A towering figure—both physically and in reputation—within the Imperial Navy. Born on Brentaal IV into a family of powerful Core World bureaucrats, Tarth eschewed the comforts of political aristocracy for the rigid discipline of military service. He entered the Republic Navy during the final years of the Clone Wars, commissioning as a lieutenant in orbital logistics. His efficient, unflinching command style and deep understanding of both naval doctrine and strategic infrastructure made him indispensable during the Republic’s transition to the Galactic Empire.
 
Tarth rose through the ranks not through bold heroics, but through flawless execution of orders and ruthless enforcement of discipline. By the time of the Pacification Campaigns in the Outer Rim, he had already developed a reputation as a commander who valued precision, loyalty, and ideological purity above all else. He served under Moff Ardus Kaine during the annexation of the Greater Seswenna Sector, where he was promoted to Rear Admiral for his role in restructuring local planetary defense forces into compliant Imperial auxiliaries.
 
In 3:0:1 ABY, following decades of frontline command and sector-level fleet logistics, Tarth was personally selected by the Imperial High Command to take over the Carida Naval Academy as its Administrator—a position that combines high-level command, academic oversight, and political reliability. His task was clear: root out complacency, increase ideological rigor, and produce a new generation of officers suited for the escalating civil war against the Rebel Alliance.
 
Now 64, Tarth retains the iron will and sharp intellect of his younger years, though his presence is more often felt in speeches, directives, and disciplinary reviews than in the field. He walks with a slight limp from a shrapnel wound sustained during a pirate suppression campaign in the Javin sector, which he pointedly refuses to treat with prosthetics. This physical reminder of his service has become part of his mythos among the cadets—many of whom fear him as much as they respect him.
 
Tarth believes in the Empire as an absolute necessity for galactic order. He is not sadistic or flamboyant in his loyalty—his conviction is colder, clinical. He does not speak of glory or vengeance, but of “stability through supremacy.” Instructors at Carida know better than to cross him. Cadets who show promise receive his quiet favor; those who exhibit doubt or dissent are swiftly transferred—or expelled.
 
His ceremonial speeches are deliberately austere. His personal quarters aboard the Imperial Garrison Command Dome are said to be spartan, decorated only with campaign ribbons, tactical charts, and an oil painting of an ancient Republic Venator-class Star Destroyer—a reminder, perhaps, of the galaxy he helped bury.