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Callsign Nickname Position Duties
Corsair Leader Syntax Squadron OC
Corsair 2 Unassigned    
Corsair 3 Unassigned    
Corsair 4 Unassigned    
Corsair 5 Unassigned    
Corsair 6 Lock   News Officer
Corsair 7 Knight    
Corsair 8 Unassigned    
Corsair 9 Unassigned    
Corsair 10 Wolf    
Corsair 11 Unassigned    
Corsair 12 Unassigned    

Squadron Spacecraft

Corsair flies the A-Wing and X-Wing, depending on mission requirements.

  • 12 Dodonna/Blissex RZ-1 A-Wing Starfighters
  • 6 Incom T-65 A2 X-Wing Starfighters


Halls of Honor
  • Click here to see the honours awarded to members of the CRS Vigilant.









LT COL 9-LOM "Syntax" (modified Industrial Automaton LOM protocol droid)

Officer Commanding Corsair Squadron

AiTOD Campaign Ribbon with Silver Cluster

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; [classified].
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Liberty.

Technical Specialty Infiltration
Combat Specialty Capital Ship Assault
Side Arm Modified DXR-6 disruptor rifle and Czerka AM-125 machine pistol
Favourite Beverage Hot Oil
Physical Description Masculine Programming Height: 1.67m
Plating: Matte black Sensor color: Grey


First activated on Kuat, unit 9-LOM.D5.L11.D84, colloquially known as 9-LOM, was the property of a wealthy heiress and her husband and served as their protocol droid and administrative assistant during the height of the Republic. However, it did not take long for the programming glitches which plagued other LOM-series protocol droids, such as infamous bounty hunter 4-LOM, to manifest themselves in 9-LOM as well.

9-LOM found himself compelled to disobey orders as well as lie for personal gain, leaving his owners' residence at odd hours and pursuing side work as an information broker, low-level spy, and go-between for the local criminal element operating in the vicinity of his owners' residence. After amassing a decent number of credits, 9-LOM opted to surreptitiously buy his own starship - a DeepWater-class light freighter - and abandoned his former owners.

After striking out on his own, 9-LOM partnered with the astromech unit R3-T7, nicknamed "Hero"; the pair began making a name for themselves as droids-for-hire, with 9-LOM commonly acting as a bodyguard, courier, spy, and information broker. With the outbreak of the Clone Wars, 9-LOM chose to continue supporting the Republic, although this led to him experiencing firsthand the prejudice against droids which the Clone Wars manifested. Nevertheless, he participated behind-the-scenes as an espionage and infiltration specialist, briefly crossing paths with notable faces on both sides of the conflict.

When the Clone Wars ending and the Galactic Empire was formed, 9-LOM and Hero mostly found themselves back where they'd started, making credits doing odd jobs on the fringes of Imperial space. No friend of the Empire's totalitarian regime, 9-LOM regularly took contracts from the fledgling Rebel Alliance until he was ultimately compelled to join the Rebellion proper after an escort mission for a Rebel spy on Barkhesh.

After joining the Rebellion 9-LOM was assigned to the Infiltrators where he served with distinction, including operations on Fest and Idomar, and was outfitted with an array of internal equipment and upgrades. He was ultimately assigned to the Rebel base on Hoth, where he began to demonstrate his piloting aptitude by flying occasional sorties in snowspeeders and X-wings. While he did not participate in the ground battle on Hoth, 9-LOM did fly an X-wing in some of the evacuation efforts. Following the battle, 9-LOM transferred to the Starfighter Corps on a permanent basis as a member of Corsair Squadron, occupying the slot of Corsair Four. He eventually advanced into the esteemed ranks of Rogue Squadron, before being promoted to Corsair CO.

9-LOM appears at first glance to be a matte black, unmodified LOM-series protocol droid with grey photoreceptors, and while he features all of the linguistic and ettiquite capabilities of a stock model, his chassis houses numerous enhancements such as upgraded servomotors, a short range repulsor in his left palm, electromagnets in his right palm and feet, a code slicer in his right middle finger, and a hold-out blaster in a retracting holster in his right thigh. 9-LOM's weapon of choice is a Czerka AM-125 repeating slugthrower, which features a rotating cartridge that allows for multiple types of ammunition. 9-LOM is still partnered with his astromech Hero, who serves as his copilot/navigator when flying astromech-enabled craft.

9-LOM exudes a quiet menace and can seem intimidating despite his short statue due to his unreadable features and the historic instability of his model, although much of this is a facade. He bears no resentment towards organic beings despite the common prejudices against droids, and secretly seeks to prove his worth. This need to subvert droid expectations occasionally pushes him to take unnecessary, but calculated, risks.

