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Name: Corwin Mal
Faction: Freelance
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Weight: 167 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blue
Skin: White
Credits: 1000
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo on left shoulder, looks to be a unit insignia, depicting Epsilon wing.
Dominate Hand: Right
Force Sensitive: No.
Strength: Corwin posesses an average strength
Dexterity: Corwin has amazing reflexes in a ship, but otherwise is somewhat ..aloof.
Constitution: Corwin is in average health.
Intelligence: Corwin is smart, but nothing extraordinary
Wisdom: Shows a fair bit of wisdom, more that he meticulousley plans everything he does.
Charisma: Farily low. Corwin is a loner by nature, and opens up to few.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Extraordinary Pilot
+ Great Navigator
+ Extremely Loyal
- Authority Issues (doesn't like to be bossed around.)
- Undecisive
Ship:
The Endless
A little over one hundred of these ships where made by the Angelus Corporation. Designed as an extremely heavy fighter and
a cheaper alternative to heavy bombers and large transport ships, the Corsair is a one-of a kind ship. Built roughly one-hundred years ago, the ship developed a reputation of being extremely durable, it's a common running joke that the ships will outlive all sentient beings in the galaxy. Built for reliabilty as well as dependability, this instrument of war is equipped with prototype technology that has yet to be matched today. In several key area's the ship still outclasses many of today's ships. First, all Corsair's are equiped with Aegis Shields. This shielding is a self-restoring Level six class shield. This poweful shield is normally used on much larger dropships. The difference is that these larger ships sacrifice weaponry to power the shield. The shield can withstand six minutes of small fighter fire. It can also deflect a single battleship class turret shot. After this it will however burn out.
Designed by an unknown sentient race, the shields use an immense amount of power, so much so that an experimental reactor had to be built. The reactor is based off of the current design that personal shuttles use, although it is unknown how Angelus Corp. came across these plans. The reactor, on its own can easily power an entire apartment complex. All of this power is put to use on the Corsair. Angelus Corp, decided that even shielding wouldn't be enough for the craft. The hull was built using state of the art materials. The titanium alloy was then laced with nanoveins. These veins send information up to the astrodroid, allowing for all damages to be assesed and dealt with in a timely manner.
Equipped with 8 laser turrets a factory grade Corsair is something to behold. These ships are known far and wide, and only a few remain today. This particular ship is an upgraded variant on the beloved corsair. A droid compartment sits up top, the ship can quickley dispatch an astrodroid to commence repairs.. This ability, plus a charging pulse beam, are custom additions to the ship, as well as a custom engine that is designed to support the final feature of this fighter, lightspeed travel. The ship is extremely heavy despite it's small size (its the size of a large transport.) and normally isn't allowed to land planet side due to its immense density.
This heavy fighter is worth billions, and despite being sought out by collectors and pilots alike, belong to one man. Naming the rare ship, The Endless, Corwin Mal has tamed this beast.
{ Class - Corsair }
{ Crew - Pilot + 2 Passengers }
{ Weaponry - 8 Laser turrets/ 1 Pulse Beam}
{ Hull - Titanium Aroxide Alloy. }
{ Shields - Aegis class shielding }
{ Engine - Mark IV Halycon class Engine }
{ Reactor - Polyfusion Reactor }
{ Special - Replenishing Shields. }
Astrodroid Stats:
This rare astrodroid is huge, and rarely leaves the ship, it is made specifically for repairs, and sits in the custom droid seat. It is currently unknown why Corwin named the droid Famine.
Personality:
Corwin Mal is an extremely timid person, he rarely speaks, and doesnt like to interfere in anybody's business. He is very quiet, and tends to be extremely polite, he doesn't act tough, but cusses quite frequently.
Sometimes, when I stare at the panels and blinking lights long enough, I start to believe I did the right thing.
[Black box recording.... Data Retrieved.]
-Luna 6th, 2200 Hours:
*voices can be heard, a male voice and a feminine voice. The male voice is speaking...*
"Well, I guess it all started back on Osirus. You see, my father and mother hated Nar-Shadaa. They always talked about leaving, and finally when I was ten years old they got their wish. They agreed to participate in a colonization attempt of one of the Ithica moons. The corporation that was starting the colonization gave them a ship, it was a small shuttle really, but we still managed to pack all of our belongings and leave the apartment. The three of us sat in the back of a ship filled with four other families. The shuttle was packed, I remember not being able to breathe at some points because we where afraid we would use up all of the shuttle's air. During these times we all put on air masks and waited about an hour to save oxygen. The journey lasted six months. I remember talking with the only other person my age, a young girl named Emma. She had red locks of hair and pale skin, she was alone and had no parents aboard the ship. My father explained to me that she was the daughter of a disgraced military commander. I found myself fascinated by her, and spent most of the journey bugging her. She was a fiesty one and caused no end of torment for me in return. At one point I remember breaking into my father's alcohol cabinet with her. We got into one of his bottles of Black Hole. We caught hell for it for the rest of the week. That was a fun time, an innocent time....."
* A pause, a small clinking of glass can be heard, followed by what sounds like liquid being poured. The next thing heard is a swallowing followed by a sigh. Then the female speaks.*
"So did you live on the colony?"
