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[[Lieutenant]] Hav Antiel is a TIE pilot assigned to [[Epsilon Squadron]], Flight III, Position 2 as part of [[Wing I]] aboard Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer [[ISD Hammer|<i>Hammer</i>]].
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<b>[[Lieutenant Commander]] Hav Antiel</b> is a TIE pilot assigned to [[Epsilon Squadron]] as [[Flight Leader|Flight III Leader]] as part of [[Wing I]] aboard Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer [[ISD Hammer|<i>Hammer</i>]].
  
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==Biography==
 
==Biography==
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I was born on Gus Talon, a moon of Corellia. My father worked as a fabricator for the Corellian Engineering Corporation building YT- and YU-series freighters. My mother worked at the cantina of the nearby Gus Talon Station. Both of my parents were immigrants to the system with little tying them to Corellian culture. The moon was a flat, boring place. I dreamed of becoming a smashball player for the Corellia Dreadnaughts.
 
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When I was just nine years old, rebel terrorists destroyed Gus Talon Station. It was a disaster. The air was filled with black smoke for days, and it was hours before we learned that my mother was safe. Hundreds were dead, including women and children. But the rebels twisted the account of the attack to blame the Empire for the station's destruction. They claimed that the Empire had targeted Gus Talon Station for being a rebel stronghold. Our small, lunar society was in shambles. It felt like our world had been turned upside down. In the ensuing turmoil, my family was steadfast in their support of the Empire. We started to feel the judgment of our newly skeptical community. First our neighbors questioned our loyalties; then our friends; and, finally, members of our own family. We were ostracized for our loyalty to the Empire.
 
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After the attack on Gus Talon Station, my father wanted to ship out to another Core world, but his meager earnings didn't allow us much freedom. We were stuck. With the little savings he could spare, my father began putting credits away for what he called our getaway ship; an ancient YG-4210 freighter named the Nomad.
 
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As I grew older, I watched my former friends take up arms against the Empire in the name of the "rebel cause." Meanwhile, my mother and I lived as pariahs on the fringe of society while my father was stationed for months at a time on CEC manufacturing stations.
 
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It was a cruel existence living amidst the shifting alliances of the Corellian System. Corellia enforced martial law on Gus Talon with a brutal paramilitary, the Corellian Security Force. CorSec monitored our every move. They followed me home from school, calling me “Imp Boy” and kicking at my heels. Years of political patronage and shadow dealings had turned Corellia into a crucible for sedition and anti-Imperial sentiments. Despite the protests of the dwindling loyalist population, the powerful Corellian Merchants' Guild prevented Imperial intervention and made life on Gus Talon unbearable.
 
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When the rebels began building a base on Corellia in 1 ABY, the CEC terminated my father's contract. We decided to run. The Nomad wasn’t fully paid off, but my father stole the ship and ferried us deep into the Outer Rim. I had never been so far from home, and I had never felt so small. I tried to keep my hardships from frosting my perspective, and I hardened my resolve to someday join the effort to quash the rebel uprising.
 
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We lived aboard the Nomad for the next three years. The rebels continued to strike at the Empire, but good information was hard to find in the Outer Rim, and we didn’t know what to believe. To make ends meet, my father started smuggling for loyalist partners within the Outer Rim. He refused most of the work he was offered; trust was a rare commodity outside of the Core Worlds. Life was drastically different onboard the starship, and I spent most of those adolescent years in isolation. Still, I held out hope that we would find a home.
 
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After the death of the Emperor in 4 ABY, smuggling for the Empire became very dangerous, especially in the Outer Rim. We wanted nothing more than to see the Empire flourish as it had before, but we held little faith in the warlords and despots who grasped for control in the power vacuum left in the Emperor’s wake. I had become comfortable piloting the Nomad, although our endeavors rarely required any sort of skillful piloting. Nonetheless, I loved flying the ship. I missed the fresh air of the plains and the opportunity to run, jump, and play, but the cockpit became a fulfilling escape.
 
