Name: Jingo Yatani

Rank: Rear Admiral

ID Line: RA Jingo Yatani/Dream 2-1/MC-80 Intruder/IW
[IW:TAC][IW:IRC](MoS***)(IBS*)(MoC)(ITM-GOLD*)(ITM-Bronze)(MoP)(DSC)(IT-r)
Position: Emeritus Squadron Commander / Emeritus Wing Commander / Emeritus Commodore of the Flagship/ Emeritus Major, Colonel, and General in the POD

Occupation: Starfighter Pilot, Captial Ship Command, Ground Forces Command, Intelligence Officer

Age: 27 Standard Years

Sex: Male

Weight: 165 lbs

Height: 5' 8"

Home Planet: Unknown

Brief Pilot Background:

HOW IT ALL BEGAN. . .

Jingo Yatani wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, brushing his lank, matted hair away from his face. He was young, and the rigorous training taxed his mind and body to the extreme. He hadn't always been a fighter pilot. There was a time when he was a scholar, but that was another time and another place. Before he fell through the window in time. He shrugged his mind away from those memories, memories of a distant time, a distant place and concentrated on the task athand. He concentrated on his training consol seeing in satisfaction the enemy fighter explode in a large orange fireball, the remains of the pilot scattered somewhere across the galaxy.

He had always been attracted to sources of great power. The first was a dark glassy stone with mystical properties,
agumenting his own abilities ten fold. The most recent: a battle fleet of Imperial space craft. The fleet of ships all for one glorious goal of restoring order to the galazy. Yatani lusted after power, and finally became consumed by it. Now he understands that the survival and perpetuation of the Empire will be the only way to perpetuate and sustain his own power. If the empire were to descend into the unbridled chaos of the thousands of rebel factions around, the knowledge of the ancients, knowledge of power, would be lost forever.

"Continue with simulation?" asked the computer in a soothing feminine voice. Jingo was still slightly awed at the increases in technology this new universe had made. "No. I need my sleep." Tomorrow, I'll prove myself in battle, he thought. And made his way to the barraks. Others dressed as trainees would pass by him. But he paid them little mind. They were as much his enemy as the various rebel factions. His training must be the highest thought in his mind. His only purpose.

He slept fitfully, tossing and turning, seeing a hand, a skeletal hand stretching across the galaxy, reaching for his throat and he awoke with a start. Nightmares. Constant nightmares. The price of power. He sighed and shook his head free of the cobwebs of sleep and stretched. He knew he was small for his age. 23 yrs old and still he didn't look much older than when he did when he was seventeen. He stretched his small, lithe body and calmed his mind. He pulled on a black leather glove over his left hand, wondering if it would ever be the same again. There was no flesh on that hand, but it worked perfectly, the bones intricately moving in concert with some strange unseen force. Force. A power little spoken of and even less understood. But a power. Power. One he was beginning to understand.---

The fighter bay opened up before his access code and Jingo sighed in admiration as he viewed the sleek metal ship before him. Laser cannons, Ion cannons, missle tubes, and shields with enough power to withstand a heavy battering would be all that was between him and the cold darkness of space. He ran his finger along the gleaming hull. Perhaps not ALL that stood between him. For there was more to him than many could see. Yet see they would. . . eventually.

He would fly in his first combat operation in a couple of hours. His first battle. He would be a banshee out of hell, screaming into the eternal night of space, crushing all who stood before him. He would serve the Empire, but also he would be served by them. He smiled at the strange contradiction and flexed his black gloved fist. Yes, many would fall in battle before him. His training would paid off. His squadron would benefit from his skills as would the Empire. But they too would give him something in return. The knowledge. The knowledge of POWER.

That was how it all began. Those were my early training days, taken from my autobiography. I joined the IW in 1997, after having resigned from the EH after a year of service there. I obtained the rank of Commander upon my joining the IW. I was to be commander of a new squadron. It was a great honor. But not one that was to come to fruition. My creation of Skull Squadron was short lived, however. I served aboard the INTR DOMINANT in that position for about 5 months without any communication between my superior officers and myself. There was a lack of interest for people wanting to join a new squadron. I soon learned that my promotion to commander would be one of name only and that all funding was soon pulled from the IRE and moved to more beneficial sectors of the IW. I requested a demotion and a transfer to an active squadron. I was then transfered to the Elite Mu Squadron with the ISD Majesty. I served with Mu for five months before becomming aware of the vacancy in Black Squadron onboard the DarkStar. In Mu I was the Flight Leader for two different Flights and took an active role in furthuring the Empire. I enjoyed being in a very active squadron where there was a lot of communication and activity. Needless to say, communication is high on my list.

Shortly after becomming commander of Black Squadron, I was given the temporary position of Wing Commander for "Conquerer Wing" (Wing II) aboard the MC-120 DarkStar. The position became a permanent one and I was also awarded a higher rank of Lieutenant Colonel. I served as both WC and Squadron Commander for two months. During that time, I participated in the Olan campaign and witnessed the the IW's tragic loss of over 50% of its forces in that elaborate ambush. After some needed re-organization in the IW I was returned to my coveted and previous post as Black Squadron Commander and was promoted to Colonel. After some additional re-organization, I was awarded the rank of Lieutenant General. I served as Squadron Commander with Black Squadron for a year.

In August of 1999 my promotion to the rank of Rear Admiral was announced and I was given command of the IW's flagship, the MC-120 DarkStar. While Commodore of our Flagship I participated in both the Vonsam and Vol Campaigns, commanding the fleet, named Taskforce DarkStar against the UGR border fleet.

After six months of service as Commodore, I joined the POD as a batallian commander, and gave up my post as Commodore. In the POD I participated in the Choras campaign using the Tralarin Uhlman's Regiment (TUR) to defeat UGR and Huttese ground forces. The POD underwent some budget cuts and I was left jobless for sometime.

When it was revitalized a few months later, I reapplied and was again appointed as Batallian commander. I commanded a batallian in the 2^nd Heavy Infantry and participated in the ground campaign on Eriadani. Unfortunately our forces took serious losses and I was wounded in combat. While undergoing medical attention, our border worlds and internal systems were hit fast and hard by the UGR fleet and I was unable to participate in the battle of our captila system, Erebria. Following some resignations in the command staff of the POD I was made General of the organization. Again, the POD was shut down for re-assesment and I was transferred to Dream Squadron, where I'm currently serving as a Flight Leader. I'm also serving as an Intelligence and Military aide to SA Kevin (a.k.a. the Role-Play-Administrator).

Rear Admiral Jingo Yatani

Dream 2-1/MC80 Intruder/IW/