Blitzy

Cancelled.

Hoping to whip up a ripperdoc inspired gang medic!

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

Despite the imminent danger of armour-clad stormtroopers rounding the corner at any second and gunning Fibu and his small squad down, the Bith found something oddly comforting about the corridors of this station. Everything was clean and smooth, almost clinical. To some degree it reminded Fibu of his practice back home. All it needed was a bit of greenery and some medical posters on the wall and he would have been tempted to find a quiet side room and set up shop.

“How much further?” The sergeant in Fibu’s squad spoke at last, having ignored most of the idle chatter that had been going on between them for the past ten minutes or so. The station was something of a maze. “Det?” Fibu looked over his shoulder at Detevi, a young Zabrak private. She was jostling with a holomap, rotating it to try and make sense of it and muttering curse words under her breath every few seconds. She was barely an adult, with as smooth a face as Fibu had ever seen and bright, excited blue eyes. A ring of stubby horns circled the crown of her head and faint tattoos accentuated the sharp lines of her face. Her hair was so dark brown that it was almost black, pulled back into a neat bun and contrasting with the pale brown of her skin. Form the look of her, Fibu suspected she had lied about her age when she signed up.

“Uh… not much further, sir. By my reckoning, if we take the next left it should only be a few minutes until we reach the control centre.” The sergeant gave a nod and a grunt as response, adjusting the stock of his rifle into his shoulder and checking it was loaded.

“It’s quiet,” the other private chimed in. His voice was shaky; Fibu could practically smell the fear-induced adrenaline coursing through his system.

“Which means only two things,” Fibu responded. “Either we are walking straight into a trap, or things have gone seriously wrong elsewhere and that’s where all the stormtroopers are.” He paused. “My money is on the first one, knowing my luck.”

“Great. That’s really reassuring, thanks doc.” The male private was obviously dissatisfied with the Bith’s answer. He too adjusted his rifle, his eyes darting from side to side as if the walls were going to open up to reveal hundreds of Imperial soldiers.

“We’ll be fine, private.”

“With all due respect sir, that really doesn’t make me any more relaxed.”

Fibu chuckled to himself. “What’s your name private?” He was older than Detevi, but still a youngster. A duros, with smooth aqua-green skin and fiery orange eyes.

“Malcan, sir.”

“And is this your first mission?”

“It is sir.” His voice was hushed, almost embarrassed.

“What did you do before you joined up with the Moons?” He hoped that if he could take Malcan’s mind away from their current situation the boy might get a few minutes of mental peace before they were all potentially shot to bits.

“I worked on my dad’s freighter. Just loading and unloading. Nothing exciting.”

“I bet you’ve seen some incredible places.”

Malcan shrugged. “A lot of planets look the same under the Empire. Grey, industrial, lifeless.” Fibu nodded his agreement.
“Silence. This is it.” The sergeant cut through the conversation. They had already rounded the corner and walked on a few minutes, and now they faced an enormous grey blast door. “Malcan, open the door. “Det, Fibu, on me.” The three stacked up. He wasn’t sure if the sergeant was aware that Fibu would never pull his trigger, but if not, he was in for a nasty shock. “On my signal, Malcan.” There were a few seconds of tense silence. Everyone looked nervously at each other, lined up with rifles pointed directly at the door. “Now!”

With a hiss, the doors slid aside and made way for Fibu’s team to enter. They were met by a squad of startled engineers, clad in grey uniforms and not a single blaster between them. “Don’t shoot!” Fibu shouted. The whole squad turned and looked at him. “They’re unarmed.” The sergeant glanced back at the engineers, then fixed his gaze on Fibu.

“Bind them, take their commlinks and anything else on them and lock them in the supply closet at the back.” Fibu audibly released the tension in his stomach with a loud sigh. He took his earplugs out, now safe from the prospect of imminent blaster fire.
“Malcan, get those doors sealed and make sure they can only be opened either from the inside or with enough firepower to sink a star destroyer. Det, help Fibu bind the Imps.” Fibu and Detevi went soldier to soldier, stripping them of their commlinks, any pouches on their belts or anything that could possibly be used to construct an escape. Using whatever they could find, mainly the engineer’s own belts, they bound their wrists tight behind their back and ushered them into the empty storage cupboard. Detevi shot the internal door controls as the doors shut, ensuring their safe capture.
“Prisoners secure, sir,” said Fibu.

