Ah, me great-grandpappy, “le chef de terrible”, the Gallente called him for his awful cooking, he was aboard a Scythe when they had to fire his precious kitchen sink and assorted other kitchen utensils plus a Fedo out of the artillery cannons when they had ran out of ammo… Reportedly, no immediate effects were observed despite perfect hits, but Amarr later found a derelict Maller with everyone onboard dead from botulism. Or Fedo farts.
This story is true*.
My great-granddad actually didn’t fight in the Rebellion directly due to grave injuries he suffered during the first days of it, that had paralyzed his other arm and due to lack of proper care had his other leg ossified in a slight angle, making his walking difficult as well. Nevertheless he set out with the “Merchant Fleet”, the fleet arm that procured and distributed supplies among the rebels.