Name: Flight Officer Corbin Starlight
Callsign: “Pixy”, but often called 'Solo Wing'
Last known address: Coruscant, awaiting new assignment
Special training: Hand-to-hand combat, pilot, weapons training (Ranged, no heavy weapons training), some grenade training
Weapon: Standard NR Sidearm
Age: 36 (20 BBY)
Height: Five feet eleven inches
Weight: 205 lbs
Hair: A light blonde colour
Medical: Severe Alcoholism, PTSD
(mother, Private Doctor, deceased); Han
(father, Special Forces operative/ Firm Lawyer, retired); Jenna
(Sister, NRI Operative, alive)
Faction: New Republic Starfighter Corps
Psychological: Doesn't talk much unless he needs to, at least outside of his close friend circle. Periodically breaks down but gets right back up again
Starfighter Experience: FreiTek Inc. E-wing Type B Escort Starfighter, T-65 X-wing Starfighter (And any other variants of the X-Wing)
Ranged Weapon Experience: None
, brought on by his parents. Most linguistics define the accent he uses to that of the Northern Hemisphere of Lanugage Influence from Coruscant, with it being rough and coarse most of the time because of the way he usually speaks. However, when he truly speaks, it comes out rich and focused, however bastardize by the clashing of his Northern accented Father and his Southern accent mother.
Current Assignment: Womprat Squadron, E-Wing Pilot.
HEROES OF THE NEW REPUBLIC
Every so often a great pilot comes about from the depths of unknown reaches, but unlike Wedge Antilles or Luke Skywalker or any other great pilot that's known, Corbin Starlight is one of the few who truly was a rebel pilot in the Rebellion. Known for his attitude and his resourcefulness, Corbin nonetheless has earned a lot of allies and enemies in his career as a snubfighter pilot. This interview was taken near the end of 16 ABY.
You want to hear my story, huh? What if I find it a bit personal for the likes of you? You’re very lucky that you’re catching me on one of my moods that I get after I drink too much. I’m drunk, as you can tell, because today's the anniversery of the Termina Cold War. The only time I ever was shot down. But, you don't want to hear about that, you news-guys always want to hear the entire
frakking story...Sit down. And get me some drinks, I'll need them.
I was born on the planet Teyr, really nice planet. Right, nice. Hardly anyone lived there, it was colonised but hardly anyone lived there where I lived. Way, far-out into the countryside, being taught and having fun with the many creatures that lived near there. My family shared the land with a close friend's parents, so we really had it to ourselves. I never really tried to do anything that was normal for a kid of my father's wealth to do what we did: my mother and father started out poor and made it to the top that way, and they expected me to hold the same roots. Except for my sister, she was crazy. Parent's always gave her everything.
I was never sad, never cold and unforgiving back then. That was before they started to call me the 'Butcher' or 'Reaper' or any frakking name, the man who held all contempt for enemies and kept little friends. Back then, I was but a child, caught up in galactic politics and eventually choosing the winning side. Besides, people said I would of made a great Imperial if I only had a change of heart. I might be cold, but I'm no ruthless cutthroat.
Soon, I began to take lessons in flight around my home, using the old T-16s that were shipped from Tatoonie to fly around the Teyr Rift and the many fields that adorned the countryside. Of course, this once ended badly where I crashed near home, and I was so badly injured they shipped me to the nearest planet that had the facilities to help me. So, I was sent to Malastare where they had a special care unit to help me with my problems. I have two mechanical vertrebrae in my spine because it was so mangled, and in space, they get cold...so frakking cold.
It hurts on sorties, but, what doesn't hurt makes you stronger. And now my spine is supposedly two times as strong as it was before, which is a trade-off I guess for that damn coldness in space...
He paused his story, taking a gulp of the yellow drink in front of him, wincing slightly as his right hand rubbed his neck.
So, you still want to know about my life? I thought I was boring you. I know your type; frak the man and give me the hero. I'll give you the story that made me famous.
I was nineteen when I graduated from advanced basic school, having been set back a year after my accident. That’s when we were full of ideals about democracy, imperialism, the whole works. Naturally, I went to some Rebel-friendly planets and joined the Starfighter Corps, at the behooving of my parents. They were hardcore Republic, and I remember my mother taking in friendly soldiers during the Endor incident after they crashed there. She got a shiny little medal.
He laughed, taking another sip, before he sighed and wiped his lips
So, then I began to fly sorties against the Imperial forces near the eastern half of the Galaxy, assigned to Yellow Squadron on board the MonCal Star cruiser Defender
, and this is where I earned my first kill…
It was tough. You don't kill without emotion when you do it at first, but for me, it was easy. He was an Imperial, one of those baby-killing sons of murglaks. And, after awhile, I buried it. My emotions when I flew became deadened, and usually alcohol keeps them even further down for me.
