Sundown

Biography

Sundown was born in 5 BBY, in the lower levels of Coruscant, not the seedy underworld you see in holo-dramas, but far enough down that the sunlight barely reached and the politics of the galaxy always seemed like someone else's problem. His old man worked in a minor Imperial official pushing reports and data, while his mother kept the household afloat. His older brother went the safe route and got into finance with a local Imperial banking authority.

That safety didn’t last long however.

As the Empire fell and the New Republic took hold, the city changed around him, banners came down, patrols stopped, and violence flared up in places it never used to. As a child, Sundown watched the fall happen in real time, and something in him soured which he never really got over.

By the age of 16 he’d dropped out of school, frustrated by arguments, politics, and what felt like a galaxy gone soft. Two years later, in 13 ABY, he left Coruscant altogether. Corellia was the first stop on his journeys where he met a crew of scrappy traders and got a crash course in living off the grid. Over the next few years, he flew old freighters across the Mid and Outer Rim, dealing in just about anything with a profit margin — antiques, supplies, sometimes weapons, sometimes less-than-legal stuff. He kept his head down, played sabacc well enough, and stayed alive.

Eventually, that wasn’t enough. During a tense customs stop near the Minos Cluster, Sundown’s ship was pulled out of hyperspace by an Emperor’s Hammer patrol. Instead of running or bluffing his way out, he hailed them directly and asked to enlist.

They said yes.

Character

Sundown keeps to himself. He’s not rude, exactly — just quiet, serious, and not particularly interested in small talk. A lot of people call him moody. That’s probably a fair assessment of his character to be true.

He’s not one of those true-believer types who quotes the Emperor’s speeches or dreams of ruling from a throne.

For Sundown, the Empire meant structure, order, and competence, three things the New Republic never delivered. He doesn’t want medals or ceremony. He wants a clean cockpit, clear orders, and a reason to pull the trigger.

That said, he’s not just a mindless soldier. He reads a lot of holobooks mostly old archives and military histories. Years of trading taught him how to read people, and he doesn’t give out trust easily. But when he’s on your wing, he’s rock solid. You won’t find him running unless the ship’s exploding.

TIE Corps Service Record

Sundown joined the TIE Corps in early 2025, fresh off a background check and a short stint at the Aurora Training Facility. After qualifying in basic flight and tactical sims, he was posted to Alpha Squadron, Flight Two, aboard the ISDII Hammer.

He’s still relatively new to the Corps but has made a name for himself as a steady and capable pilot. His scores in flight drills have drawn quiet praise, especially for missile loadout runs and long-range engagements. Not the loudest in the room, but definitely someone to keep an eye on — the kind of pilot who speaks with actions and always finishes what he starts.

Personal Fighter

As part of Alpha Squadron, Sundown’s main ride is the Spectre Advanced Missile Boat, but if you ask him what he likes flying, he’ll point to the TIE Defender — “fast, lethal, and over-engineered in the best way.” He keeps an old Z-95 Headhunter docked in one of the auxiliary hangars, it’s a relic from his trader days. It’s a beat-up, patched-together thing with more scars than polish, but it flies. Technically not regulation, but no one’s complained about it. Yet.