  
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When I turned 16, my mother allowed me to visit spaceports with my father. I’m not sure that was a wise decision. My mother probably just wanted me out of the ship for a while, but I found opportunities to slip away from my father and explore. Outer Rim stations were lousy with gambling, spice, and other vices. And there was so much to see at a spaceport; smugglers, pirates, thieves, gangsters, gamblers, slaves, droids, musicians, dancers, dirt, neon, holograms, booze, spice, and every sentient species in the galaxy.  
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===Early Life===
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Hav Antiel was born on Gus Talon, a moon of Corellia. His father worked as a fabricator for the Corellian Engineering Corporation building YT- and YU-series freighters, and his mother worked in the cantina of the nearby Gus Talon Station. Both of his parents were immigrants to the system with little tying them to Corellian culture. Antiel considered the moon a flat, boring place, and he dreamed of becoming a smashball player for the Corellia Dreadnaughts.
  
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I had never felt as alien as I did at the spaceports. I was used to feeling self-conscious. Growing up on a moon, I was always aware of the “other half,” the terrestrials on the planet below. As Gus Talon circuited Corellia, the center of our orbit, I developed an inferiority complex, a chip on my shoulder. But the Outer Rim spaceports gave me a different sense of awareness. It felt like everyone was alien: like they all had chips on their shoulders. It was a level playing field.
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When Antiel was just nine years old, rebel terrorists destroyed Gus Talon Station. The attack was a disaster for the local population, and it was hours before Antiel learned that his mother was safe. Hundreds were dead, including women and children, but the rebels twisted the account of the attack to blame the Empire for the station's destruction. Amid claims that the Empire had targeted Gus Talon Station for being a rebel stronghold, the small, lunar society found itself in shambles. In the ensuing turmoil, the Antiel family steadfastly supported the Empire. Their loyalty led to their ostracization on Gus Talon.
  
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The next few years were thrilling, but the thrills came at a great cost. I gambled and partied, earned credits and then lost them, spent more time with strangers in cantinas than with my family on the Nomad. As I started to smuggle with my father, I began to lose my sense of principles. When my father declined an offer to move some droids for a Sullustan smuggler, I took the job in secret. The mission was trouble-free, and I pocketed a cool thousand credits.
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After the attack on Gus Talon Station, Antiel's father wanted to ship out to another Core world, but his meager earnings didn't allow for much freedom. With the little savings he could spare, the elder Antiel began putting credits away for a personal ship; an ancient YG-4210 freighter named the <i>Nomad</i>.
  
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As I took on more side jobs, it became harder to hide them from my family. It didn’t help that I was becoming careless. When I turned 18, my father confronted me. He reminded me of my duty to the Empire and of the cause of protecting the galaxy. Had I been older, I would have understood. But I was young, and I had money for the first time in my life. I was invincible.  
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As Antiel grew older, his former friends took up arms against the Empire in the name of the "rebel cause." Meanwhile, the Antiel family suffered as pariahs on the fringe of society while they saved credits for a new life.
  
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My father wanted to stay and support me. He knew it was a matter of time before I realized he was right. But my mother had too much pride to suffer a disrespectful son. My father gave me all of the credits he had on hand and made me promise to stay in touch. My mother wouldn’t look at me. I watched from the cantina as the Nomad lifted off the platform and launched into deep space. I wasn’t sure where I was; even now, I can’t quite remember the location of that particular port. It wasn’t quite the moment of triumph that I had been expecting.
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For the young Antiel, it was a cruel existence living amidst the shifting alliances of the Corellian System. Corellia enforced martial law on Gus Talon with a brutal paramilitary, the Corellian Security Force. CorSec monitored the Antiels' every move. Years of political patronage and shadow dealings had turned Corellia into a crucible for sedition and anti-Imperial sentiments. Despite the protests of the dwindling loyalist population, the powerful Corellian Merchants' Guild prevented Imperial intervention and made life on Gus Talon unbearable for Imperial loyalists.
  
