The men of the Freedom guard come from all conceivable parts of the galexy. Unlike the original Royal guard that gave birth to the man that would bring the freedom guard to life. Greyy Trespe, thats his name. He is on of the last of the Empirial Royal Guard and the first of the New Alliance Freedom Guard. Alderaan was his home and where all of the storys begin so his well be first.

-19 years before the descruction of Allderaan-

The planet of Allderaan. It was a blue orb in the middle of the black obsidian sky of space. It was home to makers of peace, a people that lived their philosophy of peaceful harmony with the galexy in every facet of their lives. The citys were made in a way that they did not domminate nature but worked with it. Almost becoming part of it.

A young Greyy trespe roomed the halls of the prestigious Aldera university, situated in the natural wonder of a city that was Aldera. The school taught any thing the students were free to explore any and all lines of thinking to expand the horizons of their minds and find out the real truths for them selves.

Excelling to the top of his class Greyy was a child prodigy. Making leway in all the subjects that he put his mind too. Learning the ins and outs of politics and starship engines alike. Although the thing that facinated him the most were the storys of people that had served in the Empirial navey. He dreamed of one day being a fighter pilot in a carages battle. But most of the Aldera students disagreed with him. Most things point to a fact that the empire rules with a iron fist crossing innocent beings in their path in the guise of keeping the order.

Greyy thought other wise. History showed the chaos that the universe was falling too and he saw the empire as the biggest blessing ever bestoyed on the galexey. He figured that the universe would be in ruin if not for the empire so he believed in them.

Againsst his fathers wishes he signed up for the empirial academy. Going off into a grand adventure were the ideas that clouded his thoughts. That blind idealism shot him to the top of his class in the academy. He even aced in the Tie fighters as a pilot in all the sims. To be a pilot was his highest dream.

The Empire, however, had other plans for one with such potential. Instead of being assigned to the fighter corps he was sent to the trooper corps. This disturbed him initially. The storm troopers were where the mindless idiots of the empire that could not hack it as any thing that took a ounce of skill went. Or so he thought. Trooper corps had places for those that excelled quickely.

He mastered one discipline of training in half the time it took most of his class mates. He mastered the unarmed combat, marks man ship, weapons manuvers, tactics any thing and every thing that they throw at him he mastered with ease.

Rumors begain to reach his ears that he was being sited for a elite group. Not just a elite group, the elite group. The empirial royal guard. The troops that were pick for guard training were never really heard from again. THey became enigmas within the empire, wraiths that did the emporers bidding. The training itself was ringed in intrique no one knew what it was but they know it is the toughest test of skill any where.

The guard became a goal that he found came true after Greyy went on several missions with storm commandos the most elite that most could expect to reach.

On a mission to crush a rebellion on the planet of bothawa. His senior officer was killed and he was in command of his squad. 200 men versus the 11 storm commandos. They were out numbered and out gunned and yet againest all odds they made it out. All of them. Stealing a rebel ship and escaping in rebel Y-wing fighters.

It was then that he was sent to the royal guard training grounds. For 4 years he trained. Trained to be the best soilder that the empire had to offer. He could flie all known types of fighter craft. He was a expert in infiltration. And left all opponents that faced him hand to hand with aface full of dirt.

On his last day of passing into the guard he was set againest another class mate right in front of the emporer him self. In his armor he admired the dark lord darth vader and dark master emporer palpatine. This was to be a fight to the death. the emporer told the two innitiates. One would be a guardsman and one would die.

The fight lasted for 5 minutes, The two fighters were good very good. THe fight was a dance of feints, parrys and attacks. All of the move were perfect they had to be to get this far. But soon the other man made a mistake. That ended with a blade in the mans chest.

The emporer gave him his congradulations and his blessing. The blessings of the emporer him self. What an honor. Vader merely gave him a nod of approval.

The years that followed were ones of secrecy and leader ship. He crushed political foes of the empire. And guarded the emporer him self on many occasions.

But it all ended the day that the Death star ended Alderaan forever.

-Alderaans end-

The day that alderaan was destroyed he was on assignment on the planet of Tantooine looking into rebel movments on the planet. THe under world was here and the rebels were never far behind the underworld.

In the guise ot a merchant on planet he was infiltrating the rebels on planet. Feeding them information about the empirial movments that he followed as a merchant. Even making some deals that would land them valuble weapons shipments.

