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File #1: Boss
File Name: Cal Maxim  
Grade: E-6
Serial#: 0038A-569D-01
Primary Specialization: Squad Operations      
Secondary Specialization: Hand-to-Hand Combat Instructor, Class 3
Age: 36      
Birth planet: Dantooine    
Species: Human

Intelligence Notes: Designated Imperial Deserter and Traitor, Former Imperial Assignment: 501st Stormtrooper Legion

Accessing Recording __ Created 679 Days Prior by Captain Rex
+Recording Accessed:
"It's hard not to see yourself in other people. You often remind yourself not to get attached to such sentimental values. However, I find myself drawing the most comparison with this man. The man who threw away his life to save mine. And in many ways, were it not for difference in his 'species', I would've mistaken his demeanor and professionalism to any in my old outfit during the Clone Wars... I am well aware of the irony that he is, in many ways, my hypothetical successor.
In the time I've known him, Cal has spoken little about his past. What I do know is that he was destined to follow his families footsteps as a farm hand on the Agri-world of Dantooine. Then, at the age of 9, he witnessed the First Battle of Dantooine during the Clone Wars. Although not outright stated, I have a suspicion from the details he'd provided that he may have even seen Master Windu in combat. It is, quite frankly, a fairly unique experience.
In either case, this experience fundamentally changed his life. His story from that point forward is one I'm fairly familiar with many former Imperials I've encountered in the past. The promise of a better life, and serving across the stars is enticing to quite a few.
However, where as most would be satisfied at a minor position in the Imperial Army, Cal's astounding battlefield record and rather ambitious streak would fast track him into the Stormtrooper Corp at the age of 23. Then, after achieving an E-4 Grade two years later, would apply to my old outfit.
I have a strong suspicion why he was accepted. It is no secret that the Clone soldiers are aging at an accelerated rate, and that my former-- ahem, the commander of the Legion would want fresh blood. Unsurprising, my former brothers gave him and the other 'normies' a hellova time during the mustering process.
However, as the extensive record sitting on the desk in front of me suggests, he more than surpassed expectations. He would serve in most of the Empire's most hard fought battles, and achieved an E-6 grade during his almost decade service. Excellent marks in almost every category (most surprising was his fairly high marks in Hand-to-Hand Combat instruction). His superiors regarded him as one of their best NCO's, and even recommended a fast track in OCS (which he denied three times. The third occasion actually has a soundbite attached)
+Accessing Sound File #31-76d:
"Sir, with all due respect, the officer's regulated duty is to sit in the back in a well condition command room and send others to do the job. My men are here, my place is here, and quite frankly, I'm not suited to a desk duty. I'd go Section-8 in 72 hours."
Believe me, I would've liked to have this man serving in Torrent Company, and his distinguished record is telling of this. So, why did he defect? Why did he choose to save me?
To put simply, the man had a conscience. He won't tell me the specifics, but I can guess. In a war like this, fighting enemy combatants who don't wear uniforms creates problems. And in the minds of the uncreative brownbars who fill the Imperial Officer Corps, targeting enemy combatants also means target their families; their communities. As I understand it, this process was not immediate. It took years for it to finally take home.
The... psychological reports dated back some three months back when I first recruited him tell me that he showed the symptoms of deep rooted guilt and signs of PTSD. He has, however, worked through these conditions by throwing him back into what he was best at: leading men.
While I have kept him under close observation, and constant medical checkups, Cal has proven to be a superb field commander. Despite heavy animosity during training, he has well earned the respect of those under his command. His gruff demeanor hides a rather affectionate side. Only way I can describe is fatherly in nature. Observations even suggest he has grown a close relationship with one of his squad mates, Ree Zian. The nature of this relationship is unknown to me, and I prefer to leave it as such as both keep to a professional behavior in field.

Besides, Cal has proven his loyalty to me on more than one occasion, especially in clandestine matters of rather... personal nature. The man, quite frankly, has been through hell. I am more than happy to let him embrace his new family in ways that he sees fit."
+Recording End.