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What followed was more of the same; continued debauchery and more careless smuggling. I teamed up with a crew of smugglers aboard the modified YT-2000 freighter Sithspit. They were neutral freelancers from all parts of the galaxy; Koota Jood, a female Duros; Lula Seca, a female Twi’lek; and the captain, a male Zabrak named Krun Rosk. A cadre of droids, including a gray amalgamation of protocol parts named “Threep,” also joined us.
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When the rebels began building a base on Corellia in 1 ABY, the CEC terminated the elder Antiel's contract. The family decided to run. Although the <i>Nomad</i> wasn’t fully paid off, Antiel's father stole the ship and ferried his family deep into the Outer Rim. Young Hav had never been so far from home. He tried to keep the hardships from frosting his perspective, and he hardened his resolve to someday join the effort to quash the rebel uprising.  
  
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I first met Lula on a smuggling mission with my father before he left. An Imperial officer was looking to send some hyperdrive systems through a rebel-occupied stretch of the Mid Rim. We agreed to terms and were preparing to pick up the cargo when Lula approached us on the loading dock. She told us the mission was a trap; we were being sent to our deaths to deliver hyperdrive systems directly to the rebels. The Imperial officer was a traitor. She had seen him operating the same deception from this sector twice before, and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.
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The Antiel family lived aboard the <i>Nomad</i> for the next three years. The rebels continued to strike at the Empire, but good information was hard to find in the Outer Rim. To make ends meet, Antiel's father started smuggling for loyalist partners within the Outer Rim. He refused most of the work he was offered; trust was a rare commodity outside of the Core Worlds. For Hav, life was drastically different onboard the starship, and he spent most of those adolescent years in isolation.
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That was all my father needed to hear. Even if Lula was lying, we had too much at risk to take a chance. He thanked Lula and paid her for the tip. Later, he told the Imperial officer that the Nomad couldn’t accommodate the cargo, and, knowing my father, he probably gave him a tip as well.
 
  
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I believed Lula’s story, but my 18-year-old ego assumed that I could complete the job, suicide mission or not. After my father met with the officer, I met with him in private and offered to do the job. He naturally obliged, and I arranged to continue the mission as planned. I was itching for a chance to engage the rebel scum. The Nomad was lightly armed, but I thought I could outfly any of the rebel pilots with ease.
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===Smuggling Years===
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After the death of the Emperor in 4 ABY, smuggling for the Empire became very dangerous, especially in the Outer Rim. The Antiel family wanted nothing more than to see the Empire flourish as it had before, but they held little faith in the warlords and despots who grasped for control in the power vacuum left in the Emperor’s wake. Antiel had become comfortable piloting the <i>Nomad</i>, although his endeavors rarely required any sort of skillful flying. Nonetheless, he developed a love of flying. The cockpit became a fulfilling escape from the drudgery of life aboard a ship.
  
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There were a few hours to wait before loading, so I headed to the station’s cantina. I didn’t want to dull my flight abilities, so I resisted the temptation to enjoy a Corellian whiskey. But there, next to me, was Lula. We hadn’t formally met yet, and I was on edge as soon as I recognized her. Not only was I disobeying her advice, not only was I essentially calling her a liar, but also… she was stunningly beautiful. I’m sure I had met Twi’leks before, beautiful ones, even, but the cocktail of nerves and bravado coercing me to “act natural” forced my brain to lock down.
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When Hav turned 16, his mother began allowing her son to visit spaceports with his father. Antiel found opportunities to slip away from his father and discover what spaceports had to offer. Outer Rim stations were lousy with gambling, spice, and other vices, and there was so much to see at a spaceport; smugglers, pirates, thieves, gangsters, gamblers, slaves, droids, musicians, dancers, dirt, neon, holograms, booze, spice, and every sentient species in the galaxy.  
  