*The male laughs.*
"No, no... you see...the air, food, water, these where our only concerns. I guess Pirates never occured to us. It was roughly one week before our arrival on the moon. They hailed us from about six kilometers back, acting like they where survivors on a ship with no life support. We thought we had just passed over them, but that didn't make sense, we should have seen them. I guess, I guess it didn't start until we understood. We tried to close the door's just as they came aboard, they where weilding blaster pistols. I...I remember my father grabbing me and hurling me into the ship's lifepod. I screamed and ran back out, and went looking for Emma. I found her hiding in a cubbard. We ran back and found my mother and father prepping the pod. The pirates where in a shootout with another survivor in a hallway near the ship's kitchen. We...we left the others, the pod jettisoned perfectly, and carried us torwards the nearest planet. Geonosis... I don't remember much of the trip, but at one point my father was too tired to keep flying, he told me to steer, just to steer the pod, make sure the navigational arrows aligned themselves correctly. I flew for the first time. I was ten. Words can't describe what I felt. The stars...the black...space. I couldn't shut up, and Emma laughed at my babbling and went to sleep.
*The sound of swallowing is heard.*
"I... me and Emma, and my father survived. My mother died in the crash. My father led us down into a small canyon, so we could avoid the Geonosians. We spent two days hiding. My father journeyed back for food, and we ate well on the third day. We spent a week in that canyon. It wasn't until we started to make our way farther south that we stumbled upon another shuttle, this one was in perfect condition, and it looked like it was camoflouged. Not questioning our good luck we took it and escaped that planet...."
*The female voice is heard again.*
"So who's shuttle was it?"
*A sigh is heard.*
"It belonged to a sith strike team. We where picked up by an Imperial stealth ship. They thought we where the sith escaping, when they found out the truth.... we.. we where imprisioned and sent to Old Cestus to work the mines.... My father made a living as a miner, and Emma and I grew up. We both where granted freedom, but my father had to stay working in the mines. He died several years later from the Black Lung. I joined the Imperial Navy. As a cadet I signed up to be a pilot. Emma became a Sith Apprentice. Those where strange times. I remember attending the Yule Ball, its this big ball held in a big field, you take your shoes off and dance to a folk band, with candles as the only source of light. No teachers or adults allowed...just a bunch of teenage cadets. I invited Emma to be my date...I remember the two of us making love under the starlight.....
*The woman laughs this time.*
"Corwin Mal, You are such a timid dork, your too romantic. What happened with your career? You certainly arn't working for the sith now."
*Swallowing is heard.*
"I...I was the best in my class, the best pilot. I could navigate with out a star chart. I could fly a shuttle through a minefield. I didn't need training thrusters. Simulator's still have my name in the top ten. I was assigned to The Ackavir a sith cruiser. Working as a fighter pilot I lived and slept with Epsilon wing, thats what the tattoo on my shoulder is about. On my first mission I escorted the ship to Naboo. We where to escort a shuttle that was going to pick up a Sith strike team that had been dispatched to take out an old Jedi...
*The voice becomes choked up.*
"...the Jedi...the Sith....Emma and her master were killed. I remember watching from the skies has their bodies were loaded onto the shuttle.... I left the sith, a deserter in my own ship."
[A picture recovered with the black box.]
- Korin 19th, 0900 Hours:
*A shuffling can be heard then several shouts.*
"C'mon you, I swear to the gods that I will shoot you if you even so much as attempt to hit a switch."
*The male voice from earlier is heard.*
" ...what do you want?"
*Laughter.*
"I want to know how a pathetic drifter such as you came onto a ship like this, a Corsair for Kilnsakes! Who did you kill?"
"I..I didn't kill anybody, I found it."
*The second man laughs.*
"Horseshit."
"No, really its true! I found her in the Sea of Souls."
*The second man is heard again.. this time he seems in awe.*
"The sea of souls...but no ship larger then a shuttle has ever made it through that twenty kilometer wide minefield..."
"I was in an escape pod, I spent two weeks searching through the various wrecks, I found her in good shape, apparently she hit an EMP discharge anamoly and her owner, a trandoshan, suffocated when the life-support went out..."
*Suddenly several blaster shots are heard, and then silence.*
- Toomas, 30th 0100 Hours:
*A loud crash is heard, followed by a curse.*
"Damn ship, stupid Ion Coil just had to give out, now I'm stuck searching the engine room for an extra...previous owner must of had spare parts....."
*More crashing is heard.*
"Bah! Why I oughta- WOA!"
*Another loud crash.*
"Woa, what is this compartment?"
*A gurgling is heard, followed by a hiss, and then, a deep, deep voice is heard.*
"We. We are one. We are...the many. Discord, Violence, these are not our ways. They belong to...the ...individuals. Individuality, a blight upon our perfection. We have died, this....flesh...belongs to our last words. The discord, the violence, these things have...stopped. May our unity stay pure. We lived, we where ...enslaved. Captured. Forced to...build...this...metal...cage It housed our abominations, held shut the jaws of our rage. Find our planet, help our riches. The queen awaits. So does..the ...reward. Do not fear little one, for we will not hurt you. The assim...a...la...tion. Is not complete. Do not ...fear."
*Another hiss is heard. Then silence*
- Milardo, 2nd 1300 Hours:
* The male voice is heard again, this time the voice's timidness and smoothness come out as he sings. *
"Pretend its not forever
Ill pull myself together
Ill say that ill forget her
Ill breathe
And ill say she never hurt me
And look at it as learning
And laugh about the good and the bad
Because I will live forever
We don’t belong together
I know ill feel better
One day when I can make it through"
*A soft sobbing is heard. Then a fit of coughing. Then several small explosions. There are no more recordings after this.*
RP’s:
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