Don’t give me that look. I've seen more shit in my life out there with my X-Wing and E-Wing then you ever will with that sound recorder in your hand. I've seen my best friends and my worst enemies die horrible deaths out in space; I've seen lovers leave me because I can't keep a relationship. This war frakked me up, but, I'm still here. No more looks, just listen to me.
He drank some more, looking away for a second before he turned his eyes back
So, the Battle of Yavin…I didn’t participate. Like I said, I was part of Yellow Squadron. Not Gold or Red. I wasn’t that good back then anyways, I only had one kill under my belt, and I doubt I would of pulled off anything that Luke did. No one can surpass a one million plus kill record now. But, you want to know about Virgillian, huh?
I earned four more kills after that, earning the title of ‘Ace’ and earning a few rounds at a bar, but my true moment of glory, when I finally earned my callsign, came at the battle of Virgillian 3, a small planet in the Virgillian sector. The Imps found the secret base we had there on one of the asteroids in the Virgillian system, close to Virgillian 3. At the time, we had a General and a experienced X-Wing pilot commander there, so the evacuation we had to pull off had
to had them survive it.
Myself and another pilot, Flight Officer Peryi 'Deadeye' Manzola, were tasked with guarding the convoy because the other pilots were taking out the main TIE squadrons that were heading towards the asteroid. The convoy of ships had to follow around the planet because we wanted to get around the Interdiction spheres the cruisers placed up. But, it was a foolish idea, because they sent a squadron
after me and my wingman and the entire convoy. There was armed transports; we weren't totally unequiped, but there was enough TIE Fighters to give anyone worry.
It was frightening. But I ordered Manzola to stay with me and protect the convoy. We engaged the TIEs, and we surprised them. Two X-Wings and a squadron of TIEs. I had to use all of my flying ability to stay alive, firing off snap shots and rolling and using the armed transports for traps and feigns. Personally, I scored 10 kills and Manzola had 2 before he exploded from a series of TIE fuselage smacking into his craft. The other 4 belonged to a series of transports that I forgot the name. Look it up.
I certainly didn’t expect the Kalidor Crescent for that, especially losing Manzola.
Not even the promotion to Lieutenant.
He shook his head, taking another gulp of his drink before he continued on.
Soon, I just began to coast along after I was assigned to the Freedom
, based in the Pyria system, just flying sortie and bagging one or two kills here and there. Even with all of the Warlords and everything, I managed to actually stay out of major conflicts, and because of me still being alive, they decided to put me into an actual Wing command.
I was to command the 31st Fighter Group's 2nd Wing, 'Spectre' we called it. I was also the commanding officer and Squadron Leader of 3rd Squadron, or 'Green Squadron', an all E-Wing unit that was the best damn squadron in the entire New Republic.
"But, what about Rogue Squadron? They...
They're good at what they do. They're poster boys. Last time I checked, they rotate members out pretty regularly...at least the old one did, I don't know about the new one, but I don't give a frell about any of that crap nowadays. Everything before was going great, and it looked like I would make Admiral...
Until Thrawn. He said, with bile, as he took another sip before he waved at the bartender, motioning for another drink.
Until Thrawn, I think I never held any emotion for Imps. Until Thrawn, they were just people that I killed. Until him, the Empire was just a bunch of fraks who thought they could do it all, but...
He took a sip from the drink the waitress delievered.
I fought at some of the major battles that he was the commander of the Imps. His campaign saw most of my old Rebel friends die. And I mean die. Some of them vaporized, some of them killed, some of them murdered. I lost it after a few close companions were killed.
That led to my alcohol problem, and I began to show up on duty drunker than bantha-piss. It became so bad that not even the fleet's CO could let it slide anymore, especially since he knew me but knowing his responsibilities. I was setting a bad example, but, frak, it hurt. It still hurts.
It hurt enough for me to stand up to Ackbar when he was giving a performance review of the squadron, and I lost my cool when he asked me a question...I can't remember it, but I utterly lost my cool and screamed at him. I embaressed not only him, but my other squadron leaders present at that meeting, and I gave Ackbar the 'bird' in rage, and then I left.
I lost everything. My command, my honor, and respect. And worse, it became public knowledge. I never wore my Dress uniform with my medals on it again; with the PTSD and the drinking, it wasn't me no more. It was Pixy. The man who can weave through laser fire and kill, who can dance among death-dealers.
Is that enough? Do you want to know that I haven't been laid in four years?
No? Good. Now get the frak out of my sight. And don't come around again.
: "Old Dawg" : A fighter pilot who spent most of his life in the Starfighter Corps and has suffered not only the loss of friends but of personal gain and the loss of his own ambitions. That was a death that shut him down socially for years, with only the reunion of his fellow pilot Jack Weiss giving him enough reason to allow himself to be dragged out of the slums of alcoholism.