File #2: Stalker
File Name: Ree Zian 
Grade: E-5
Serial#: 0071Z-652R-03
Primary Specialization: Marksman
Secondary Specialization: Reconnaissance 
Age: 31
Birthplanet: Ryloth
Species: Twi'lek

Intelligence Notes: Formerly connected to Hutt trafficking, believed former property of unknown Imperial Officer (deceased)

Accessing Recording __ Created 695 Days Prior by Captain Rex
+Recording Accessed:
"When I met her, I was reminded of Saw Garrera and the damage the Empire has done to the galaxy. Taking some of the proudest, most culturally inventive people and bringing out of them a darkness; a sickness. An apatite for vengeance. 
These were the things I saw when I looked into her eyes as she cut the throat of an Imperial Governor in the Outer Rim. My target. She stood over his body, his blood pooling into the sheets of the satin bed; wearing nothing. But... well, she was perhaps the most terrifying thing I'd ever met. 
I bring up Saw because that's what I saw. The thing the Empire had made this beautiful, almost innocent looking Twi'lek into. A killer with singular intent.
What was... surprising then, but not so much now was that this bloated excuse of a man had not been her first victim. She'd been slowly working her way from officer to officer until she would settle onto her next target. And as I studied her features the way Jacen had taught me, I could see why. She was a chameleon, forming to whatever she needed to be. But I could see right through her. I could see a child sitting there, scared and alone and not knowing what to do.
She has no family to speak of. Nobody besides herself, and the years she spent being bought and sold like cattle from one side of the Outer Rim to the other. When she does speak of her family, they are... almost abstract. Images. The only true thing she can remember is her people dying in masses as fire rained from the heavens (which leads me to suspect she might've been taken as a little girl during the Invasion of Ryloth).
Not long after I took her in, General Draven (may he rot in peace) took her under his Black Unit (assassins in turtlenecks). I did not hear from her until a few years ago not long after the General's death. Her mission had been... classified, even for someone of my clearance. However, I didn't need to know the details to know. I could see it in her face. In her eyes.
+Accessing Sound File #32-41D
"I hate them, sir. Every time I close my eyes, I see them. I see their emerald fires taking away my home... and I feel the heat washing over me. Taking me over. That was what I felt not long into the General's campaign. I felt like the little girl who was sold in the trade. I felt... inhuman. Like I was freefalling into darkness and I had nowhere to go. Not even the heat to keep me warm... or to remind me I was still alive."
She was not an assassin. She may have had the commitment, the rage... but not the personal, emotional detachment to be something less than human. So I took her under my wing, and I gave her a new purpose.
Within my training program she excelled in marksmanship and reconnaissance , easily making the top 5% of her class. It was then that I attempted an experiment. One I knew had the potential to be disastrous but one I knew had to be done. To force her to heal. 
She was assigned under the Cal Maxim's command, and right from the getgo, her animosity to his former Imperial ties took a cold direction. I know she made attempts on his life. And I believe she did. During one training regimen, she had the face of death anytime she looked the man's way. I kept a close eye on her, but it couldn't be helped when the two were missing from their bunks. I waited until morning to go and find them. And found them, we did: curled up together under the stars.
Something truly changed in her. A warmth came out. I had never heard her laugh before that day. She laughs plenty now. She has grown especially close to Cal, and I feel it's helped them both. She's even become something of the groups center (the twins even go so far as to call her 'mum'). 
It is for this reason I have not opened an investigation into the matters that happened during training.

I don't need to.
+Recording End.

File #3: Doc
File Name: Davos Tyr
Grade: E-5
Serial#: 0091F-572Z-03
Primary Specialization: Corpsman
Secondary Specialization: Intelligence
Age: 36
Birthplanet: Corellia
Species: Duros

Intelligence Notes: Formerly a Medical Staff for the Intergalactic Peace Corps, registered fluent in 13 separate languages, passable at an unknown number (estimates range from 10 to over two dozen)

