A Lifetime of War

I've been fighting the Empire since its inception. Before that I fought the Separatists. And before that my life was dedicated to honing the skills required of a Mandalorian. I've been a warrior for as long as I can remember.
 
With the separatists it was for glory and a chance to prove my skill. In the skies of Cato Neimoida I shot down countless droids and is where I earned my callsign - Starhawk. The clones on the ground had witnessed me fly through an exploding separatist gunship, and some its fuel had stuck to the wings of my Fang. So when I pulled up away from the ground, it looked like the flaming wings of a starhawk. It caught on among the clones on the ground so they started calling me by that name over comms. Earning your name is one of a warriors greatest honors, and a moment I will never forget.
 
With the Empire it is personal however. My squadron, the Void Dragons, had answered the call of Bo-Katan and the Nite Owls to take back Mandalore from the usurper Maul. It was a battle hard fought, and it pushed my skill as pilot to the very edge. I had trained against my fellow Mandalorian pilots in the Void Dragons before, but to go against other Mandalorians in true battle was something I never could have truly prepared for. There was no glory in this, however. The pilots I shot down were my kin. This conflict only stood to weaken us as a people. But that wasn't even the worst part. After the siege and Lady Bo-Katan was named regent, the Republic that had aided us in battle was no more. The Empire that took its place betrayed us. The traitor Gar Saxon, who had previously fought for the usurper, stabbed us in the back like the dishonorable coward that he is. With the Empire at his back, we were ousted from our home while Gar Saxon now rules over Mandalore.
 
When our squadron leader, Mother, asked if we wanted to fight back against the Empire, we told her it was an easy choice. Amongst ourselves we had already been preparing battle plans and exchanging knowledge on Imperial space combat tactics.
 
It has been ten years since then, and we are low on resources. After a while our Fang fighters became too valuable to risk, deciding to save them for when the day comes, so we resorted to using whatever ships we could steal. We have struck Imperial supply shipments wherever we could find them. We have made life hell for the Imperials at every turn. And yet, it's not enough. We have been an inconvenience at most. We are winning the battles, but we're losing the war. No Tie pilot could ever hope to best one of us. But it's still not enough.
 
I wonder if these Jedi can be what begins the turning of the tide. I've seen Jedi pull off impossible things, these ones included. I only hope it's not too little too late.
 
On another note, Cosa's kinda cute. It's been a while since I talked to someone that understands the beauty of engineering that starships are. I'd honestly be thrilled to show her a Fang fighter if I get the chance.