Then he saw it over the holonet, Alderaan's destruction. A beam of light from the empires ultimate weapon lanceing out and snuffing out the blue orb he and his family called home. His family all lived on planet. The moment that he saw it he knew that they were all dead. The empire would not do this he thought. Why.

The thoughts send him reeling. But as he is in mid thought he sees sand troopers coming in the bar to find some one. Him. A Alderaanian guard was to big of a risk to keep around. They left him with no choice. He knew exactly what they would do. The moment they saw him he would be shoot on site.

From there he decided if it was between his life or his death just to serve the interests of the empire he chose life. Maybe even a new life. He looked at the rebels. A life of revenge.

Knocking two of the rebels two the ground he takes their blasters and procedes to mow down all the troopers in the room with deadly precision.

He helps the rebels out. Explaining that he is a high ranking empirial. And that he was from allderaan. This was enough to get the rebels to take him in.

-one year after Alderaan-

Sitting in a damp fighter bay in a rebel fighter installation Greyy moves through the routine of combat training. A vibro lane was his choice weapon now. The weapon from his training days. In the rebellion he was assisting to topple the empire. With his knowledge of current empirial tactics he was able to take out curent covert ops with in rebel networks before they brought enemy forces on their heads.

In turn the alliance supplied him with every thing he needed to train fighting men. Rebel foot soilders while not the empirial elite many proved to make up for the lack of proper training faculties with a determination that was unmatched.

He turned out several covert ops speciatlists from these training groups.

In this current base he happened upon a young woman 17 years of age. She was an ace pilot all ready with the Z-95 and Y-wing. After making some inquires he found out that she was a orphaned child of a diplomat that was killed delivering info to the rebellion. Just a girl and already a soilder. He thought little of it for a time.

One day he saw her watching him rum through his excercises with intent interest. As if she her self was fighting and learning from every move he made.

"Come here girl." he called out to her. she looked around seeing if he meant any one else. But she was the only person that was even close to even resembling a girl so see came to answer his becon.

She stood before him saluteing. "Yes sir." Greyy was a captain in the rebellion the girl was a mere fighter pilot corperal.

he pauses to look her over. "YOu have been watching me havn't you?" he asks.

"Well...yes sir," she answers shyly.

He gives a small smile. "Think you could do it?" raising a eyebrow to see how she reacts to the proposition. She nodes enthusiastically. "Very well then. I well start your lessons now."

The girl was a asstute pupil. Picking up quickely on his lessons. The two started with practice sticks in the form of left over pipeing. For a week he beat her at ever practice. Showing her the proper way to fight. After two weeks she was actually meeting him in skill he still won but it took more and more effort to accomplish. The third week she was moving with the practice blade like it had been second nature to her. For every move he had she had a counter move now. And she was learning his tricks in fighting. The way she fought it was almost as if she was seeing what he was going to do before he did it. This girl could have held her oown againest most of the guard.

On a visit to her quarters, a bunk in a small room no more then a cubical in size. He saw her holding a metal cylinder that he could not identify. He held back from entering. She got up from her bunk and looked to see if any one was around. Satisfied that there was no one about she presses a button and from the room a humming noise errupts forth.

Looking in he sees her practicing her fighting stances with a golded blade. He startles her. A smile of reasurance tells her not to worry.

"A jedi's weapon, well that makes you a jedis daughter." Greyy speaks.

She looks at him carefully "You well not tell any one? Well you?"

WIth a replly, "No I well not, but what I well do is train you to use that weapon properely. There well be a need for jedi in the future and I would be proud to be your teacher." From there he begain serionus training with her.

He taught her every thing he know about fighting. And in his teachings he integrated not the teachings of restrant that he learned growing up on Allderaan. This girl showed him more of what she could do on a daily basis. She made people see her in a different form. Creat illusions that he swore were real. Be were not. She even read minds a bit when she really tried. In combat seessions they practice with vibro blades. Going all out not giving a inch. It took every thing he had to push her too her limits. Soon she was starting to train him.

In other training sessions he instruted her on using her light saber the advantages she had to a near weightless blade. As the days went by she explained how this blade was her grandmothers. A jedi of the old order. And that she died faceing the sith. As did her father a latent force user.

The days past and her found that he now had a new calling. To train another generation to fight for peace be the ideals that he learned on alderaan and not in the empire.

A group too serve the people and protect them with the skills of the Royal guard a Freedom Guard.