I traveled the galaxy with the 132nd for nearly forty years. From our days of boyhood on Kamino up to the destruction the the second Death Star. I've seen it all.
After the destruction of the second Death Star, I decided that I needed a change of pace in my life. I was tired of living the day-in day-out life of a soldier. So I thumbed around the galaxy for a while, and ended up on Tatooine, met up with an old pilot friend of mine, KL 154. He helped me get started ranching banthas and farming moisture.
I also work menial security jobs. Some friends say I'm reliving the glory days, but what's wrong with that?
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