“Good. Malcan, try to raise anyone else on the comms. See what we can do to help out from here. Detevi, Fibu, get on the consoles and try to work out what’s what. If we can control the Imperial defences from here, we might be able to save a lot of our guys.”
Fibu took his seat, finding himself gazing at power distribution readouts and camera screens. He uttered a silent prayer under his breath, hoping everyone else had found things just as simple and his skills weren’t being wasted sat in a chair at a console.

𝖨𝖬𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖫 𝖮𝖣𝖸𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖸

@Famotill safe to say, sir, you and your wonderful worldbuilding has my attention. The question is, do I dust off Ralorin or go from scratch...

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

Fibu

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Fibu doubted he would ever really feel ready for a battle. There was something so surreal about loading into a shuttle, surrounded by men and women armed to the teeth and ready to kill. And then there was Fibu, bulbous eyes flitting around the interior of the shuttle and nothing but a blaster pistol for protection, scanning the faces of the men and women who were about to risk everything for the Scarlett Moons. Most of them were so young. Fibu said a silent prayer for them all; with any luck he would not be a busy man on this mission. There was a lot going on around him. Major Thel was talking to command on the comms and the soldiers around him were muttering to one another nervously.

Fibu remained focused on the task at hand, rummaging through his pack to make sure for the umpteenth time that he hadn't left any valuable equipment back on the Evergreen. As expected, and just like the last six times he'd checked, he had everything he thought he would need. Fibu jolted out of the trance he'd fallen into as the shuttle locked into place on the underside of the Crown. All of a sudden a hush fell over the troops. There was a faint hiss as the fusion cutters built into the shuttle sliced an entryway into the hull of the station for them to breach through. Everything went silent. An airlock sealed. A moment's pause as a scan checked for Imperial troops on the other side...

And then a piercing scream. The first unfortunate soldier through quickly discovered that the shuttle had docked upside-down, and had just fallen vertically on his head. "Get him up and back in the shuttle, Corporal D'orel." The gears were already turning in Fibu's head, and by the time Major Thel shouted her orders at him the Bith medic was already halfway across the shuttle. He dismounted more carefully than the first soldier had, landing softly next to the man. He was young, a Sullustan with the crest of a private sewn messily onto the shoulder of his uniform. It could have even been his first mission for all Fibu knew.

Fibu clicked a small green control on his wrist, and within seconds a small circular droid was circling the casualty. F1-X was scanning the boy as he lay there screaming, trying to determine the source of the problem. Fibu collected the man's blaster rifle and passed it to another nearby soldier. "Listen to me, listen." He spoke softly to the screaming Sullustan, who now had a vice grip on his uniform while he shouted incoherently about his pain and his spine. "Listen." The Sullustan stopped screaming for just long enough for Fibu to actually get a word in. He checked the readout on his wrist for a scan of the young private's body.

"You've damaged several discs in the upper half of your spine." The man began to sob. "It's nothing we can't fix back at base. I'm going to give you something for the pain. If you don't like needles I suggest you look the other way." Fibu retrieved a small capsule from a pouch in his belt and attached it to a hydraulic syringe, pressing it to the man's arm. The pain seemed to subside almost immediately. Fibu went about wrapping the man's midriff in a fast-hardening plastic cast to stop him from squirming and potentially causing irreparable damage in the process. "I'm going to leave this syringe here with another shot of Ceramol and a few Symoxin tabs. If the pain comes back hard, get someone to put the Ceramol straight into a vein. If it's more bearable, the Symoxin will do."

Fibu rose to his feet. F1-X was still floating around in small circles running diagnostics, but at the press of a button landed gently back into Fibu's outstretched hand. He clipped the droid to his belt with a sharp click. Two soldiers moved closer ready to move the private, who seemed to be calming down at last. The sound of blaster fire made Fibu spin where he stood, fearing the worst. Instead, he saw a row of Scarlett Moon troops holding raised blasters with smoking barrels, and a parallel row of fallen Imperials. "Alright, looks like everyone's in one piece, for now." Thel was starting to give out orders.

Fibu strode over and checked the Imperial corpses for a pulse. Nothing. "Lieutenant Tye, stay here with the shuttles." Thel was addressing a tall Togruta with remarkable coloured lekku. "The rest of you, split into five squads. One for the databanks, one for the power plant, one for crew quarters, one lock down the escape pods and the last one to take the command deck. And I need one of you with me to the docking bay."

“I’ll head out with you, Major, if you’ll have me. Those other shuttles probably found more heat than us and could use a flanking manoeuvre to take off some of the heat.” It was the human who replied first.