AiTOD Campaign Medal with Silver Cluster









Captain Roy 'Lock' Callahan

Corsair 6

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty Covert Operations, Petty Crime
Combat Specialty Commando, Pararescue/Extraction
Side Arm Blastech DH-306 BlastRevolver
Favorite Beverage The local brew
Physical Description 187 cm; athletic build; white hair, brown eyes; 30 year old human male from Corellia


Born on Corellia to a middle income family, Roy's early childhood was uneventful for the most part. His parents worked for one of the largest shipyards on the planet and Corellia was mostly unaffected by the Clone Wars. After the Clone Wars, however, the Empire imposed its presence on the planet and bought out the shipyards Roy's parents worked at. What was a middle class family soon became a low income household, and they soon found themselves evicted from their home. In his early teens Roy fell in with a bad crowd and started stealing speeder bikes. When he was eventually caught by Imperial authorities, he was given the choice between a one way ticket to Kessel or joining the Imperial Academy.

He did well in the Academy, getting high marks, and was finally interested in higher education, having his eyes on a career in Archaeology, before he was recruited into Imperial Flight School. It was here that he received his call sign, Lock, for being so hardheaded and single minded at times, like a missle that was locked on. At the age of nineteen he graduated as a TIE Fighter pilot.

After bouncing from unit to unit for a few tours of duty, Lock eventually found himself recruited into Imperial Commando Extraction Squadron, or ICE Squadron, a specialized airborne commando unit specializing on sneaking behind enemy lines and extracting Imperial assets. Though he excelled in this field, Lock began to see more and more of the darker side of the Empire and things he was ordered to do didn't sit well with him… but what was he supposed to do? Go back to the neighborhood he'd grown up in in Corellia? Become a smuggler? He managed to stick it out a little while longer until he met her.

She was an Imperial Agent who had gone through so many modifications that she had forgotten who she really was. Though brainwashed to serve the Emperor, she was becoming increasingly unhappy with what she saw and attempted suicide--only to be saved by Lock. A small romance blossomed between the two and eventually they formulated a plan to get away from the Empire. For the purpose of this, Lock made contact with a Rebel Agent who promised to help in exchange for their help--he needed Lock to plant a bomb in the Command center. Lock struggled with this but she did not; she simply did what had to be done and amidst the carnage, they were smuggled out by the Agent.

Over the next year, they went from planet to planet as fugitives. Somehow the Empire continued tracking them down, over and over, until she realized that they were tracking her hardware. Letting herself get caught, she once again used a bomb to free Lock from the clutches of the Empire. Devastated, Lock turned to heavy drinking.

It wasn't long before the Rebellion found him and he discovered a way to get back at the Empire. He started out in a Y-Wing Squadron, where he met his good friend Dirr “Jet” Sol, a fellow Corellian. After a fairly disastrous mission in which only he and Jet survived, Lock was reassigned to Rainworld, a hidden rebel starfighter training base, where he met Frosty, a future close friend, and Gremlin, a future protege. Jet would return, informing him that the Rebels had decided to form a Squadron out of the Cadets and Jet wanted Lock to be his XO. Bantha Squadron's first mission was a disaster, where Jet himself was killed. The remaining pilots would be transferred into the newly minted Red Squadron under the command of a mandalorian mercenary named Flash.

Battle after battle would decimate Red over and over again, but slowly it forged battle hardened pilots. Red found itself receiving members from the Rancors, an elite Commando unit, and cross training began. The Reds eventually became a force to be reckoned with and for nearly four years Lock lead them into battle though to the loose organization of the Rebellion, and the clandestine nature of Red's activities, they were most and unsung, anonymous group of fighters and rarely received any sort of acclamaides or recognition--which is why Lock never rose above the rank of Brevet Captain (or in his words, a glorified Lieutenant--enough clout to order around other Lieutenants but still have to shut his mouth around real Captains). In any case, it wasn't a very big deal to him and his pilots wouldn't give a damn how many pips were on his collar anyways.

Shortly before the Battle of Endor, Red was disbanded and divided into Wedge's Red and Lando's Gold Squadrons. Though they proved their worth in the Battle, Starfighter Command decided to reallocate resources into Renegade Wing, where Lock found his new home.










Knight on the observation deck
1st Lieutenant John "Knight" Vorwald

Corsair 7

Renegade Wing Defense Ribbon Regular Service Ribbon with Crimson Pip AiTOD Campaign Ribbon with Bronze Star

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty Navigation
Combat Specialty Sniper
Side Arm Blastech E-11 rifle with scope
Favorite Beverage Hyacinth, or the Green Death
Physical Description Human male, Age: 20 standard, brown eyes


Born on a small farming planet in the outer rim, Knight grew up as normal as anyone else. His parents were farmers just like the other ninety percent of the population. When he was fifteen his parents bought him an old worn-out Y-wing on his birthday. He began to offer his piloting services for escort duty for the very frequent grain convoys that left the system for the core. With the possibility of pirates lurking in the shadows, he quickly earned enough to make the old fighter quite deadly. On every return he would be hired to protect another convoy.

