[h1]Fibu[/h1][hr]
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 [i]Evergreen.[/i] 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.