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She talked to me first. She offered me a drink. She flirted. She laughed. She was more jovial than anyone in a spaceport cantina had any right to be. And I was delightful. My jokes were winning her over, and she hung on my every word. I couldn’t believe my luck! After a few drinks, she invited me to her bunk on the Sithspit. I, being putty in her hands, obliged like a death row inmate being offered an open door to freedom.
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For young Hav, the next few years were thrilling, but the thrills came at a great cost. He gambled and partied, earned credits and then lost them, spent more time with strangers in cantinas than with his family on the <i>Nomad</i>. As he started to negotiate smuggling deals with his father, Hav began to lose his sense of principles. When his father declined an offer to move some droids for a Sullustan smuggler, Hav took the job in secret. The mission was trouble-free, and the young pilot pocketed a cool thousand credits.
  
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I remember waking up on the Sithspit sometime the next day. Nothing had happened. I wasn’t even in Lula’s bunk; I was tied up in a cargo hold. My head aching, I couldn’t piece together the words to communicate my indignation. Was I being kidnapped? Where were we? Had we left the station?
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As he took on more side jobs, it became harder for Hav to hide them from his family. When he turned 18, he was confronted by his father, who reminded his son of his duty to the Empire and of the cause of protecting the galaxy. Hav decided that he wanted to strike out on his own. His father wanted to stay and support him, but his mother had too much pride to suffer a disrespectful son. His father gave him all of the credits he had on hand and made Hav promise to stay in touch.
  
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Several crewmembers (my future shipmates) passed to chuckle at my situation. After what felt like an eternity, Lula appeared and untied my bindings.  
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What followed was more of the same; continued debauchery and more careless smuggling. Hav teamed up with a crew of smugglers aboard the modified YT-2000 freighter <i>Sithspit</i>. They were neutral freelancers from all parts of the galaxy; Koota Jood, a female Duros; Lula Seca, a female Twi’lek; and the captain, a male Zabrak named Krun Rosk. A cadre of droids, including a gray amalgamation of protocol parts named “Threep,” completed the crew. For several years, Hav and the crew of the <i>Sithspit</i> continued an illegal smuggling campaign in the Outer Rim. Hav's relationship with Krun Rosk, testy from the beginning, began to sour when Rosk insisted on an increasing number of missions on the behalf of the rebels. After a mission that saw the <i>Sithspit</i> ambush and slaughter an Imperial convoy for a supply of E-11 blasters, Hav decided to hatch a mutiny against Rosk. Partnered by Lula Seca and Koota Jood, Hav planned to trap Rosk in the airlock at an Empire-friendly platform in the Imperial Outlands and deliver him into Imperial custory. However, the mutiny was a trap; Lula had informed Rosk, who pushed Hav into the airlock before the <i>Sithspit</i> had fully docked. Lula fought to keep Rosk from releasing the hatch, but the Zabrak was too powerful, and Hav was sent spinning into space.
  
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“You’re welcome,” she said.
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To Hav's great fortune, a highly-attentive sentry on the platform witnessed the event unfold and was able to secure Hav by opening the platform's airlock in time. While Antiel recovered in the medical lab, he was visited by Imperial officers seeking details about the E-11 ambush. Antiel divulged information about the <i>Sithspit</i> and its crew in exchange for immunity from prosecution. Despite assurances from the officers, Antiel was leery and worried about his safety and security. Still reeling from the betrayal aboard the <i>Sithspit</i> and anxious to distance himself from the investigation, Antiel sought to enlist with the Imperial Navy.
  
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I can laugh now, but I was steaming back then. Welcome for what? For nothing. A wasted opportunity to make thousands of credits; to take the fight to the rebels; to prove myself. What gave her the right?
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===Imperial Career===
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Initially, Imperial recruiters aimed to push Antiel (now in his mid 20s and with no reputable flight experience of record) into Stormtrooper service. Antiel was not eager to reveal his years of experience flying for smugglers, but he definitely did not want to be pressed into service as a Stormtrooper. Thinking quickly, Antiel challenged the recruiters to a bet: he would pose a riddle. If the recruiters could solve it, Antiel would report to Stormtrooper training. If they couldn't solve it, Antiel would get a shot in the TIE simulator. The two recruiters, perhaps bored with their presumptive recruit, took the bet. Antiel posed the riddle:
  
