Ficcabin

Ficcabin nodded at the first question the tree gave to him. He was indeed seeking the Jedi, to learn from them about their beliefs. Their traditions. He didn't say it was for a theory he was creating, since that would probably confuse the tree and the others around him (he had found that most non-Givin didn't fully appreciate his goal), but he was sure that he could communicate that he was a student first and a student last. He wasn't sure why, but this tree being intrigued him. Something drew Ficcabin to him. It wasn't just curiosity, though that in part did influence him. It was similar to that feeling when the ship crashed. The definite presence of a fleeting serenity that he had felt in the highest moment of tension. However here it was more of a yearning feeling of restlessness, not one of peace in a time of trouble. A thirst and hunger that needed to be supplied. So you aren't a Jedi, but you are a... apprentice? Ficcabin translated, making sure he got the sentences correct. Training to be a guardian of balance? Interesting. Balance like a math equation, where all things must equal out? For if exactly two and exactly two exist on one side, the other must exist with the sum or difference of four, neither more nor less. Is this what you mean? Ficcabin couldn't help but wonder if this 'balance' the tree being spoke of was a part of the Jedi's tradition or just his own. It did ring with Ficcabin's personal beliefs dealing with mathematics if nothing else. After all, all sides of the equation balanced out, did they not? Sure they may be rearranged differently or separated out in some form that is almost unrecognizable, but in the end, 2+2=8-4. The offer took the small scientist by surprise, pleasantly so. If this apprentice was offering to allow Ficcabin to take part and observe a training session, Ficcabin eagerly accepted, though he wondered what involved in the construction of a lightsaber. As Ficcabin followed the tree being, his thoughts momentarily went back to his learning days back on Yag'Dhul. Those were the days when numerous scholars, scientists and philosophers beat the secrets of the universe into his head. Ways of thinking were studied over and over again, searching for new ideas to implore. And the mathematics had been constantly tested with each idea. Still, his thoughts turned to the more philosophical teachings. While Ficcabin failed to notice the tree's dislike of the confines of space, he instead remembered some of the questions he never fully answered. The sum of the universe, the absolute value of an individual, the largest digit that could exist in one person....all of these floated about. Ficcabin wondered if this was to be like those lessons, the ones he never fully understood. Observing that the tree decided to leave the bunk open, Ficcabin took to it and sat on it cross-legged. He looked around the room briefly, appreciating the near perfect cube shape it was, and then returned his focus on the tree. The force like me....would I like to learn the ways of the Force...like the Jedi? The question confused Ficcabin. Didn't he already know what force was? Heck, Givin children under the maturity age knew what force was. Force...mass multiplied by acceleration. Was this a trick question? Ways of the Force. He had said 'The Force', not just force. Obviously it was a name for something greater then just the mathematical term. At least he hoped so; otherwise this entire adventure was for nothing. Ficcabin realized he had been silent for what felt like too long. He shook his skeletal head from mathematical thoughts. Um, well yes, I guess I would. But I must ask, what is the Force?

Ficcabin, still in his startled and nervous state, nearly leaped in fright at the touch on his shoulder. He turned and was entirely surprised to find My goodness, a tree! A giant wooden... Ficcabin stopped himself, trying not to be rude and trying to hide his surprise. It wasn't everyday one was on an icy planet and found a talking tree. It must have been with the Jedi. The Jedi are seeking me? Ficcabin tried to translate the way the tree spoke to him. Ficcabin gave a nervous laugh No no, that must be impossible, the Jedi couldn't be seeking me since I only just arrived....unless Master Vos sent you to find me? Ficcabin’s spirits rose for a moment at the idea that the Jedi wanted him, followed by a brief moment of despair with the idea that perhaps the Jedi weren’t happy about his ship nearly crashing into the ruins. Ficcabin looked the tree being over, curious about the individual. Then he noticed there were other beings (Sandy, possibly Kel) and he straightened up. He turned back to the tree like individual. My apologies, I must be terribly rude. My name is Ficcabin Yule. I recently.... Ficcabin tried to find an alternative word to crashing. His nervousness was palpable. had to make a sudden landing after some complications involving an explosive device. I'm a sort of scientist philosopher and I came here...well to return this in hopes to learn from the Jedi. I assume you are a Jedi, like master Vos? Ficcabin held out the small coin, the emblem shining in the light of the cold world. He hoped this would lend some credibility to his story and that these individuals didn’t think of him as some common thief or worse, arsonist.

