“You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little schoolteacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something. It don't make a Godsdamn bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground, in the end they're just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em someplace safe until you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice cushy chair on Coruscant again. I've got a war to fight.”

Real name: Rail Vuul.

Rank: Commander.

Age: 57

Race: Human.

Height: 5 feet 11 inches tall.

Weight: 165 pounds.

Hair Color: White.

Eye Color: Brown.

Loyalties: New Republic.

Weapons: Small holdout blaster he wears on his uniform belt.

History: Born 27 BBY, just before the outbreak of the clone wars. He was five years old when The Battle of Tyre erupted on his home planet, and to some extent it is rumored that viewing this at such a young age is what led him to his life in service. He joined The Empire when he was 17 years old and served faithfully, that is until disillusionment sent it, and he began to see the Empire for what it really was. Alderaan. Shortly after the first Death Star was destroyed, Rail simply disappeared while on shore leave. He turned up a year later wearing a Rebel Captain's uniform, commanding a Dreadnaught named "Rebel Dream" throughout the rest of the war. After Endor, and the Rebellion became more organized, he was issued the rank of Colonel and put in command of a fleet group on the outer rim. From there he advanced through the final stages of the post-endor Imperial/NR conflict...Time passed, and he was granted rank of Commander, serving under Admiral Valhalla and the Fifth Fleet.