: When angry, he has a habit of ignoring the person who is talking just to wait until it is appropiate to speak, when he will barrage him with a tirade of his own opinions. To most of his new COs, he's very judgemental, having been in that situation before. He will clench his fists and bite his lip when something is going wrong and he can't do anything about it. He will try his best not to fall in love, after a disatrious last meeting with his now ex, Crew Chief Jem Midanyl. When confronted with his alcoholism, he shows traits of an alcoholic and lies and justifies it. Often has nights where he can't sleep and is afraid to, has trouble relating to people outside of the military or who haven't seen as much combat as he had, and is often regarded even to the other pilots as cold and unfeeling when in the hot seat.
One thing, though, is that no matter what, cooking does calm him to the point of relaxation, since it takes patience and calmness to make a cooking dish. It's a skill that Corbin does well, and enjoys doing.
: With few, but seen, spots of wrinkles casued by age and stress, Corbin Starlight appears fine. He is handsome, but this is let down by his cold demeanor. Often, his hair is either short or cut minutely, but never to the point of being within usual regs. Muscled, due to his fear of being shot down and being weak to continue. He has the smell of alcohol about him, but it varies from low-grade and off-smelling to rich and sweet. He shaves, but to the point of keeping muzzle and not a beard. When off-duty, he maintains an actual selection of nice clothes.
: He hated his mother for many reasons, since she was a rich and spoiled woman who treated her husband with some sort of scorn that Corbin found odd, and quite disgusting. After a number of times being unfaithful, his father finally broke off the marriage and moved to Zeltros. Corbin loves his father more than anything, and respects everything that he says; he served in combat and has the moral and philosopical traits that come with intelligence. He loves his sister as much as his father, and respects the wishes she asks of him.
: Five Hundred Hours, training. One thousand eight hundred, total. [Note: Acculimated over his life time.]
Designation Number: 24-DVI-34E
Entry of Service: Prototype Craft cicra 9 ABY, fulltime craft 12 ABY
Craft History: Nicknamed "Solo Wing", this E-Wing and its accompanying astromech has flown with Corbin on almost every mission he has flown with the venerable pilot. It has lost a wing, and it was replaced. It lost its nose once, but it was replaced once it landed safely, and throughout its history it has killed so many others.
Repairs and Modifications:
[Note by Crew Chief Jem Midanyl]: Alright, hotshot, I added a lot of stuff to it to make it gyro-stabilized, so expect the let in the flight stick to be decreased, as well as tighter turns, but that's it, flyboy! I can't keep taking stuff from the bay and not let anyone notice. You owe me a drink, Corbin. - Jem
Crew Chief's SOA: LIGHTLY MODIFIED
: R7-M4, nicknamed 'Jewel'
: Flight Officer
Highest Position/Rank Achieved
: Wing Commander (With rank of Captain)
(Awarded for his service on Termina. Is worn as a medal around the neck)
(Awarded for service in the Rebellion)
Award for Gallantry Under Fire
(Awarded for performing daring acts under fire and in operations)
(Awarded to Yellow Squadron for its action on Virgillian 3)
Bronze Star embellishment awarded for Green Squadron and their continued deep-strike and recon missions
Pilot’s Distinguished Service
(Awarded for steadfast service to the Starfighter Corps)
(Awarded for his actions for saving two principle commanders and the convoy of civilians and officers at Virgillian 3)
Silver Scimitar embellishment awarded for landing an E-Wing with one wing under heavy fire after a delaying action
Rebel Silver Star
(Awarded for gallantry in action against an Imperial station in a deep-space raid)
New Republic Defense Distinguished Service Medal
(Awarded for exceptionally distinguished performance of duty contributing to the New Republic's Defense)
[Ribbons and Medals, Lower and under the first upper five]
(Awarded to those who earned the title of 'Ace' [Five kills], Rebel era)
(Awarded to those who earned 10 Kills, Rebel era)
(20 Kills, Rebel Era)
(40 Kills and beyond, Rebel Era)
(Awarded to those who have commanded a flight squadron)
Wing Commander Embellishment awarded to Corbin when he was given command of 2nd Wing, 31st Battle Group
Virgillian 3 Training and Combat Forward Base
X-Wing, 132nd Snubfighter Squadron, "Atton's Aces"; Flight Officer, #10
Mon Cal Cruiser Defender
X-Wing, 23rd Snubfighter Squadron, "Yellow Squadron"; Lieutenant, #3
X-Wing, 45th Snubfighter Squadron, "Green Squadron"; Commander, #2
Mon Cal Cruiser Freedom
E-Wing, Reformed Training Wing, 3rd Squadron, "Green"; Commander #1
E-Wing, 3rd Snubfighter Squadron, "Green"; Captain
Commanding Officer, 2nd Combat Wing, "Spectre", Wing Commander
Termina, Faulkner Military Base
E-Wing, New Republic Advisor, Training Commander, Flight Captain "Mobius", #1
Coruscant, Orbital Defense Platform
E-Wing, Joint Fleet Exercises Advisor
Mon Cal Carrier Freedom
E-Wing, 3rd Snubfighter Squadron, "Green"; Captain, #1
Mon Cal Carrier Victory
E-Wing, 1st Snubfighter Squadron, "Gold"; Flight Officer, #12
Mon Cal Cruiser Pandora
X-Wing, 4th Snubfighter Squadron, "Red"; Flight Officer, #12
E-Wing, Womprat Squadron, "Womprat"; Flight Officer, # [DATA CORRUPTION]
Coruscant: Corbin currently is on Coruscant in a pilot's bar. His squadron is on R&R.
