Growing up on the harsh plant of Lok a.k.a Pirate World, Russ was well trained in the combat arts, sneaking around and hiding. Russ was abandoned on Lok when he was only a child of eight, since then he had dodged evil pirates and death by stealing and sneaking around. When Russ was sixteen some pirates saw him and attacked him, Russ feared the pirates and ran away. He had been training himself in hand to hand combat since his twelfth birthday, Russ knew he could take on many pirates at once as their fighting methods were crude and slow, he didnt want to kill any pirates because he might become prey to all the pirates. Russ had had trained himself as a Commando. Two days later a ship arrived with a Human on it, the Human was around 1.8 to 2.0 meters tall; he had black fur and was wearing mandalorian armour.

The Human looked at Russ and said "Hello, my name is Jingo where is the nearest fuelling station?"

"Good day traveller," Russ replied, "It wont do you much good knowing where the fuelling station is."

"Why not?" Jingo asked.

"Because this is a space pirates home world, the only way to get the fuel is through them," Russ answered.

"How many are there?" Jingo inquired.

"About twenty guarding the fuel pumps, the rest are probably raiding convoys or drinking in the cantina," Russ said.

The Human looked around with an annoyed look on his face.

"Ill make a deal with you," Russ said after a few minutes of silence.

"Whats that?" Jingo asked.

"Ill get you some fuel if you take me off of this god forsaken planet," Russ said.

Jingo pondered for a moment.

"Okay," He said smiling.

Russ turned and ran off into the distance, Jingo could not believe how fast Russ was and stood watching with a grin of amusement on his face.

He said to himself. "Hes going to make a good "Coyote Bandit.""

Russ ducked into a dark corner behind a crate full of spice, looking around he saw a pipe big enough to use as a weapon so he picked it up. Slipping through the shadows Russ snuck up behind one of the stinking pirates and knocked him over the head with the lead pipe. Dragging the unconscious pirate into the shroud he slumped him in a heap behind a crate and continued on towards the fuelling station. Russ was surprised by the lack of pirates patrolling the fuelling station.

"Somethings not right here," Russ whispered to himself.

Russ stood up; there was no one at the fuel station now.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Russ asked himself.

He ran into the fuel station, and grabbed two large green metallic cans full of fuel, and slowly walked back to Jingos ship.

The night drew on and Jingo made a fire.

"Nothing like the heat of a warm campfire to lift your spirit," He said.

The fire had almost dyed down when Russ returned.

"Oh good, youre back," Jingo said standing and taking one can from Russ.

"Yeah, damn pirates cant hurt me," Russ answered.

"Russ you surprise me!" Jingo said, "For someone so small you sure tough"

"How do you know my name?" Russ asked.

"Ive been watching you, waiting for a good time to ask you to join the Coyote Bandits," He said, "So will you?"

"Yeah sounds good!" Russ replied.

Russ and Jingo walked onto his ship, it had a huge cargo hold filled with large crates.

"Whats in all these crates?" Russ asked curiously.

"Spice," He replied, "From the mines of Kessel."

"Youre a smuggler?" Russ said.

"Yes we smuggle what we need, to sell on the market," He said positively.

He continued walking then turned and smiled at Russ.

"People pay good prices for rare items! Especially spice from Kessel, we need the money to fund our operations," He continued. "A bandits life is a harsh one, but at least were free."

"I have a feeling things will change for the better," Russ said.

"So do I my friend, so do I," He said looking at Russ, Jingo smiled delightedly, then continued. "Now that we have your abilities we may be strong enough to carry out "Operation Coyote Glory,""