Bastian was a pilot for the United States Military, flying troops into war zones and back home. After his contract was up he became a commercial pilot, but never gave up his love for guns, especially rifles. During his layovers at military bases he found that he was quite a keen shot with a high powered rifle, earning him the nickname "Eagle Eye" among the troops. He still enjoyed going out to the shooting range, and always carried a concealed handgun for self defense. He never shot anyone, but knew if his life depended on it he was confident in his aim and would not hesitate to pull the trigger. Immediately after he left the military he went off the grid and built a cabin in the Rockies where he lived off the land and took care of himself. A combination of loneliness and a longing to be in the air again led him to rent out his cabin and take to the skies again as a civilian pilot, rather than a military one. On one of his many flights to the country of Chernarus something peculiar occurred, As they were preparing for passengers to board the plane, him and his co-pilot were informed that the airport was shutting down and everyone was to be evacuated. Soon Bastian found himself fending for himself once again among the chaos. Having no idea what was going on, he told his co-pilot they were getting the hell out of there and began taxing onto the runway ignoring the many warnings from air traffic control, eventually shutting the radio off completely. It was rocky getting off the ground as he was in a hurry. Soon after; however, they realized that the chernarussian government really didn't want anyone leaving for whatever reason. All Bastian knew was surface-to-air missiles were heading for his plane and fast. This plane was different from the military planes he flew during his service, specifically it was not equipped to deal with such a threat as an extremely fast exploding projectile, and he knew he would need to brace for a rough landing. When he woke up, smoke filled his lungs and he was in a daze. Everything ached and an intense heat was surrounding him. The co-pilot did not survive the crash, and though Bastian didn't know much about the man, he hoped his death was quick, but still blamed himself for wanting to leave without permission. There was no time for sorrow though, he knew the what this meant. Something was VERY wrong and he had found himself somewhere he never thought he'd be again...the wilderness, all alone, fending for himself and relying on his abilities to survive whatever was about to be thrown at him. All he knew was...He had to survive.