: ‘Distinguished Ace’ ; He was primarily infamous during the Rebellion, but when he transfered over to NR Navy, he became less known as other heroes became more famous than he was, but Corbin preferred that. However, his name was blasted across the Galaxy when he committed the infamous 'Ackbar Incident' that left his career in shambles, and his name became known for someone who does something great but ruins it. Some holoshows make references to other people with him, 'Pulling a Starlight' is the popular one. Most often, however, 'pulling a Starlight' is not referenced in the context of greatness ruined, but hitting rockbottom and trudging along it.
: 95, Imperial. 49, Pirate. Total: 144 (UPDATED after the last engagement with the 105th and its allied pirates)
35 TIE Fighters
32 TIE Interceptors
11 TIE Defenders
17 TIE Bombers
24 Skipray Blastboats
10 StarViper Fighters
5 Z-95 Headhunters
1 Interceptor IV Frigate
1) Ungentleman Like Conduct against a Fellow Pilot: Zeltros. Pilot in question intoxicated.
2) Conduct unbecoming of an officer: Freedom. Rude gesture towards Supreme Commander. (Labeled throughout the galaxy as the 'Ackbar Incident')
3) Intoxicated While On Duty: Pandora.
Enemies Across the Galaxy
Group Captain Traven Dunn
: Then Captain Starlight flew against this Imperial when he fought in the Mygeeto Civil War, flying against him and two other pilots. He has a healthy respect for this pilot, having survived longer than most Imperials do in a dogfight with an E-Wing, and with Corbin. He knows this pilot's squadron only by Intelligence reports, but he knows that one of them, most likely Corbin, will die in their next engagement.
: A pilot, known as Zak Uer, that Corbin against and later with during the Termina Cold War, where two sides fought for control of meat and farming communities. Corbin regarded him as a Imperial version of himself: cold, calucating, and not caring much for idiocy, when dealing with someone unknown. He and his later wingman earned much respect for Corbin, as he flew against them muliple times.
: His new squadron commander, Corbin has given him the benefit of a doubt, seeing how much he loves his squadron and how he continues to hold the deaths of comrades to his heart. He himself could never do that, and respects him for that.
: A venerable man who knows what he's doing and isn't an asshole. Corbin likes.
: Doesn't know much yet, but there is respect for her since he saw her flying skills against the pirates and the Imperials in the rescue mission. Also holds respect since she is one of the more experienced jocks in the squad.
: Doesn't know much yet, but there is respect for her since he saw her flying skills against the pirates and the Imperials in the rescue mission.
: Doesn't know much yet, but there is respect for him since he saw his flying skills against the pirates and the Imperials in the rescue mission. However, he knows that he's rather timid.
: Doesn't know much, but knows he has connections that allows him to get contraband items onboard, particularly good tasting alcohol. Corbin likes.
: Practically Corbin's brother. Funny, indecisive, and loves to drink. Corbin relates to him greatly, the two best of friends since they were little kids. Held the position of XO vice Corbin in Green Squadron. Like Corbin, not one of the greats when it comes to relationships.
07/08/09 (Heh!): Fixed up the bio, made it more belivable and understandable and fixed up GPS errors.
07/10/09: I tidied up the bio and made it look better in terms of coding and placement, also with GPS errors.
07/17/09: Fixed up the Posts section
07/26/09: Changed Maggie's description from " her's and her" to "his and him"
08/25/09: Added a skill; "Cooking"
07/02/10: Fixed "42th Snubfighter Squadron" to "126th Snubfighter Squadron", upon reading an old ITP story and realizing that I had forgotten that I had written his squadron down.
Stories I've been Involved With:
INTO THE PAST:
The Mygeeto Cold War
Tomorrow We Fly, Tomorrow They Die
The Demons Borne of the Round Table
Chapter Two: The Lost Fleet Returns
Womprat Squadron: Downtime