Name:      Tile Hilder
Age:       25
Hair:      Brown
Eyes:      Blue
Height:    6'2
Sex:       male
Species:   Human
Homeworld: Churba

Story:
Where to begin. Ah yes. It probably all started before the rise of  
Palpatine. My father, Orron Hilder, foresaw the fall of the Republic
and the rise of the Empire. At the time he was a general in the     
Republic Defense Forces. Fearing having to serve in the Imperial    
Navy he reigned his commission.                                     

He moved to the planet Churba where he met my soon to be mother     
Ossus. Two years after they where married I was born. Then a few    
years latter they had twins. One boy, Panto, and a girl, Paplow.    

When I turned eighteen I moved away and enrolled in the Churbian    
Military Academy. Those where happy times. I learned pilot skills.  
How to fly every craft you could think of. They also taught me how  
to be a good little soldier.                                        

Then the inevitable happened. The Imperials contacted my father.    
They wanted him to rejoin the navy. My father declined their offer, 
but the Imperials wouldn't take no for an answer. They sent another 
message this time accompanied by a detachment of storm troopers. My 
father refused them again. The little buggers didn't like that answer
and they took my father and the rest of my family away to Kessel, to
work in the spice mines.                                            

When I heared of this I went rouge. I left the academy and wondered 
around the galaxy. Only stopping on a planet when I liked the whisky.
I worked for smugglers, traders, and other pilots. I learned the ways
of the underworld, but I still had a knack for getting in trouble.  

I was in a cantina on some world out there when I got into a brawl  
with an alien. I think it was a Bothan. I never really trusted them.
Well we were going at it, I was winning (I think) when someone tapped
me on the shoulder. It was another Bothan and he had six friends. I 
let out a string of curses a mile long. Then all of them proceeded  
to beat me up.                                                      

Then I heard blaster shots. I was on the floor and couldn't see, and
when I tried to look up I just got hit back down. Then it stopped.  
And a hand was put in front of me.                                  

"Glad to help a fellow Corellian," the man said.                    

"Well.....I'm not really from Corellia. My ancestors where, but I   
was born on Churba."

"Close enough then," I could see the man now. "I'm Dash Foln."      

"Tile Hilder," I responded. "Buy you a drink?"                      

"Sure. Corellian whisky."                                           

"Barkeep! Two Corellian whiskeys." Well Dash and I sat there for    
hours. Sharing stories from our past and just talking.              

As always the subject of the Empire came up. Dash told me that he   
planned to join a rebel group called the Rebel Squadrons. He told me
they where always looking for good pilots. I told him that I wasn't 
that bad myself. He asked what kind of NavComputer I was used too.  
I told him MIBTW (Macintosh Is Better Than Windows). He said good   
and told me to contact a man only known as WegAntilles. He told me  
to write to Shades1984. And that is how I came about to be in your  
service.                                                            

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