About a year later, while on escort trip, he returned home to find the Empire punishing the populace over nothing more than an odd stare. Knight was too far out and was able to do little. By the time he did reach the battle, the star destroyer was speeding away into hyperspace. When he returned planetside, he found everything in ruins. Many of his friends and family were gone. Then he vowed, just like many others to make sure the Empire or anyone else could never do this again. And just like many others, he quickly joined the Rebel Alliance.

Knight flew a few missions before the Battle of Yavin. He was at Yavin but was floating in a bacta tank from injures sustained from a previous mission. Call it luck but he says he would have rather have had a chance at the Death Star. He stayed alive for the next three years, fighting off ambushes, hunger, and the ever lurking presence of death that followed everyone in the rebellion, to arrive at Hoth. He flew cover for transports fleeing the cold world. Leaving Hoth behind Knight survived another year, to join Corsair squadron.


AiTOD Campaign Medal with Bronze Star









Lieutenant Myke "Wolf" Krenn

Corsair 10

Squadron Citation

Currently assigned to Renegade Wing; Recon/Interception.
Attached to Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, Vigilant.

Technical Specialty Medic
Combat Specialty Reconnaissance
Side Arm X-30 "Lancer" Blaster Pistol
Favorite Beverage Caf
Physical Description 178 cm, athletic build, dark brown hair, brown eyes, 22 year old human male from Sluis Van


Myke never meant to go to war. He grew up working with his father, who ran a medical clinic in the factory sector of Sluis Van. Tending to the well-being of workers of all species, Myke and his father saw the suffering under the Empire first hand. Violence, however, was against everything they stood for, so they helped those who could not help themselves. His father always hoped he'd go to a fancy off-world medical school, and saved what little credits they could, but it would never be enough. The cost of the clinic grew higher every year, and what little the Krenn family saved was often spent on supplies.

Myke's first piloting experience came very early, flying rescue speeders into the mines to retrieve wounded workers. He enjoyed the flying and took to it naturally. He was often able to take his craft deeper into the dark, vast tunnels and factory shafts that others shied from. The Imperial overseer was impressed and offered him a chance to go to the Imperial Flight Academy, promising credits and supplies to the clinic if he did well. His father refused, his ethics against violence too at odds with the reality of joining the Academy. Myke, however, saw it as a chance to help his father, help the people of Sluis Van, and see the galaxy. He agreed to the overseer in private and left in the middle of the night.

The Academy turned out to be an eye-opening experience. Rules, structure, and discipline often warred with Myke's sense of independence and desire to help others. Being forced to leave other cadets to their doom in order to complete a mission didn't sit well with him. Still, his desire to help his father's clinic propelled him forward. He found out through letters that the overseer made good on his promises. When he excelled, the clinic was flush with new supplies, but his father refused to use them. Arguments over the holonet turned into weeks of silence. When that silence abruptly ended with an urgent call for him to abandon the Academy and return home, quickly, he began to pack. Flying was a dream, but his father was his family.

He never made it further than the door to his room. Imperial Intelligence Agents detained him and for two days he was interrogated about his father. Accusations were made of collusion with the terrorist 'rebel alliance.' That his medical supplies were being smuggled off world to rebel cells rather than his own clinic. Myke protested his innocence and that his father was set up. His father's last call to him was shown as evidence and Myke found himself removed from the Academy and transported on an Imperial prison ship, bound for Kessel. When the ship came under attack en route, Myke's medical training proved useful in saving the life of another prisoner. That prisoner happened to be a Rebel agent, and the attack was an attempt to free him. When the rebel rescuers flooded aboard, the agent made sure Myke was brought along.

It was just after the Battle of Hoth when Myke made his way to the Rebel Alliance aboard the Liberty. He was placed in Yellow Squadron once his aptitude with the A-wing was made apparent. His medical expertise made him ideal for a mobile recon unit, and his tendency to stalk and destroy his foes before they spotted him earned him the callsign 'Wolf.' He served with distinction in the Battle of Endor, where he aided in the destruction of the Imperial Comm Ship, Pride of Tarlandia. Following the battle, he was reassigned to Renegade Wing with the surviving members of Yellow Squadron under their new name of Corsair. His father's whereabouts are still unknown, something that Myke aims to fix.