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I never said a word about the incident. To my parents, it had been just another night when Hav didn’t return to the ship. Of course, Lula was right. The Imperial officer was a traitor. I saw him setup a Bothan crew on the same mission a few days later, and they never returned. I also saw Krun Rosk blast him point-blank over a Sabacc table.  
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<blockquote>''In a cabin on the Forest Moon of Endor, two men lie dead. The cabin itself is not burned, but the forest all around is burned to cinders. How did the men die?''</blockquote>
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The recruiters were unable to solve the riddle: the "cabin" was in fact the cabin of a transport that had crashed. The officers begrudgingly allowed Antiel to prove himself fully capable in the TIE simulator, and within a few hours Antiel was onboard an actual transport to begin his pilot training.  
  
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It was several months before I encountered the crew of the Sithspit again. I had spent nearly all of my credits on Corellian whiskey after a smuggling crew unceremoniously dumped me at the spaceport on the Imperial-controlled planet of Katraasii. I was slumped over at the bar when I recognized Koota Jood’s distinct laugh over my shoulder. Rosk put an arm around me in mock consolation; even Threep chided me. Only Lula provided me any comfort. She again offered me a space on her bunk, but I wasn’t having it. No way, no how. Drunk as a gundark, I still knew better. So Rosk pistol-whipped me.
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Antiel was initially stationed aboard the QX platform <i>Daedalus</i> for basic flight training. With his experience piloting the <i>Nomad</i> and <i>Sithspit</i>, Antiel was able to climb to the head of his class. He made easy work of the training courses and quickly acclimated himself to the various TIE craft of the Imperial Navy. Antiel earned his commission to Lieutenant and was assigned to Flight III of Epsilon Squadron aboard the Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer <i>Hammer</i>. Antiel quickly proved himself as a capable pilot in service to the Empire. In his first two month aboard the <i>Hammer</i>, Antiel had flown over 30 missions to earn a [[Commendation of Bravery]]. He earned a [[Palpatine Crescent]] after flying his 75th mission. Within a year, he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and assigned to lead Flight III. Antiel was awarded the [[Order of the Vanguard]] to celebrate one year of service.
  
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Once again, I awoke on the Sithspit, but this time I could hear the tell-tale whine of a hyperdrive system. We were in motion. Koota was speaking at my side, but I couldn’t yet understand Durese. I started screaming. Rosk sarcastically offered to knock me out again, but Lola eventually calmed my nerves. She had assumed that my parents had disowned me after I tried to make that smuggling deal behind my father’s back. Clearly drunk, homeless, and needing attention, she and the crew had kidnapped me and were now offering me a place on the Sithspit.
 
  
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Had I been sober, I might have proffered a team hug. As it was, I was happy to avoid another knockout blow from the captain. And like that, I was a member of the Sithspit crew.
 
  
  
 
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Hav Antiel
Biographical Information
Homeworld:

Gus Talon

Physical Description
Species:

Human

Gender:

Male

Hair Colour:

Brown

Eye Colour:

Green

Height:

1.85m

Weight:

82kg

Social Information
Combat Information
Career Information
Affiliation(s):

Emperor's Hammer, TIE Corps

Position(s):

Flight Leader, Epsilon 3-1

Rank(s):

Lieutenant Commander



Lieutenant Commander Hav Antiel is a TIE pilot assigned to Epsilon Squadron as Flight III Leader as part of Wing I aboard Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer Hammer.

Career Standings

Date Position Time Spent
07/20/2014 TRN/CT Hav Antiel/M/PLT Daedalus 1 day
07/20/2014 FM/SL Hav Antiel/Epsilon 3-2/Wing I/ISDII Hammer 4 days
07/24/2014 FM/LT Hav Antiel/Epsilon 3-2/Wing I/ISDII Hammer 3m, 24d
11/16/2014 FM/LT Hav Antiel/Epsilon 3-2/Wing I/ISDII Hammer 3m, 17d
03/04/2014 FL/LCM Hav Antiel/Epsilon 3-1/Wing I/ISDII Hammer current

Biography

Early Life

Hav Antiel was born on Gus Talon, a moon of Corellia. His father worked as a fabricator for the Corellian Engineering Corporation building YT- and YU-series freighters, and his mother worked in the cantina of the nearby Gus Talon Station. Both of his parents were immigrants to the system with little tying them to Corellian culture. Antiel considered the moon a flat, boring place, and he dreamed of becoming a smashball player for the Corellia Dreadnaughts.