"I am going to the Station's bridge. Nine of you will join me." NED, one of the lieutenants, was going to take a little under half of their forces on their mission. Sensible; the bridge was likely to be heavily guarded.

"With your permission, I will lead a squad to the crew quarters. We will hunt these Imperials in their dens, and ensure they cannot mobilize against us." A lanky Trandoshan with a deformed arm volunteered next. Fibu was only just starting to notice quite how interesting his brothers and sisters in arms were.

Fibu felt he may as well jump in. "I'll go to the power plant and disable the defences." He motioned to three other soldiers, one of whom he had passed the Sullustan's rifle to earlier. He took the rifle back; four people with rifles was more likely to force a surrender than three. The four of them gathered up and checked their weapons. Fibu double checked his medical supplies one last time.

On the way out he stopped by Lieutenant Tye. "The Sullustan on the shuttle. I gave him painkillers. If he starts screaming again, inject them into his arm and it'll keep him quiet for a bit longer." He wasn't really sure how he was meant to address her. He saluted awkwardly before heading off with the three other troops, wondering exactly what the Crown would have in store for them.

The Last Embers (No longer accepting characters)

I am so so down for this.

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

Fibu D'orel

	Fibu D'orel 1.66m | 70kg | 28 | Bith Homeworld: Clak'dor VII Rank and Position: Corporal Callsign: Buzzer

Profile

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Appearance

Fibu’s glassy black eyes and pale domed head are a welcome sight to many a soldier lying wounded on the field of battle. Standing a shade under five-and-a-half feet tall, the Bith medic is wiry in his build and has smooth peachy-pink skin as yet unmarked by either time or battle. He has prominent features by Bith standards, with three well-defined skin flaps beneath both eyes that both form his upper jaw and hide extremely sensitive olfactory organs. The long ridges above his eyes trail back up the sides of his rounded cranium, meeting in a downwards point in the centre of his face and creating an appearance similar to that of a human furrowing their brow.

Fibu dresses in no particular preference when it comes to his attire and cares very little for his appearance in this regard. He often opts for well-fitted clothes that hug his frame for practicality reasons; he feels these weigh him down less, make him appear a smaller and less obvious target and don’t get in the way when attempting delicate battlefield surgeries. Normally he will be dressed in neutral colours like black or brown simply due to availability but has been known to throw together a few garish colours simply due to not being fussy and these being the ones no one else wanted. Oddly enough, Fibu is pedantic about choosing clothes that sound right. While he can deal well with battlefield noise thanks to a pair of noise-dampening earplugs, the sound of one’s own movement is incessant and unavoidable and as such Fibu is careful to choose an outfit that he doesn’t find annoying to listen to when he is running.

Background

Like all Bith, Fibu was born as a result of a Computer Mating Service on the Bith homeworld of Clak’dor VII, or simply Bith to most. His father was Tholu D’orel, a lesser-known Bith politician, member of the Bith Government Assembly and advocate for galactic disarmament that regularly ran for a place representing the Bith in the Galactic Senate and regularly failed. A failure he claimed was no fault of his own despite his less than charming personality. Fibu’s mother was Rhimne D’orel, a fertility technician on Clak’dor VII who worked for the same CMS that spawned Fibu. Due to the natural atrophy of the Bith reproductive organs fertility practitioners were often important and well-respected members of Bith society. Fibu’s parents were actually bought together by a computer analysis match rather than any sort of previous courtship, which is common among the Bith, but stayed together happily with their son after his conception and successful gestation.

As a result of his parents’ affluence Fibu came from a happy, supportive home and had a comfortable upbringing. Born in the planetary Capitol of Weogar, Fibu and his family moved out of the city to Buerhoz when he was five years of age, a city much less sprawling and metropolitan although cramped all the same, as was the way of the enclosed Bith cities. Rhimne was able to continue her practices in their new home, while his father Tholu was often away for weeks at a time on official government business in the capital. Fibu never cared much for either city, finding that living so close together felt almost suffocating, and taking any and every opportunity to get out of the cities that he could.

Fibu excelled in a classroom setting, but rather than favouring technological savviness like many of his kind he found his calling more towards his mother’s practices, excelling in studies of xenobiology and biotechnology. It was also in school, while just a boy of 14, that Fibu met the love of his life, Haalia Thono. School years were happy years for Fibu, who found himself in his element, enjoying his studies and happy with his mate Haalia. Unlike many Bith, Fibu and Haalia opted to be together out of affection for one another rather than because a computer system insisted on it.

