Name: Marka Mussuka
Race: Xexto
Age: 41
Occupation: Pilot, Pod-Racer
Appearance:

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Gear:
Blaster Pistols x4
Helmet-mounted Long Ranged Comm-link.
Flight Suit
Utility Belt

Backstory up until flying on the [insert ship name here]: Marka was born on Troiken, like most of his species and grew up with a distinct dislike for the Empire, then the following Republic and now has even more disdain for the First Order. He pretty much learned to hate almost everything, whilst growing up.

When he was old enough, he started working at his fathers Mechanics shop, learning how to clean, repair and keep all the big space-freighters flying. Soon, he was learning how to back them into the dry-dock and not long after, how to fly like a pro. Whilst working for his father, he started to fall in with a less than reputable gang who convinced him to "borrow" ships from the shop for racing purposes. He was good, damn good, until he was caught and his father fired him. But, the spark was there and the love for piloting things at incredibly fast speeds through death-fields was there. Using the money he saved, he managed to work passage to Malastare, where he knew the Pod Racing was good. He took part in a trial for one of the racing teams and was eventually accepted onboard, giving him a pod and a schedule.

For the next 15 years, he managed to make quite the name for himself in the pod-racing circuit. Although his win-loss ratio was nothing special, he nonetheless managed to become popular with the fans for his hotdog antics. However, it was after an Imperial Remnant raid on the planet that he decided to see the end of the Empire, signing up to the Republic's starfighter corps. He didn't like the Republic, but he disliked the Empire even more. He managed to make a name for himself behind the controls of a B-Wing and even took part in the Battle of Jaku, personally delivering the killing blow to a Star Destroyer using a pair of well-placed Proton torpedoes to the bridge-deck and watching it hurtle, out of control, to the planet bellow.

After that, he went back to Malastare, but couldn't seem to find fun in Pod Racing anymore. The excitement that battle brought him was not easily forgotten, that's when he decided to sign on as a pilot for some gormless idiots that required a pilot for their "Perfectly legitimate business" as far as he is concerned, if there is a chance for trouble, he is all there. That being said, he has no love for killing. As such, he will never directly target the cockpit of a ship unless it is absolutely necessary, he prefers to disable than destroy.
Propositions for shared backstory: During a stop-off on Malastare, they managed to catch one of the rare occasions that he actually came first in his race. He goes out to celebrate with a night on the town, when he see's them trying to navigate their ship, poorly, to a maintainance bay, where he approached and asked if they needed a pilot for their "Perfectly legitimate business." Naturally, they just watched him win a hell of a race, so he obviously has some skill. As such, they accept.