When Antiel was just nine years old, rebel terrorists destroyed Gus Talon Station. The attack was a disaster for the local population, and it was hours before Antiel learned that his mother was safe. Hundreds were dead, including women and children, but the rebels twisted the account of the attack to blame the Empire for the station's destruction. Amid claims that the Empire had targeted Gus Talon Station for being a rebel stronghold, the small, lunar society found itself in shambles. In the ensuing turmoil, the Antiel family steadfastly supported the Empire. Their loyalty led to their ostracization on Gus Talon.

After the attack on Gus Talon Station, Antiel's father wanted to ship out to another Core world, but his meager earnings didn't allow for much freedom. With the little savings he could spare, the elder Antiel began putting credits away for a personal ship; an ancient YG-4210 freighter named the Nomad.

As Antiel grew older, his former friends took up arms against the Empire in the name of the "rebel cause." Meanwhile, the Antiel family suffered as pariahs on the fringe of society while they saved credits for a new life.

For the young Antiel, it was a cruel existence living amidst the shifting alliances of the Corellian System. Corellia enforced martial law on Gus Talon with a brutal paramilitary, the Corellian Security Force. CorSec monitored the Antiels' every move. Years of political patronage and shadow dealings had turned Corellia into a crucible for sedition and anti-Imperial sentiments. Despite the protests of the dwindling loyalist population, the powerful Corellian Merchants' Guild prevented Imperial intervention and made life on Gus Talon unbearable for Imperial loyalists.

When the rebels began building a base on Corellia in 1 ABY, the CEC terminated the elder Antiel's contract. The family decided to run. Although the Nomad wasn’t fully paid off, Antiel's father stole the ship and ferried his family deep into the Outer Rim. Young Hav had never been so far from home. He tried to keep the hardships from frosting his perspective, and he hardened his resolve to someday join the effort to quash the rebel uprising.

The Antiel family lived aboard the Nomad for the next three years. The rebels continued to strike at the Empire, but good information was hard to find in the Outer Rim. To make ends meet, Antiel's father started smuggling for loyalist partners within the Outer Rim. He refused most of the work he was offered; trust was a rare commodity outside of the Core Worlds. For Hav, life was drastically different onboard the starship, and he spent most of those adolescent years in isolation.

Smuggling Years

After the death of the Emperor in 4 ABY, smuggling for the Empire became very dangerous, especially in the Outer Rim. The Antiel family wanted nothing more than to see the Empire flourish as it had before, but they held little faith in the warlords and despots who grasped for control in the power vacuum left in the Emperor’s wake. Antiel had become comfortable piloting the Nomad, although his endeavors rarely required any sort of skillful flying. Nonetheless, he developed a love of flying. The cockpit became a fulfilling escape from the drudgery of life aboard a ship.

When Hav turned 16, his mother began allowing her son to visit spaceports with his father. Antiel found opportunities to slip away from his father and discover what spaceports had to offer. Outer Rim stations were lousy with gambling, spice, and other vices, and there was so much to see at a spaceport; smugglers, pirates, thieves, gangsters, gamblers, slaves, droids, musicians, dancers, dirt, neon, holograms, booze, spice, and every sentient species in the galaxy.

For young Hav, the next few years were thrilling, but the thrills came at a great cost. He gambled and partied, earned credits and then lost them, spent more time with strangers in cantinas than with his family on the Nomad. As he started to negotiate smuggling deals with his father, Hav began to lose his sense of principles. When his father declined an offer to move some droids for a Sullustan smuggler, Hav took the job in secret. The mission was trouble-free, and the young pilot pocketed a cool thousand credits.