At 16 years of age, Tholu pulled some strings for Fibu. He was gifted, intelligent and dedicated to his studies, now a young adult and ready to truly strike out and make something of himself. Using government connections Fibu enrolled Tholu in the Lunis-Medix Medical Academy on Dzass IV in the Outer Rim, a prestigious and well-regarded medical school. The news was bittersweet; he would spend five years off-world and away from Haalia, studying what he loved in the hope of a long and successful career following his graduation.

Fibu and Haalia exchanged communications every day, meeting up whenever their lives would allow it and visiting each other frequently. Fibu eventually graduated from Linus-Medix Medical Academy at the age of 21, qualified as a doctor with aptitudes in surgery and diverse xenophysiology. Although there was not technically a marriage of two individuals of the Bith species, Haalia and Fibu swore to each other to be life-mates and have been together ever since. 6 years ago, at the age of 22, Fibu and Haalia finally moved out of the cramped urban environment of Clak’dor VII, going wherever work took Fibu in the Outer Rim. Eventually they settled on Taspir in the Dynali Sector, where Fibu was able to establish a practice and act as a doctor and surgeon to the planet’s people and earning himself repute and good regard in the process.

Things changed in recent years. The Empire's grip became evermore strangling, choking the life out of Fibu's home. The Rebel Alliance swelled, and resistance movements sprung up to fight against the oppressive regime that had overtaken the Galaxy. Like the rest of the Bith, Fibu saw his loyalty as to the Empire, and despite questioning it every day when he saw the was aliens were treated by Imperials, Fibu imply kept his head down and continued with his daily life, trying to secure himself and Haalia a happy life and future together.

And then, four years ago, the Battle of Yavin changed the course of the Rebellion. The Empire had been dealt a grievous blow and like ravenous sharks, the various resistance cells across the Galaxy swarmed to the blood in the water. The Empire became more aggressive than ever, tightening its grip on the systems it controlled in an effort to maintain its position. Numerous times Fibu was approached by a budding resistance group named the Scarlett Moons to act as a physician and doctor to their troops, but each time Fibu refused for fear of the repercussions and the potential to place his mate in danger.

Word spread among the Bith spread across the galaxy that the cities of Clak'dor VII were to be sealed during these times of strife, offering a safe haven for the Bith people to flock to and hide themselves away in safety while the Galaxy resolved its issues. 6 months ago, after Haalia's begging finally broke Fibu down, the pair returned to Clak'dor VII. At Fibu's insistence the pair got in contact with Rhimne and set about the artificial mating process, which was successful and left Haalia expecting their first child together. Fibu did this deliberately; he had no intention of settling in to weather the storm while millions suffered. Just days before the Battle of Endor and once he was sure the gestation process would be successful, Fibu left Haalia in his mother's care and used his father's connections to get himself smuggled back to Taspir.

When the recruitment officers came knocking this time, Fibu did not hesitate. Hearing of the Empire's defeat Fibu enlisted with the Scarlett Moons, hoping to be part of the movement that twisted the knife in the Empire's heart and freed the galaxy of their brutality and oppression. Even if it cost his own life, Fibu would provide a safer future for Haalia and his child.

Outlook and Motivation

Fibu is at his core a peaceful being, as are many of his people. Even in the face of extreme danger, Fibu is far more likely to accept his fate than he ever would be to draw a weapon. However, he refuses to believe that the best thing the Bith people can do is seal themselves away in their cities and wait out the storm. Sometimes war is the only way to peace; regrettably this appears to be the case in the fight to overthrow the cruel and corrupt Galactic Empire that the Bith so loyally used their knowledge and skills to serve, falling hook, line and sinker to Emperor Palpatine’s delusions of lasting peace and prosperity. It is apparent now that all Palpatine created was a brutal and xenophobic regime.

Fibu witnessed terrible things on the world of Taspir under Imperial rule. Non-human citizens were degraded, and many were enslaved. Those that weren’t were treated like a slave anyway, without the freedom to choose for themselves. Fibu was himself forced to lend his services to the Empire, lest blasted stormtroopers lay waste to his home and destroy everything he had worked so hard to build. Out of fear for Haalia’s safety more so than his own, Fibu complied, a decision he regrets to this day. He was forbidden from practicing on certain species under threat of execution and was regularly forced to stand by and watch people suffer at the hands of Imperial soldiers as they dragged innocents from their homes and shot them without mercy, as easily as one may slaughter livestock.

