It was hard growing up without a mother. Jarrell learned how to work early; his first job was a messenger in a Linorium mine. He worked there for two years. When he was nine, he was deemed strong enough to be a miner's apprentice. By thirteen he was a miner, and by sixteen a supervisor.

He grew up quickly in those tunnels, as there was no law underground. He learned honor, respect and duty. Jarrell was seventeen when he saw the Enlistment HoloVid. The recruiter's word touched his soul in a way nothing ever had.

He knew the Empire was his way of making a difference, perhaps his only way to help make the universe a safe place to live. Jarrell did reasonably well in Basic Training. He was quite adept in the physical areas of training, though his low scores on the APT (Academic Placement Test) meant he was ineligible for officer school. Little did he know he wouldn't need it. During training, he showed a natural ability for leadership, and was given the prestige of being his Cadet Squad Leader.

Upon graduating from BT, he received his assignment: he was to be a Naval Trooper aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless. He was and is a man of high ideals. The Navy's mission rang in his ears like the anthem of a million million worlds singing together in unison: To free the system space of member worlds from hazards to profitable commerce; To assure the safety of member worlds from attack from outside forces; To bolster planetary governments in times of crisis. They are to be the guardian angels of the galaxy.

The Battle over Endor was supposed to be an easy victory. The rebellion was nothing more than a bunch of lunatics and rabble-rousers simply fighting so they can stand out as non-conformists. But they were very skilled and very well-equipped lunatics.

Endor was supposed to be a decisive victory for the Empire, where a turbulant chapter of the development of the galaxy could be closed and a new era of peace could begin. The loss at Endor was especially heart-breaking. The Empire could offer happiness and peace to the galaxy, but the rebellion wanted no part of it. Why? It did not matter, because they were defeated, stranded.

The Relentless took a hard hit, which destroyed its communications array. It also damaged the hyperdrive so badly its tactical regroup, a blind jump, was the last it was able to make. They needed help and reinforcements. The Captain had asked for volunteers. He asked for those who wanted to send for assistance. Jarrell decided to stay aboard, and saw to his responsibilities dutifully.

Shuttle after shuttle left, taking those who did not have the conviction to see the mission come to an end. For three long years, Jarrell worked sixteen hours every day. He became well-known by all, including the Captain. It was his faith in his ideal that drove that dogged work ethic to earn him promotion after promotion, until he was given charge of eight squads of troopers and the rank of Ensign: the rank he held until the unimaginable happened.

The Captain had called a meeting of certain officers, to discuss certain issues aboard Relentless. Of the twelve officers that were to report to the meeting, all but Jarrell banded together and decided to mutiny against the Captain.

When the meeting came, Jarrell was appalled by the mutineers' actions. He could not let the traitors kill the Captain as they were preparing to do. So Jarrell played along. He was able to transmit a message to the XO, who was assigned to other duties during the mission. He waited for reinforcements to approach, then made his move. His blaster took down the first two before anyone realized what was happening. Three more were down by the time they realized Jarrell was the shooter. Then the blast doors opened, filling the room with a storm of blaster fire.

When it was done, Jarrell had a minor wound to his left arm, and the Captain was unhurt. He was given an informal promotion to Lieutenant, and became one of the only two men the Captain can trust.

Now, two years later, Jarrell focuses on his duty and his mission. Little else matters. Or at least that is what he has convinced himself to keep his slowly slipping sanity reasonably intact. His black trooper uniform is always clean and sharply pressed, his Lieutenant bars polished to a high gloss. He wears his blond hair short and his blue eyes icy.