As he took on more side jobs, it became harder for Hav to hide them from his family. When he turned 18, he was confronted by his father, who reminded his son of his duty to the Empire and of the cause of protecting the galaxy. Hav decided that he wanted to strike out on his own. His father wanted to stay and support him, but his mother had too much pride to suffer a disrespectful son. His father gave him all of the credits he had on hand and made Hav promise to stay in touch.

What followed was more of the same; continued debauchery and more careless smuggling. Hav teamed up with a crew of smugglers aboard the modified YT-2000 freighter Sithspit. They were neutral freelancers from all parts of the galaxy; Koota Jood, a female Duros; Lula Seca, a female Twi’lek; and the captain, a male Zabrak named Krun Rosk. A cadre of droids, including a gray amalgamation of protocol parts named “Threep,” completed the crew. For several years, Hav and the crew of the Sithspit continued an illegal smuggling campaign in the Outer Rim. Hav's relationship with Krun Rosk, testy from the beginning, began to sour when Rosk insisted on an increasing number of missions on the behalf of the rebels. After a mission that saw the Sithspit ambush and slaughter an Imperial convoy for a supply of E-11 blasters, Hav decided to hatch a mutiny against Rosk. Partnered by Lula Seca and Koota Jood, Hav planned to trap Rosk in the airlock at an Empire-friendly platform in the Imperial Outlands and deliver him into Imperial custory. However, the mutiny was a trap; Lula had informed Rosk, who pushed Hav into the airlock before the Sithspit had fully docked. Lula fought to keep Rosk from releasing the hatch, but the Zabrak was too powerful, and Hav was sent spinning into space.

To Hav's great fortune, a highly-attentive sentry on the platform witnessed the event unfold and was able to secure Hav by opening the platform's airlock in time. While Antiel recovered in the medical lab, he was visited by Imperial officers seeking details about the E-11 ambush. Antiel divulged information about the Sithspit and its crew in exchange for immunity from prosecution. Despite assurances from the officers, Antiel was leery and worried about his safety and security. Still reeling from the betrayal aboard the Sithspit and anxious to distance himself from the investigation, Antiel sought to enlist with the Imperial Navy.

Imperial Career

Initially, Imperial recruiters aimed to push Antiel (now in his mid 20s and with no reputable flight experience of record) into Stormtrooper service. Antiel was not eager to reveal his years of experience flying for smugglers, but he definitely did not want to be pressed into service as a Stormtrooper. Thinking quickly, Antiel challenged the recruiters to a bet: he would pose a riddle. If the recruiters could solve it, Antiel would report to Stormtrooper training. If they couldn't solve it, Antiel would get a shot in the TIE simulator. The two recruiters, perhaps bored with their presumptive recruit, took the bet. Antiel posed the riddle:

In a cabin on the Forest Moon of Endor, two men lie dead. The cabin itself is not burned, but the forest all around is burned to cinders. How did the men die?

The recruiters were unable to solve the riddle: the "cabin" was in fact the cabin of a transport that had crashed. The officers begrudgingly allowed Antiel to prove himself fully capable in the TIE simulator, and within a few hours Antiel was onboard an actual transport to begin his pilot training.

Antiel was initially stationed aboard the QX platform Daedalus for basic flight training. With his experience piloting the Nomad and Sithspit, Antiel was able to climb to the head of his class. He made easy work of the training courses and quickly acclimated himself to the various TIE craft of the Imperial Navy. Antiel earned his commission to Lieutenant and was assigned to Flight III of Epsilon Squadron aboard the Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer Hammer. Antiel quickly proved himself as a capable pilot in service to the Empire. In his first two month aboard the Hammer, Antiel had flown over 30 missions to earn a Commendation of Bravery. He earned a Palpatine Crescent after flying his 75th mission. Within a year, he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and assigned to lead Flight III. Antiel was awarded the Order of the Vanguard to celebrate one year of service.

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