It happened in a different time, a different galaxy - far out of the reaches of any known races. He fit into the human race perfect but he was not human. They soon found out and made him an outcast. So off he went to the outer worlds to the people known as West Quadrant Humans. Being of an old way he wasn't good with any of the modern weapons this mysterious man started pounding out an old fashioned suit of armor. This wasn't any suit of armor. It had as many shields as a powerful starship. Then he went out to making a sword out of the finest Steel he could find. His friend soon helped him build up a shield that would mold around his sword and repel any kind of hit that it would take. He was now ready to go to battle against the humans who kicked him out of their galaxy. One of the master pilots of an Old Death Cruiser him and the Rogue soon became as one. The Humans soon feared this person that they had banished from their territories that they gave him the name of Executor.