Current title:
Lieutenant Nix Varro
Current ID line:
FM/LT Nix Varro/Sin 2-2/Wing II/ISDII Warrior/Battlegroup II
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Date of birth:
Exact date unknown/Subject looks to be in 40's
Place of birth:
Unknown
Marital status:
Single
Family information:
No known relatives
Reason for enlisting in the Emperor's Hammer:
Nix Varro was a vagabond who wandered the galaxy, looking for opportunities to make some credits and stay alive. He had no loyalty to anyone, not even himself. He had learned the hard way that trust was a weakness and betrayal was inevitable.
He had been a smuggler, a mercenary, a bounty hunter, and a thief. He had worked for the Hutts, the Black Sun, the Crimson Dawn, and anyone else who paid well. He had seen the horrors of the Clone Wars, the rise of the Empire, and the spark of the Rebellion. He had no interest in any of them. He only cared about his own survival.
He had a knack for flying and piloting various starships. He had stolen, bought, and sold many of them over the years. His current ship was a modified Z-95 Headhunter that he had named the Scavenger. It was fast, agile, and armed with blasters and missiles. He had also installed a cloaking device that he had acquired from a shady dealer on Nar Shaddaa.
He used his ship to evade capture, escape danger, and find new opportunities. He was always on the move, never staying in one place for too long. He had no friends, no allies, no enemies. He was a ghost in the galaxy.
One day, he received a message from an anonymous source, offering him a lucrative job. The message said that he had to meet the contact on Ord Mantell, a planet in the Bright Jewel system. The message also said that he had to bring his ship and be ready for anything.
Nix Varro was intrigued by the offer. He decided to take the risk and see what it was about. He set course for Ord Mantell and hoped for the best.
He arrived at the planet and followed the coordinates that were given to him. He landed his ship in a remote area, where he saw a large hangar with an Imperial logo on it. He was greeted by a squad of stormtroopers who escorted him inside.
He entered the hangar and saw several TIE fighters and other Imperial vehicles. He also saw a man in a black uniform with red markings on it. The man stood just short of 6ft., with brown hair, and green eyes. He wore a rank insignia that identified him as a Lieutenant Colonel.
The man approached Nix Varro and smiled.
"Welcome, Mr. Varro," he said. "I am Lieutenant Colonel SkyShadow, commander of Sin Squadron. I have been looking for someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Nix Varro asked.
"Yes," SkyShadow said. "Someone who is skilled, resourceful, and adaptable. Someone who has no ties to anyone or anything. Someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done."
"What job?" Nix Varro asked.
SkyShadow smiled again.
"The job of joining Sin Squadron," he said.
"Sin Squadron?" Nix Varro asked.
"Yes," SkyShadow said. "Sin Squadron is an elite unit of Imperial pilots who operate under my direct command. We are not bound by the rules or regulations of the regular Imperial Navy. We have access to the best equipment and technology that the Empire can offer. We are free to choose our own missions and targets. We are loyal only to ourselves and to the Emperor."
"Why would I want to join you?" Nix Varro asked.
"Because you have nothing else to lose," SkyShadow said. "Because you have nothing else to gain. Because you have nothing else to live for."
Nix Varro thought about it for a moment. He looked around the hangar and saw the TIE fighters and other Imperial vehicles. He looked at SkyShadow and saw his confident and charismatic expression.
He realized that SkyShadow was right.
He had nothing else to lose.
He had nothing else to gain.
He had nothing else to live for.
"Where do I sign up?" he asked.
Other comments:
He had always been fascinated by death. Ever since he was a child, he had witnessed countless deaths in the streets of Coruscant, where he grew up as an orphan. He had seen people killed by gangs, by accidents, by diseases, by hunger. He had seen corpses piled up in the alleys, rotting and scavenged by rats. He had seen skulls, bones, and skeletons everywhere.
He had learned to survive by scavenging, stealing, and fighting. He had learned to kill or be killed. He had learned to embrace death as a friend, not a foe. He had learned to laugh at death, to mock it, to challenge it. He had learned to wear death as a badge of honor, as a sign of strength, as a symbol of fearlessness.
He had joined the Empire not out of loyalty, but out of curiosity. He wanted to see more of the galaxy, to explore new worlds, to encounter new dangers. He wanted to test his skills, his luck, his fate. He wanted to face death in its many forms, to defy it, to conquer it.
He had grown bored of the standard-issue helmet, the bland and impersonal mask that hid his face and his identity. He had wanted to customize his helmet, to make it his own, to make it unique. He had wanted to express his personality, his attitude, his philosophy.
He had chosen to modify his helmet to look like a skull, the ultimate symbol of death. He had done it to honor the dead, to taunt the living, to challenge the fate. He had done it to show his enemies that he was not afraid of death, that he was death itself.
Last updated:
2023-11-04
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