Accessing Recording __ Created 679 Days Prior by Captain Rex
+Recording Accessed:
"War changes you. Sometimes for the best. Sometimes for the worst. But regardless, it changes who and what you are and what you’ll be. As a Clone, I served with the knowledge of what I was meant to do, and it gave me some comfort.
For Davos, though, he didn’t know what to be. We both fought our wars our own ways. Me as a soldier, and him patching up what was left afterwards.
Davos’ past is something of a mystery. Something I’ve asked about, done my fair share of digging, and always end up with the same morbid, stoneyface expression. What I do know is Davos didn’t stay on Corellia for long. He traveled from place to place, seeing planets and learning where he could. From system to system he seemed to wander indefinitely.
The benefits were to make him endowed with deep wisdom, and a deep understanding of culture rivaling any protocol droid, languages included. I don’t know why he kept travelling. Maybe he couldn’t stay in one place. Then the Clone Wars hit.
Because of his knowledge, the Peace Corps tapped him to be a linguist and guide to many of the Outer Rim worlds. Eventually, that translated to him being deputized by Republic Forces from time to time, and from there learning how to sew people back together. On and on it went, helping in the conflict or helping to pick up the pieces left over.
I ultimately met him at the Siege of Mandalore, patching up many of my brothers. After that, I wouldn’t encounter him again until almost two decades later on a Medical Frigate.
+Accessing Sound File #42-79e:
"I hate killing. I hate what comes with it. But when done with purpose, I suppose it’s a chore more than anything else. My purpose, however, was to preserve life. Life… that precious, beautiful gift we all have and take for granted. Just like the Empire does. No place for an old xeno like myself and many in the Peace Corps. I suppose the galaxy never learns. So, I do what I always do. Preserve life... anyway it takes.”
As the war escalated, Davos took to becoming a Corpsmen. He was well suited to it, getting attached to many Pathfinder companies and building up quite a record for himself. Including becoming a specialist in interrogation methods.
For these reasons when I began recruiting for the First Commando Company after Scarrif, he was my first choice. I put him with Cal Maxim and his team because I needed someone I could trust to keep an eye on things, and on my friend. Ultimately, he has become an almost paternal figure to the team. Cold and often morbid, but always there to share his knowledge anyway he can, and help them through the wars they fight.
He has not disappointed thus far.”
+Recording End.

File #4/5: Dare and Jester
File Name: Dare MacTaversh
Grade: E-5
Serial#: 0053E-567A-01
Primary Specialization: Explosives and Ordinance
Secondary Specialization: Chef
Age: 26
Birthplanet: Gaelan
Species: Human
File Name: Marne MacTaversh
Grade: E-5
Serial#: 0054D-568A-03
Primary Specialization: Technical Support
Secondary Specialization: Engineering
Age: 26
Birthplanet: Gaelan
Species: Human
Intelligence Notes: Believed to be the sons of former Republic Intelligence Asset Sergeant Major Angus MacTaversh, Both are wanted in 13 separate systems for Terrorism and Arson

Accessing Recording __ Created 692 Days Prior by Captain Rex
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"It is impossible to talk about either one of the MacTaversh twins without ending up talking about the other. They are completely inseparable as brothers and partners in crime.
They are… a reminder of my time working with Jacen Shrike. His oldest friend was a certain Sergeant Major Angus MacTaversh, a genuine hard-ass drill instructor recruited from an obscured backwater during the Clone Wars. My experience with the man comes purely from his people’s reputation as a great warriors, and his part in the failed Clone Uprising on Kamino.
In every way possible, the boys take on his traits hardily. Dare is rather short tempered with a “hardy, crackling wit” with an affinity for explosives, while his taller twin is… well, nothing short of a lady’s man and a heartbreaker who is a magician with tech and cursing his opponents from afar.
Apparently, Marne and by extension, Dare, are wanted by two different Mandalorian Clans for “dishonoring the grace” of two of their female members. Marne explained to me that meant they didn’t take too kindly to him refusing marriage proposals or him surviving getting chased by jet pack carrying women.
I met these two goofballs during a raid on an Imperial Treasury in the Outer Rim. When we stormed the vault, we found them dangling from the roof via tangled up rope with the majority of the Treasury Guards shot to pieces around them.  
Obviously, one wouldn’t resist the chance to induct these unbelievable lucky idiots into the ranks. We could use some luck.
The reason for them being there was part of a much wider, two-man campaign against the Empire… with some questionable successes. However, their dedication and skill is nothing short of impressive. Their motivations are… well, both personal, and a matter of honor.
+Accessing Sound File #45-86c:
“Y’see, Cap’n, we’re fightin’ this fight cause it’s just what we do. It’s what we Gaelan’s do. We go and pick the biggest fight we can with the biggest bloke right ‘round the corner, y’see?”
“I think he damn well sees it, Marne, ya bloody bleedin’ heart of a soddin’ muse.”
“Yeah, well a muse I be. I got that from Ma.”
“’bout only good thing ya got from her, an’ not that round an’ bet about it either. Honestly… our Da was our world. Big as a mountain, he was. Big ol’ world an’ laugh an’ such. Then one day, he went to go fight in the big war… and he never came back.”
“We’re his sons, sir. An’ we have to honor his memory. Go an’ finish what he started.”
Upon recruitment, I quickly fast tracked them through the SpecForce. Both have taken well to the rather unorthodox command of the Commandoes. They’re skill and creativity have made them effective assets… though they have been known to have had unofficial disciplinary action during leave. They have a formed a close family with the other members of their squad, if I do say so myself, especially with Ree Zian (of whom they have described as their ‘mum by other words’).
Their father would be proud of them.
+Recording End.

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