So, with great reluctance, Fibu has joined up with the ranks of the Scarlet Moons to put his skills to use in creating a safer galaxy for everyone and most importantly, a safer home for his mate and child to return to. Although his own peaceful ethos prevents him from taking up arms himself, Fibu instead does all he can to save the lives of the brave men and women who do march into battle and risk their lives for a better future, seeing them as heroes and himself not as one of them. No longer will Fibu stand idly by and watch as those that stand up to the evil that threatens to consume them lose their lives for their bravery.

Capabilities

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Characteristics

Primary: Intellect

Secondary: Willpower

Language(s)

Bith

Durese

Galactic Basic

Skills and Connections

Medical Expertise: Fibu is a highly trained medical practitioner, capable of carrying out an array of both routine and emergency procedures on various life forms. He is calm and collected in high pressure situations, methodical and precise, and always maintains his equipment and hygiene to an almost unnecessarily high level of cleanliness. Combat situations limit his abilities somewhat; he finds most of the work he does in the field involves makeshift fixes to wounds and stabilising a casualty. His work does not stop off the field of battle; Fibu regularly provides medical advice, assists his squadmates with smaller issues and conducts surgeries and procedures when required.

Musical "Talent": the dexterity of the Bith lends itself well to playing instruments and in this regard Fibu follows suit. He stills keeps a Fanfar and a Fizzz on his person and finds that, even though he is not the most talented, it is a good way of keeping morale up. Nothing brings a squad together like all having something to complain about - even if it is Fibu's dreadful Fanfar solos.

Connections to Bith Government: Fibu's father Tholu was a Bith politician. While he was never particularly powerful or influential, through his father Fibu does have a few connections and friends in high places. Unfortunately, most don't hold any sway outside of the Government Assembly of Clak'dor VII.

Flaws

Pacifist: An admirable trait, but not for a soldier. The Bith by nature and teaching are a pacifist people and Fibu's father especially was an advocate for galactic disarmament. As such Fibu has never really held a blaster and certainly never fired one. While Fibu is adept at what he does, his nature creates a great amount of distrust towards him with his fellow squaddies as, even if he was watching your back, his extreme reluctance to draw a weapon means he would hardly be able to do anything about it were his squad mate in genuine danger.

Sensitive: Fibu is deeply caring and most definitely a family man. It creates problems especially in his line of work; he takes every loss on the battlefield as a personal failure in his own duties, which can often leave him dejected and frustrated with himself. He also does not take kindly to extreme criticism, and will become easily enraged if anything negative is said about his family. Noise is another trigger when he cannot control it - extremely loud or unnecessary irritating noises can certainly sour Fibu's mood.

Obsessive: When Fibu fixates on a goal or task he often does so to the detriment of others. In his line of work, he often wastes time trying to heal a lost cause, and in the process wastes both valuable supplies and time that should have been spent on treating someone else. It all feeds further into his sensitivity; the more he tried, the harder the loss hits and eventually everything spirals out of his control. Too long spent trying to heal one only for them and several others to die as a result can be catastrophic for Fibu's mental state.

Accomplishments and Crimes

Graduate of Linus-Medix Medical Academy

Proud owner and player of a Fizzz and Fanfar

Decorated medical practitioner and surgeon

Inventory

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Credits and Valuables

Approximately 200 Credits

Further 200 Credits stashed for emergencies

Photograph of Fibu with Haalia on Taspir

Childhood photograph of Fibu with Tholu and Rhimne on Clak'dor VII

Clothing and Jewelry

Various sturdy clothing items in an array of neutral and not-so-neutral colours, all pleasant sounding

Well-worn black boots

Light anti-blaster chest plate

Tools and Weapons

DH-17 Blaster Pistol, seldom drawn and barely fired

Field breathing regulator

Mediprobe droid named F1-X fitted with vital signs scanners, provides rapid analysis of a casualty to aid in delivery of treatment

Microsonic vibration injector

PFG-700 Serum Synthesizer (not carried into combat due to its size and value).

Wrist-mounted tissue analyser

Pulmonary resuscitation kit

Access to various medical and surgical implements at base for performing procedures.

