"Please state your rank, name and outfit."

"Corporal Korwin Nalan, 3rd Platoon, Krayt Company. We were attatched to General Oreth's light infantry regiment."

"And for how long did you serve with the Rebel Alliance?"

"Four years, two months, one week, and two days." Scattered laughter could be heard throughout the comfortable sitting room in which the interview was taking place.

"Those are some pretty exact numbers Mr. Nalan." The interviewer, a lovely young Twilek woman with vibrant violet skin, said.

The human she was interviewing grinned, his white teeth a stark contrast against his dark-skinned face. Running a hand over his graying, corn-rowed hair, he said, "I have a good head for numbers."

"Of course. Now, as you are aware, this interview will be recorded in it's entirety and released unedited in the documentary series, "Soldier: The Anonymous Heroes of the Galactic Civil War", as outlined in the privacy waiver that you signed this morning."

"Yes, I am. Young lady, you can begin when you like. I have a dinner tonight, and I don't like to miss dinner." Another round of laughter was heard as Korwin patted his slightly rounded belly.

The interviewer shifted slightly in her seat, and then looked down at her datapad. Glancing back up, she said, "Please, start by telling us about your background. What did you do before the war?"

Korwin looked at each of the holo-recorders in the room, before sighing and replying, "I was born on Juno IV in Celka City. My mama was fifteen years old, living with her grandparents, and my old man was a gang member. We lived on the northwest side of town, in a place called Tides."

"And what was your early childhood like?" Asked the Twilek woman.

"I don't really remember a whole lot of it. I remember my mom and dad fighting a lot. We were very poor, because they had two more kids after me. It wasn't all bad though. Not until I was nine."

The interviewer stared intently at Korwin for a few seconds, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn't, she gently prompted him. "What happened when you were nine?"

Korwin shifted uncomfortably in his seat and frowned. Then the look was gone, and he was once more confident and composed. "I woke up one morning, and my dad was gone. After that...I was the man of the house. I had to help mama take care of the kids. She worked down on the loading docks in southwest as a secretary, down in the flats. They didn't pay near enough though, so I had to put in work to...supplement her income."

"How did you manage that? You were too young to get a job."

"I did the only thing I could do; I hustled, and sold Rhondis buds. There was spice to sell also, glimmersticks and what not. But I didn't like pushing that shit. I had friends OD on both. So I stuck with Rhondis buds, playing pazaak, saabac, things like that."

"How did you go from a petty criminal in the only major city on a little known rim-world, to a soldier in the Galactic Rebel Alliance?"

"I killed a man."

The interviewers eyes widened momentarily, and she took a moment to recover. When she did, she said, "I beg your pardon, did you say you killed a man?"

Korwin nodded. "Yeah."

Now interested, the interviewer leaned forward and asked, "And how did that work out?"

"Well, I had just finished this deal, and had to buy my little sister some shoes for school..."