Rook's X-wing was a member of Red Squadron, flying in the units second wing out of a Mon Calamari cruiser, the distinct painting of a corn stock painted on the nosecone as a memorial to the life she held before, and though the members of the team called her the Rookie, she had quickly earned her place among the squadron as a respected pilot.
Name: Ryys Shariim
Sex: Female
Race: Twi'lek
Callsign: ROOK
Rook spent most of her young life being passed around from gang to gang, having no recollection of her family all she knew was the pain and the torment that was afforded to her. She knew of only one thing, that when she gazed out the windows of the Nal Hutta Brothels that she worked to see the skies and the crossing of ships through the traffic lanes that one day she would learn to fly. All she needed to do was get free. It would be one fateful night that she would see some strange patrons dressed in orange moving through the crowd, their flight suits seemed so foreign to her and she just had to know more about them. She eventually found out that they belonged to the Rebellion and were here to secure a safe passage through the system. She offered the syndicate to her services to them for the night in hopes that she could convince them to break her free, and for the first time in a long time the night didn't end up with her beneath someone, instead she couldn't stop asking questions about these X-wings that they flew. In the morning they were gone and she was once again left to gaze at the skies waiting for the next patron to come and take her to The Back.
Rooks life story:
Rook flew for the squadron for what was supposed to be a routine milk run over Tatooine, however the Imperials ambushed them and though she tried to defend herself her fighter took a hit on it's engines forced to bail out landing down in the city of Mos Eisley. her parachute partially failed and the poor Twi'lek plummeted to the ground in a panic impacting a fruit cart and rendering her unconscious. When she woke she felt a throbbing pain through her body and a pressure over her ear cones that she hadn't felt before. rolling to one side soon realized that she was chained panic set in as she realized that not only was she chained she had a collar around her neck and her body had been stripped naked. She had been enslaved!
In the service of her new masters who quickly found her defiance annoying would routinely give her free of charge to dignitaries and gusts that came to visit, most obliged and most took everything they wanted from her.