Consumables

Bacta patches, spray and two bacta grenades

Disinfectant spray

Skin-gloves

Bio-cap for stemming severed limbs

Biocast for broken bones

Heat closure pack for cauterising wounds

Universal plasma stabilization serum (intravenous)

Shock cloth for treating shock

Various drugs such as chemical stims and painkillers

Rations for two in case of a need to share

Water

Bags and Containers

Leather belt with assorted pouches

Blaster pistol holster

Heavy duty backpack

Medical pack

Misc

Noise-dampening earplugs

Delta wave inducer to help others sleep when needed

Keys to Fibu and Haalia's home on Taspir

Keys to Fibu's medical practice on Taspir

Dorenian Beshniquel and Fanfar

The Red Hoods: Rebirth IC

Definitely interested, looks awesome!

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@Gcold should be just about finished now.

Fibu D'orel

	Fibu D'orel 1.66m | 70kg | 28 | Bith Homeworld: Clak'dor VII Rank and Position: Corporal Callsign: Buzzer

Profile

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Appearance

Fibu’s glassy black eyes and pale domed head are a welcome sight to many a soldier lying wounded on the field of battle. Standing a shade under five-and-a-half feet tall, the Bith medic is wiry in his build and has smooth peachy-pink skin as yet unmarked by either time or battle. He has prominent features by Bith standards, with three well-defined skin flaps beneath both eyes that both form his upper jaw and hide extremely sensitive olfactory organs. The long ridges above his eyes trail back up the sides of his rounded cranium, meeting in a downwards point in the centre of his face and creating an appearance similar to that of a human furrowing their brow.

Fibu dresses in no particular preference when it comes to his attire and cares very little for his appearance in this regard. He often opts for well-fitted clothes that hug his frame for practicality reasons; he feels these weigh him down less, make him appear a smaller and less obvious target and don’t get in the way when attempting delicate battlefield surgeries. Normally he will be dressed in neutral colours like black or brown simply due to availability but has been known to throw together a few garish colours simply due to not being fussy and these being the ones no one else wanted. Oddly enough, Fibu is pedantic about choosing clothes that sound right. While he can deal well with battlefield noise thanks to a pair of noise-dampening earplugs, the sound of one’s own movement is incessant and unavoidable and as such Fibu is careful to choose an outfit that he doesn’t find annoying to listen to when he is running.

Background

Like all Bith, Fibu was born as a result of a Computer Mating Service on the Bith homeworld of Clak’dor VII, or simply Bith to most. His father was Tholu D’orel, a lesser-known Bith politician, member of the Bith Government Assembly and advocate for galactic disarmament that regularly ran for a place representing the Bith in the Galactic Senate and regularly failed. A failure he claimed was no fault of his own despite his less than charming personality. Fibu’s mother was Rhimne D’orel, a fertility technician on Clak’dor VII who worked for the same CMS that spawned Fibu. Due to the natural atrophy of the Bith reproductive organs fertility practitioners were often important and well-respected members of Bith society. Fibu’s parents were actually bought together by a computer analysis match rather than any sort of previous courtship, which is common among the Bith, but stayed together happily with their son after his conception and successful gestation.

As a result of his parents’ affluence Fibu came from a happy, supportive home and had a comfortable upbringing. Born in the planetary Capitol of Weogar, Fibu and his family moved out of the city to Buerhoz when he was five years of age, a city much less sprawling and metropolitan although cramped all the same, as was the way of the enclosed Bith cities. Rhimne was able to continue her practices in their new home, while his father Tholu was often away for weeks at a time on official government business in the capital. Fibu never cared much for either city, finding that living so close together felt almost suffocating, and taking any and every opportunity to get out of the cities that he could.

Fibu excelled in a classroom setting, but rather than favouring technological savviness like many of his kind he found his calling more towards his mother’s practices, excelling in studies of xenobiology and biotechnology. It was also in school, while just a boy of 14, that Fibu met the love of his life, Haalia Thono. School years were happy years for Fibu, who found himself in his element, enjoying his studies and happy with his mate Haalia. Unlike many Bith, Fibu and Haalia opted to be together out of affection for one another rather than because a computer system insisted on it.

At 16 years of age, Tholu pulled some strings for Fibu. He was gifted, intelligent and dedicated to his studies, now a young adult and ready to truly strike out and make something of himself. Using government connections Fibu enrolled Tholu in the Lunis-Medix Medical Academy on Dzass IV in the Outer Rim, a prestigious and well-regarded medical school. The news was bittersweet; he would spend five years off-world and away from Haalia, studying what he loved in the hope of a long and successful career following his graduation.

