Ahh, Andrest Russon, where would the outer rim worlds be without you? For was it not you who was drunk enough to hop in your Starfighter and challenge the pirate factions of void space with little more than a bottle of whiskey and an extra pair of dry-cleaned underpants? Was it not you who was hailed as a hero for the almost impossible fluke of survival, then got caught too deep in your own web of lies to ever set the truth straight? Was it not you who mistook an alien self-destruct device for a soda machine and defeated the enemy tribes of Lockhead IV single handedly with the resulting explosion?
Oh, was it not you who brought peace to the dwindling outer colonies, with your contrived tales of heroism spread among your enemies, your unnatural aptitude for the most bizarre of luck and your clandestine stupidity?
But don't worry, Andrest; Deep down, there's an ace pilot in you somewhere!