The roar of engines fills the air as Corki’s custom-built aircraft slices through the skies above Bandle City. His goggles glint in the sunlight, his scarf trailing behind him like a streak of defiance against the wind. Below him, the rolling hills and dense forests of his homeland stretch endlessly, but Corki’s eyes are fixed on the horizon. Somewhere out there lies adventure—and danger. For Corki, the thrill of flight is inseparable from the risks it entails.
Long before the League of Legends, before the summoners bound his essence to the Rift, Corki was a yordle with a dream—a dream that set him apart from his peers. While most yordles were content with tinkering in workshops or exploring the cozy comforts of Bandle City, Corki yearned for something greater. He wanted to soar—to break free from the confines of the ground and touch the heavens themselves.
His fascination with flight began during his childhood. Growing up in Bandle City, Corki was surrounded by innovation. The yordles were renowned for their ingenuity, their inventions ranging from whimsical gadgets to groundbreaking technologies. But while others focused on practical applications, Corki was drawn to the skies. He would spend hours lying on his back, staring at the clouds and imagining what it would be like to fly among them.
His parents indulged his curiosity, gifting him books on aerodynamics and mechanics. By the time he was ten, Corki had built his first prototype—a rudimentary glider made from scrap wood and fabric. It crashed spectacularly on its maiden voyage, leaving him bruised but undeterred. “Every failure is just another step closer to success,” he told himself, brushing off the dirt and starting over.
As he grew older, Corki’s passion for aviation only intensified. He joined the Bandle City Flight Academy, an institution dedicated to advancing yordle aviation technology. There, he met other like-minded individuals, including Teemo, the Swift Scout, who shared his love for exploration. Together, they pushed the boundaries of what was possible, designing aircraft that could achieve unprecedented speeds and altitudes.
Teemo became Corki’s closest friend and occasional rival. While Corki focused on mastering the mechanics of flight, Teemo excelled at navigation and reconnaissance. Their partnership was a perfect balance, each complementing the other’s strengths. Yet their differing approaches often led to playful disagreements.
“You’re too reckless,” Teemo would say, shaking his head as Corki performed yet another daring maneuver.
“And you’re too cautious,” Corki would retort, grinning as he pulled out of a steep dive. “Sometimes you’ve got to take risks to see what’s out there.”
Despite their differences, they trusted each other implicitly. Together, they mapped uncharted territories, discovering hidden valleys and forgotten ruins. Each expedition brought new challenges, but also new triumphs.
It was during one such mission that Corki encountered Urgot, the Chem-Baron turned monstrosity. At the time, Urgot was a rising power in Zaun, his experiments with alchemical warfare making him both feared and reviled. Corki and Teemo had been sent to investigate reports of strange activity near the outskirts of Zaun, unaware of the danger they were walking into.
Their plane was ambushed by Urgot’s forces, forced to make an emergency landing in hostile territory. Separated from Teemo, Corki found himself face-to-face with Urgot himself. The chem-baron’s grotesque form loomed over him, his voice a guttural growl.
“You dare trespass in my domain?” Urgot sneered, raising a weapon bristling with chemical canisters.
Corki didn’t hesitate. With quick thinking and sheer audacity, he used his surroundings to his advantage, rigging a makeshift explosive from scraps of his damaged aircraft. The resulting blast created enough confusion for him to escape, reuniting with Teemo and narrowly avoiding capture.
The encounter left a lasting impression on Corki. It reinforced his belief that preparation and ingenuity were key to survival, but it also deepened his resolve to protect his homeland. If someone like Urgot could pose such a threat, then Bandle City needed defenders capable of meeting that challenge head-on.
Corki’s reputation as a skilled pilot and fearless adventurer continued to grow. He became known as the Daring Bombardier, a title earned through countless missions that tested his courage and resourcefulness. His aircraft—affectionately nicknamed The Screaming Yordle —became a symbol of hope and resilience, its sleek design and advanced weaponry unmatched by any other in yordle aviation.
But not everyone appreciated Corki’s exploits. Tristana, the Yordle Gunner, viewed his antics with a mix of admiration and exasperation. Like Corki, Tristana was driven by a desire to protect Bandle City, but her approach was far more disciplined. She believed in strategy and precision, whereas Corki thrived on improvisation and instinct.
“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days,” Tristana warned him after one particularly reckless mission.
“Maybe,” Corki replied with a grin. “But what’s life without a little risk?”
Despite their differences, Tristana respected Corki’s dedication and bravery. They often worked together, their complementary skills making them a formidable team. Whether defending Bandle City from invaders or exploring treacherous terrain, they relied on each other to get the job done.
The League of Legends offered Corki a new stage—a battlefield where he could showcase his skills and push the limits of his aircraft. On the Rift, he faced opponents who challenged him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Some, like Kled, the Cantankerous Cavalier, relied on brute force and unpredictability, their tactics chaotic but effective. Others, like Viktor, the Machine Herald, wielded technology with a precision that rivaled Corki’s own expertise.
But no opponent tested Corki quite like Rumble, the Mechanized Menace. Rumble was another yordle inventor, his creations fueled by equal parts brilliance and resentment. Where Corki saw invention as a means of exploration and protection, Rumble viewed it as a tool for vengeance and dominance. Their clashes were intense, each determined to prove the superiority of their respective philosophies.
“You’re all flash and no substance,” Rumble taunted during one heated exchange, his mech stomping forward with menacing intent.
“And you’re all anger and no vision,” Corki shot back, his aircraft unleashing a barrage of missiles. “Let’s see how far that gets you.”
Their battles often ended in stalemates, neither able to fully overcome the other. Yet despite their rivalry, there was a mutual respect between them—a recognition of the passion and skill that drove them both.
Back in Bandle City, Corki continued to push the boundaries of aviation, constantly refining his aircraft and developing new technologies. He collaborated with other inventors, sharing knowledge and ideas in pursuit of greater achievements. His work inspired a new generation of yordles, many of whom aspired to follow in his footsteps.
Yet Corki never lost sight of his primary goal: protecting his homeland. He knew that the world beyond Bandle City was fraught with dangers, from the chemical wastelands of Zaun to the shadowy underbelly of Noxus. Each mission brought new challenges, but also new opportunities to learn and adapt.
In quiet moments, Corki reflects on the nature of his journey. He has faced countless adversaries, survived numerous close calls, and achieved feats that once seemed impossible. Yet he knows that there is always more to discover, more to explore. The skies are vast, their mysteries endless.
He climbs into the cockpit of The Screaming Yordle , running his hands over the controls with practiced ease. The engine roars to life, a symphony of power and potential. Below him, the familiar landscape of Bandle City stretches out, a reminder of all he fights to protect.
Adventure awaits.
One flight at a time.