Physical Description: Frenetic and quick to anger -- but equally quick with a bit of dark sarcasm or bitter repartee -- Beddar resembles nothing so much as a smallish ball of slightly flabby energy when allowed to go off on a topic. A study in contrasts: his wide and clumsy hands seem instantly energized at the touch of a single control, and his eyes -- normally a dull and uninterested gray, flat with weariness and cynicism -- flash a brilliant and blinking blue in front of a new audience or potential client. Depending on the world, he’s almost always dressed in the drab gray of an Imperial shipper or the magenta and orange of the Beddar Freight Company (“Beddar Freight -- or Never!”), and the typical Sullustan disdain for ornamentation extends even to his almost heroically austere (and oft comented-upon) inability to accessorize.

Publicly Known Background - Once a favored shipper for the Imperial fleet, Beddar apparently found himself unable to obey some Moff’s orders -- regarding either the delay or scuttling or something of a fairly important medical shipment -- due to an expected attack of conscience. The company was shattered, its licenses revoked, and a low-level warrant was put out for his arrest; even now, he’s still desperately trying to regain even the tiniest shred of what was once his before he crossed the Empire. He’s got a reputation for being a fantastic pilot, a quick tongue, and a decent merchant; the three combined, though, generally only hurt business, as the word “rogue” instantly comes to mind when they’re used in the same sentence.

Private Background - Having joined the Imperial Academy to escape the workyards of SoroSuub, Beddar, despite his superior flight skills, was pushed -- perhaps as a result of his “alien” nature -- into Imperial shipping. Naturally entrepreneurial and generally loyal, his dependability and business skills built Beddar Freight into a favored Imperial Mid-Rim carrier; soon, his own piloting skills fell into a little disuse, as a fleet of thirty ships and well over three hundred employees fell under his admittedly heavy hand.

The Rebellion was a special problem; many former friends from the Academy had joined, and Beddar had to twice order the imprisonment of old schoolmates who had made the mistake of pirating his shipping lanes. Pirates were rarely successful in those days, though; the strength of the Imperial escort fleet was generally unquestioned, and those pirates who were both reckless and talented enough to raid a Star Galleon were few and far between (although one in particular, a Rebellion pirate called the Opportunity, was noteworthy in that it suffered no damage during its successful run).

Once, while accompanying a fairly special shipment of emergency medical supplies to the plague-ridden planet of Cordoba, Beddar received an explicit order from the local Moff to refuse delivery until the local Rebel cell surrendered to the Imperial garrison. To his discredit, Beddar did actually spend two days in orbit, hoping for a successful resolution -- but when it became obvious that the Rebels would rather see half the planet die of a plague than return their planet to Imperial control, his atrophied conscience forced him to unload the supplies.

Unfortunately, the two Star Destroyers in orbit around Cordoba -- now that their blackmail was rendered ineffective -- simply began an orbital bombardment, beginning it by blasting the two Beddar Freight galleons in the system. Forced into hiding in the hills of Cordoba, Beddar found himself pressed into the Rebellion rather unwillingly -- and when he finally made it off-planet after two years of siege, he discovered that the Beddar Freight Company had been hunted by the Empire to the brink of extinction; most of his surviving employees had simply stolen whatever funds and ships they could find and headed for the Outer Rim to avoid Imperial punishment.

Making the best of a bad situation, Beddar used what little hard assets he had remaining to purchase three ships -- a stock Ghtroc and two bulk freighters -- and immediately offered his services to the Rebellion, who was desperately needing experienced freight haulers to oversee their nightmarishly difficult logistic requirements. He actually made a decent profit from this operation, and even made a name for himself in Imperial space again by operating one hauler with neutral colors and a dummy company code; however, this same hauler was destroyed by accidental fire during an attack at Tangrene, forcing him to discontinue that side of his operation.

Just recently, his other bulk freighter was pirated, stripped, and set adrift by the Opportunity -- AGAIN -- and it was simply more cost-effective for him to write off the entire ship and its crew and continue as a one-man outfit to cover his operating expenses. (Security tapes of the Opportunity’s raid clearly identify the leader of the attack, one Jaff Cobol.)

Barely a month ago, Beddar’s Ghtroc (still named “Ship Number Three”) was forced into dry-dock on a pathetically backwards station in the Mid-Rim due to a problem with its displacer coil; the two podunk techs assigned to its repair took so long that his liquid assets began to run dry, and he was desperately attempting to fix it himself when a semi-drunken human female wandered up to him, pushed him out of the way, and just reversed two of the connections. Disgruntled but thankful, he insisted on buying “D.T.” a drink -- since she refused to charge for such a “basic” repair -- and has been bringing a little work her way ever since.