"You know, after Endor, I wasn't sure about staying with the New Republic. I'd fought the good fight, even shaken that death mark. I didn't see the point in going legit, so to speak. Figured I'd cash out, and get back to doing what I do best. It was Grace who changed my mind. The day I was set to leave, she pulled me aside and told me something I'll never forget. She said I'll miss you Frisk. Back home on Dosh, my clan and I never got along. 'Your too loud Ferrisk. Why don't you like hunting Ferrisk?' As soon as I could fly, I left. Made my own way, on my own. Until I met Vangaurd. The only thing better than pulling one over on the Empire was flying with my Vanguard buddies. But it never occurred to me they felt the same way."