Fibu and Haalia exchanged communications every day, meeting up whenever their lives would allow it and visiting each other frequently. Fibu eventually graduated from Linus-Medix Medical Academy at the age of 21, qualified as a doctor with aptitudes in surgery and diverse xenophysiology. Although there was not technically a marriage of two individuals of the Bith species, Haalia and Fibu swore to each other to be life-mates and have been together ever since. 6 years ago, at the age of 22, Fibu and Haalia finally moved out of the cramped urban environment of Clak’dor VII, going wherever work took Fibu in the Outer Rim. Eventually they settled on Taspir in the Dynali Sector, where Fibu was able to establish a practice and act as a doctor and surgeon to the planet’s people and earning himself repute and good regard in the process.

Things changed in recent years. The Empire's grip became evermore strangling, choking the life out of Fibu's home. The Rebel Alliance swelled, and resistance movements sprung up to fight against the oppressive regime that had overtaken the Galaxy. Like the rest of the Bith, Fibu saw his loyalty as to the Empire, and despite questioning it every day when he saw the was aliens were treated by Imperials, Fibu imply kept his head down and continued with his daily life, trying to secure himself and Haalia a happy life and future together.

And then, four years ago, the Battle of Yavin changed the course of the Rebellion. The Empire had been dealt a grievous blow and like ravenous sharks, the various resistance cells across the Galaxy swarmed to the blood in the water. The Empire became more aggressive than ever, tightening its grip on the systems it controlled in an effort to maintain its position. Numerous times Fibu was approached by a budding resistance group named the Scarlett Moons to act as a physician and doctor to their troops, but each time Fibu refused for fear of the repercussions and the potential to place his mate in danger.

Word spread among the Bith spread across the galaxy that the cities of Clak'dor VII were to be sealed during these times of strife, offering a safe haven for the Bith people to flock to and hide themselves away in safety while the Galaxy resolved its issues. 6 months ago, after Haalia's begging finally broke Fibu down, the pair returned to Clak'dor VII. At Fibu's insistence the pair got in contact with Rhimne and set about the artificial mating process, which was successful and left Haalia expecting their first child together. Fibu did this deliberately; he had no intention of settling in to weather the storm while millions suffered. Just days before the Battle of Endor and once he was sure the gestation process would be successful, Fibu left Haalia in his mother's care and used his father's connections to get himself smuggled back to Taspir.

When the recruitment officers came knocking this time, Fibu did not hesitate. Hearing of the Empire's defeat Fibu enlisted with the Scarlett Moons, hoping to be part of the movement that twisted the knife in the Empire's heart and freed the galaxy of their brutality and oppression. Even if it cost his own life, Fibu would provide a safer future for Haalia and his child.

Outlook and Motivation

Fibu is at his core a peaceful being, as are many of his people. Even in the face of extreme danger, Fibu is far more likely to accept his fate than he ever would be to draw a weapon. However, he refuses to believe that the best thing the Bith people can do is seal themselves away in their cities and wait out the storm. Sometimes war is the only way to peace; regrettably this appears to be the case in the fight to overthrow the cruel and corrupt Galactic Empire that the Bith so loyally used their knowledge and skills to serve, falling hook, line and sinker to Emperor Palpatine’s delusions of lasting peace and prosperity. It is apparent now that all Palpatine created was a brutal and xenophobic regime.

Fibu witnessed terrible things on the world of Taspir under Imperial rule. Non-human citizens were degraded, and many were enslaved. Those that weren’t were treated like a slave anyway, without the freedom to choose for themselves. Fibu was himself forced to lend his services to the Empire, lest blasted stormtroopers lay waste to his home and destroy everything he had worked so hard to build. Out of fear for Haalia’s safety more so than his own, Fibu complied, a decision he regrets to this day. He was forbidden from practicing on certain species under threat of execution and was regularly forced to stand by and watch people suffer at the hands of Imperial soldiers as they dragged innocents from their homes and shot them without mercy, as easily as one may slaughter livestock.

So, with great reluctance, Fibu has joined up with the ranks of the Scarlet Moons to put his skills to use in creating a safer galaxy for everyone and most importantly, a safer home for his mate and child to return to. Although his own peaceful ethos prevents him from taking up arms himself, Fibu instead does all he can to save the lives of the brave men and women who do march into battle and risk their lives for a better future, seeing them as heroes and himself not as one of them. No longer will Fibu stand idly by and watch as those that stand up to the evil that threatens to consume them lose their lives for their bravery.

