the Empire, he quickly joined. He excelled in the ranks as before.

Aristoc Pere was eventually transferred to one of the elite squadrons stationed at the first Death Star. He performed several special operations during its construction

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The following comes from the Psychological Analysis Interview of Aristoc Pere, Vast Empire Navy Recruit
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I was trying to evade the enemy fire coming from above me, and I initiated a defensive maneuver that in turn knocked me into the walls of the trench, a stabbing pain went through my hand and up my right arm as sparks flew from all directions. I maneuvered the TIE in the opposite direction this time, I could only think of getting out of the trench. The TIE rose and I almost cleared it when a terrible explosion ripped the wing right off my TIE. I was lucky, very lucky that the hull didn't fracture and suck me out into open space. I was even luckier because the explosion rocketed the ship straight out of the trench. The explosion sent an enormous feeling of pain through my body, I could smell my burning flesh. I could feel tears forming in my eyes, the pain was so terrible. In its current condition the TIE was unable to fight and so was I, my mind was now only filled with the thought of survival.

I looked down at my controls, guidance barely operational, I had lost one of the Ion Engines and was being hurled away from the Death Star; the pride of the Empire, at top speed. I could see a few Patrol Crafts through the scarred visor of my helmet trying desperately to get away from the Death Star. And then IT happened, the one thing that never could have happened, the station I was sworn to protect exploded into a million pieces, the Emperor's toy, had been destroyed.

I woke up in the Med facility of what could have been a small craft, looking around at the colorful walls and paintings I knew immediately it was not an Imperial ship. A 2-1B droid was just finishing attaching something to my hand. I sat up still quite dizzy from the medication given to me and glanced at my hand. I felt no pain and the tissue was completely healed, as for my face however, it had a very large scar stretching right down underneath my medical clothes.

"What happened?" I asked.

The droid responded in a very monotonous voice, "You have sustained many injuries and your arm was amputated and replaced with a bionic substitute, it is quite operational and is responding quite well to the synthflesh."

"WHAT? You've replaced my arm with a machine?"

"Yes sir, without it you wouldn't have -" the droid was interrupted by a man walking through the door. He looked like a large frog, he didn't smell very nice either. He identified himself as Oniari Iseth.

"Hello, I'm glad you made it safe and sound, you're a very lucky man you know, the TIE was in very poor shape when we brought it in," he said with a very raspy and low pitched voice.

"How did I get on your ship?" I asked.

"Well, we heard about the Death Star and decided to come here on a salvage operation, that's when we found you drifting many kilometers away from Yavin. We almost hit you exiting from hyperspace. We pulled in the TIE and were surprised to find a living pilot inside it. Anyway, you should probably get some rest, then we can talk. I have a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I asked, the man was being a little too kind for my liking.

"Rest now, I'll talk to you about it later." I felt something cold across his neck and then fell asleep.

When I awoke again Oniari Iseth was standing to the side of the bed. "Ah, you're awake." He made a sign to one of the 2-1B droids and it came over and shot something into my neck again. "Now about my proposal," he started with a broad smile across his face, "I am building a small fleet of salvaged ships over Kessel and I'd like you to help train my pilots, I'm sure an experienced TIE pilot such as yourself would have many skills he'd be willing to share. I am a very rich man and can make it worth your while, just name a price and you've got it."

Thinking about it made sense, I failed the Empire and if ever I was found I was sure that I wouldn't be forgiven for not protecting the Death Star. I will need to start a new life and this man can give me the money I would need to do so. Training pilots isn't something I had in mind but if I could make enough money training pilots for this man's so called 'fleet' I would be able to pursue other things, like getting revenge upon the rebels who'd basically ruined my career as one of the most promising pilots in the Empire.

End of Psychological Analysis Test, due to subject not wishing to discuss this part of his past any furthe///
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The life of Aristoc Pere during his service to Oniari Iseth is shrouded in mystery; no one is sure where he was at anytime and what he was doing, and thus his past is the subject of many rumors amongst his fellow Imperials. The primary rumor, though unconfirmed by Aristoc, says that during one heated row with Oniari, he lost his temper and the energies which he knew nothing about and could not control were unleashed upon the man, killing him instantly.

Terrified by the consequences that would arise as a result of killing the wealthy general of a private army, Aristoc Pere fled Kessel in the Xesthen, a Corvette formerly belonging to Oniari. He joined a group of pirates, unaware of their criminal nature and was manipulated into fighting against the Empire. Within a year he had shown amazing combat skills, being both an ace pilot in the R-41 Starchaser craft and a much feared figure in hand-to-hand combat. He was forced to live almost as a recluse, afraid to stay in the presence of his pirate friends less his temper would kill them also.

During the battle between a TIE elite squadron and the pirates, Aristoc's craft was disabled and Pere was taken aboard the and Imperial Star Destroyer. An admiral recognized the man he presumed dead from the Battle of Yavin and put forth a recommendation for Pere to be reaccepted into the Imperial Navy. Aristoc swore to hunt down and kill all enemies of the Empire in order to put right the wrongs he had done during his time with the pirates.

Aristoc joined the Imperial Navy once again and passed through the Imperial training academy a second time with flying colors.  In the space of a few short years, Aristoc fought many more battles for the Empire - his first task was to lead the assault group which destroyed the entire pirate base on which he had formerly lived. Aristoc was rapidly promoted through the ranks within the Imperial Navy.  Pere was then assigned to serve under Admiral Thrawn in the Outer Rim as a minor pilot. It was during this time that the Empire was dealt a cowardly blow by the Rebel Alliance, and Palpatine was killed at the battle of Endor. As Thrawn and his fleet sped back to Coruscant they were harried by Rebels at every step, and Aristoc Pere became isolated from the rest of the fleet in his TIE Defender. He called for help when he spotted a small Rebel fleet, but Thrawn must have considered him expendable. Alone, he fought off a Rebel attack force of 12 A-Wings and 12 X-Wings launched from a Light Calamari cruiser by escaping into an asteroid field nearby, but his ship's hyperdrive was damaged and it took him nearly a week to get back to the nearest Imperial space marked on his nav computer.

And so it was that a battered TIE Defender limped into the control space of the Vast Empire's Tadath platform where it was drawn into dock. Aristoc was found unconscious but alive, and when he recovered he became a citizen to the Vast Empire, swearing that he had enough of war for a lifetime.  Several years later, he feels the urge to fly and is unable to find civilian life appealing, and applies for the Imperial Navy once again. He is currently undergoing his Vast Empire training and holds the rank of Flight Cadet. His hot temper has been cooled somewhat over the years but he is still possessed of an almost irrational hatred of traitors which at times clouds his judgment. His search for his lost race continues to this day as well...