Gagra Yearwood
Lieutenant Commander
| Species |
Human |
| Gender |
Male |
| Age |
26 |
| Homeworld |
Corellia |
| Biography |
Gagra Yearwood is the son of Corellian farmers Damian and Amanda Yearwood. They were farmers by day, but by night his parents were part of the Corellian Resistance; scattered groups of Corellians who organized raids, sabotage, assassination and hassling of Imperial forces. The day after his sixteenth birthday Gagra was looking for his new power converters when he stumbled into his parents’ room while they were planning an attack on the local Moff’s recent blockade of the planet. Maps, diagrams, weapons and equipment were scattered everywhere. His parents and some of their Resistance friends looked up at the open door to see a shocked Gagra staring; his mouth agape and eyes wide. They tried to explain, but all Gagra could hear was all too distant voices. He ran out of the room tears streaming, not because he was scared of the Empire, but because of how long his parents had lied to him. He hopped on his Speeder and drove away, trying to clear his mind.
After driving for an hour he soon wandered off to parts of Corellia he never saw before, farther away he went until the night cycle came. Speederbike gangs came out on the prowl. Gagra checked the charge on his holdout blaster and looked around wearily. He passed by a local dive, The Last Ride, when four thugs burst out of the bar streaming profanities, obviously drunk. They saw Gagra staring at them and decided to teach him some manners. They hopped onto their bikes and shot off in Gagra’s direction. Gagra took off in the opposite direction, but his speeder wasn’t as fast or manoeuvrable as their bikes. “I’ve got to out think them”, Gagra decided. As the four bikes pulled beside him Gagra pulled out his holdout blaster, firing as he drew. The first shot took the biker immediately to his right in the throat; the second hit the handle bar on the bike behind the first biker that went down. The bike started to swerve uncontrollably until the biker could handle it no more and jumped off. The bike smashed into a building and exploded in a ball of fire on impact, the driver rolling on the rough ground. Gagra allowed a grim grin to show on his face. “Two left” he thought. The two bikes on his left disappeared as a pair of buildings forced them off of Gagra’s tail. “Him, looks like that’s the end of that” he began to think, just as three hot bolts flew past his head. His ear burned and his right cheek had a small black burn. Gagra grimaced at the pain and tried to force it into the back of his mind. Another volley of shots hit his stabilizer, and the speeder started to shudder. “C’mon hold together.” Gagra said aloud, but he was losing control. The two bikes appeared again right on his tail. “All or nothing, time for these nerf-herders to bite the dust” he said determinedly. Turning and firing blindly behind him at the bikes. The drivers had their heads down trying to avoid the fire, last mistake they ever made. Gagra threw the wheel to his left hard turning the speeder on end. Gagra jumped from the speeder landing in a roll. As the speeder continued on its side, Gagra fired his last two shots into the repulsor. The speeder dropped to the ground tumbling wildly, by the time the two drivers looked back up it was too late. Running into the tumbling speeder head on, all three vehicles exploded in a huge fireball. Gagra could feel the heat burning his clothes and skin, he gritted his teeth and kept his head down as the debris fell from the sky. He looked up in time to see two golf ball sized chunks of debris coming at him…and then…nothing.
“Hey kiddo you sure had us scared there”. Gagra focused his eyes at the person standing over him, and found the familiar face of his Father, and his mother behind him. “Where am I?” he questioned, not recognizing his surroundings. “You’re in the local Resistance bunker. You did a great job handling those bikers, but you got a little scraped up. We had bacta patches all over ya” his father replied, “We decided to leave the scar on yer cheek there, consider it a symbol of your manhood. Now get some rest, we’ll talk again in a few days”. Gagra was about to object when his mother turned a knob over his bed and he fell back into darkness.
Three years later
“Okay Gagra, you’re sure you can handle it? Okay you got the job, we’ll have your fake ID’s ready for you in the morning”. Gagra nodded, saluted and turned to head back to his bunk. It had been nearly three years since he joined the Resistance and he had grown up fast. He had seen more in the past three years than most people saw in their entire lifetime. The Resistance’s heroes had successfully united many of the galaxy’s’ rebels into a united organization. Mon Mothma and the recently deceased Bria Tharen came to mind. Rumour had it that the Governor of Corellia; Bel Iblis played a part in it as well. Now united under one banner, The Rebel Alliance was now a much stronger force than most people believed. They were also more vulnerable than many of its members believed. The mission assigned to him was the greatest one he had ever received. He was to infiltrate the Imperial Academy at Carida and pose as a pilot. As the gifted pilot he was, it would be no problem gaining entrance, with the proper ID tags. Once he graduated he was to contact a mole planted by the Alliance within the Imperial Fleet. Together they would steal classified information and escape together. “Now for some rest” he thought. He had a long, long mission ahead of him.
Two years later
Graduating two years earlier than was usually required and with full honours, Gagra’s mission was going better than anyone could have planned. He made a request to be stationed Sullust where his mole was located, posing as an engineer for Sorosuub, one of the Galaxy’s leading ship construction companies. Once they had the plans secured and transport out of system, it was clear sailing. He arrived on the Home One with the plans, his mission a success. He was given a medal for bravery and was assigned to Blue squadron, the first A-Wing squad commissioned. He also briefly flew with Red Squadron (X-Wing’s), Gold Squadron (Y-Wing’s) and Green Squadron (B-Wing’s). Gagra did not take part in the Battle of Endor; he had a bad case of Hesken Fever and could not fly.
Once the second Death Star was destroyed, Gagra spent his time flying missions to liberate planets and mop up Imperial forces. He continues his fight today. With his experience in both Imperial and Rebel craft, Gagra holds a huge advantage. He has just enlisted in the Rebel Squadrons fleet, where he had to start from a lowly Cadet and work his way back up to the top.
After leading Phalcun into an elite - cream of the crop - squadron, Gagra has since gone on an indefinite Leave of Absence. Where he is...nobody knows. |
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