Capabilities

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Characteristics

Primary: Intellect

Secondary: Willpower

Language(s)

Bith

Durese

Galactic Basic

Skills and Connections

Medical Expertise: Fibu is a highly trained medical practitioner, capable of carrying out an array of both routine and emergency procedures on various life forms. He is calm and collected in high pressure situations, methodical and precise, and always maintains his equipment and hygiene to an almost unnecessarily high level of cleanliness. Combat situations limit his abilities somewhat; he finds most of the work he does in the field involves makeshift fixes to wounds and stabilising a casualty. His work does not stop off the field of battle; Fibu regularly provides medical advice, assists his squadmates with smaller issues and conducts surgeries and procedures when required.

Musical "Talent": the dexterity of the Bith lends itself well to playing instruments and in this regard Fibu follows suit. He stills keeps a Fanfar and a Fizzz on his person and finds that, even though he is not the most talented, it is a good way of keeping morale up. Nothing brings a squad together like all having something to complain about - even if it is Fibu's dreadful Fanfar solos.

Connections to Bith Government: Fibu's father Tholu was a Bith politician. While he was never particularly powerful or influential, through his father Fibu does have a few connections and friends in high places. Unfortunately, most don't hold any sway outside of the Government Assembly of Clak'dor VII.

Flaws

Pacifist: An admirable trait, but not for a soldier. The Bith by nature and teaching are a pacifist people and Fibu's father especially was an advocate for galactic disarmament. As such Fibu has never really held a blaster and certainly never fired one. While Fibu is adept at what he does, his nature creates a great amount of distrust towards him with his fellow squaddies as, even if he was watching your back, his extreme reluctance to draw a weapon means he would hardly be able to do anything about it were his squad mate in genuine danger.

Sensitive: Fibu is deeply caring and most definitely a family man. It creates problems especially in his line of work; he takes every loss on the battlefield as a personal failure in his own duties, which can often leave him dejected and frustrated with himself. He also does not take kindly to extreme criticism, and will become easily enraged if anything negative is said about his family. Noise is another trigger when he cannot control it - extremely loud or unnecessary irritating noises can certainly sour Fibu's mood.

Obsessive: When Fibu fixates on a goal or task he often does so to the detriment of others. In his line of work, he often wastes time trying to heal a lost cause, and in the process wastes both valuable supplies and time that should have been spent on treating someone else. It all feeds further into his sensitivity; the more he tried, the harder the loss hits and eventually everything spirals out of his control. Too long spent trying to heal one only for them and several others to die as a result can be catastrophic for Fibu's mental state.

Accomplishments and Crimes

Graduate of Linus-Medix Medical Academy

Proud owner and player of a Fizzz and Fanfar

Decorated medical practitioner and surgeon

Inventory

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Credits and Valuables

Approximately 200 Credits

Further 200 Credits stashed for emergencies

Photograph of Fibu with Haalia on Taspir

Childhood photograph of Fibu with Tholu and Rhimne on Clak'dor VII

Clothing and Jewelry

Various sturdy clothing items in an array of neutral and not-so-neutral colours, all pleasant sounding

Well-worn black boots

Light anti-blaster chest plate

Tools and Weapons

DH-17 Blaster Pistol, seldom drawn and barely fired

Field breathing regulator

Mediprobe droid named F1-X fitted with vital signs scanners, provides rapid analysis of a casualty to aid in delivery of treatment

Microsonic vibration injector

PFG-700 Serum Synthesizer (not carried into combat due to its size and value).

Wrist-mounted tissue analyser

Pulmonary resuscitation kit

Access to various medical and surgical implements at base for performing procedures.

Consumables

Bacta patches, spray and two bacta grenades

Disinfectant spray

Skin-gloves

Bio-cap for stemming severed limbs

Biocast for broken bones

Heat closure pack for cauterising wounds

Universal plasma stabilization serum (intravenous)

Shock cloth for treating shock

Various drugs such as chemical stims and painkillers

Rations for two in case of a need to share

Water

Bags and Containers

Leather belt with assorted pouches

Blaster pistol holster

Heavy duty backpack

Medical pack

Misc

Noise-dampening earplugs

Delta wave inducer to help others sleep when needed

Keys to Fibu and Haalia's home on Taspir

Keys to Fibu's medical practice on Taspir

Dorenian Beshniquel and Fanfar

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

And I'm seeing a bit of Desmond Doss in him

@Gcold

Won't even try to hide it, I knew I wanted to do a medic but was struggling for an idea I really liked and then happened to watch Hacksaw Ridge again. Fibu is basically Spacedoss. I'll pad out his motivations a bit more when I get home this evening!

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@Gcold Filled out the rest of my sheet, call it a first draft. I shall await your feedback eagerly.