Ficcabin chuckled to himself at the Jedi's last comment, not because he thought it was funny, but because he frankly had no idea how to react to such a comment. Was the Jedi serious? No more likely being jovial. But, that wink would've indicated something more serious, from what Ficcabin knew about human cultures. What did he mean by that? Look into a mirror? How....odd. Surely he was joking. I mean, I'm a scientific philosopher, so maybe we think similarly. Jedi are philosophers, right? Ficcabin asked out loud to nobody there. The ship creaked in response, still cooling down from the crash. Yes yes, that must be it. We, the Jedi and I, are of the same breed. Philosophers. Yes, that's it. But even saying this out loud didn't make him surer of the fact. If anything, it made him less sure. Ficcabin shook his head and stood up suddenly. No matter! That is not what needs to be discussed. What I must figure out is whether or not to abandon my ship to go to theirs, or to take my ship back for immediate repairs. The small Givin began to pace around, muttering to himself. As he did, his fingers tapped the back of his neck, keeping track of the numbers he was quickly approximating for the entire situation. This is a rare opportunity to encounter multiple Jedi. Given that I met one who claims he 'saved' me (Ficcabin doubted this at the moment), and that typical humanoids travel in the average of groups of 5-9 if I remember correctly, so I must put this at 700 units. That makes sense right? Right. However, if i go over there, i would be placing my ship at risk of being left behind if i choose to follow the Jedi, and since it is my only source of income and a little personal to me, I must place this at a negative of 585, though the damage adds a 38 Ficcabin stopped, tapping the back of his neck. Also, there is the fact that those droids may not like that I am a superior calculator to them. Their hostility was quite concerning and I'd be placing myself at risk with them. That would be a negative of 47, times the two of them... More tapping and more numbers added and more numbers subtracted. It also could be a trap. Ficcabin paused, hating this thought. He had no idea how protective of their secrets the Jedi were. If they were as secretive as he feared, they may kill the Givin the moment he entered their ship. That would be a negative 150 for the risk. Which currently puts the total at... no wait, I must be missing something.... But he wasn't. Ficcabin racked his brain for anything to make the idea of going to the Jedi's ship more appeasable and sensible, mathematically or otherwise. But he could find nothing. And yet, this feeling, this desire to go over and introduce himself to any other Jedi and to question what that Master Vos meant by the mirror comment....it was overpowering. The desire to go was Illogical, but at the same time, it filled him with a sense of serenity. Like something greater was telling him to go. But he couldn't just make this decision that didn't make perfect sense... Ficcabin collapsed against a wall, exhausted at thinking. He needed to simplify this. As he reached into his pocket, searching for anything to give him an idea, he felt something metal. He was slightly surprised to find that old coin-like object still inside, the emblem reflecting off the light. This technically should be returned to the rightful owners.... Ficcabin chuckled. Oh yes, this is definitely at least a positive of 300. What kind of person would I be to value returning under the idea of a lesser value? The Givin leapt up, excited at his conclusion. The object gripped tightly in his bony hand, he quickly rushed out into the freezing cold. His eagerness was slightly tamed by the weather, but not enough to slow him down. Soon he was at the entrance of their ship, slowly stepping inside, not wishing to interrupt anyone or anything. He had to admit, he looked very odd: a skeletal being in a flight suit, holding a Jedi relic, at the entrance of someone else's ship. Still, he was determined and waited nervously, too distracted by his own thoughts to be aware if anyone was coming up behind him.

When the humanoid revealed his face and began to speak in a joking manner, Ficcabin made a noise something akin to a sigh of relief. Ficcabin tried to be joking in return, to show he wasn't too harmed or dazed by the crash. "Well naturally there is a fee on such a hospitable world. I just hope the sum of the two fees aren't greater then or equal to what's in my cred stick, which is the difference of 20 credits from the amount of the square root of 400 credits" Even as Ficcabin chuckled at his own joke, he realized that his sense of humor might not be hat was needed at the moment. But something was at work with him. He noticed that he was feeling a bit more relaxed then what a person who just survived a ship crash would normally feel. Even a Givin would've had minor mental symptoms of shock or something. However, he pushed these thoughts from his head, focusing on the situation. In response to Tobias’ question about Ficcabin’s health, the Givin attempted to stand straight again. "No, I think I am alright, I'm just slightly dazed but that will...." Then the words hit Ficcabin's comprehension. Jedi Master Ficcabin's hands began to shake in excitement. He looked over the individual again silently in now a new light of curiosity. You are it! I found one! Haha, I knew I could find one of you! Ficcabin jumped slightly in excitement while clapping his hands together once, nearly falling over again from the sudden movement. But that didn't quell his excitement. If anything, it physically emphasized his excitement more then any facial muscles could for most beings. Somewhere in the back, a pipe burst from the built up pressure, spraying a droid with a crude lubricant. Ficcabin recognized the sound immediately and while he hated having to interrupt the conversation, he knew he had to attend to his ship. One moment please master Jedi.... and here I thought I was only going to find some ruins and rocks and maybe a few trinkets...Maybe a caretaker, but a Jedi? That has to be a 1 in a thousand chance! 1 in a million! More! That Twilek is going to get a donation from me soon, that’s for sure! As Ficcabin shoved aside the droids who were attempting to analyze the ship, too excited to apologize and too focused to even notice them, he continued to talk to himself, his voice carrying throughout the surprisingly still acoustic vessel. The Given went about his ship purposely, finding the exact knobs to turn to manually turn off the flow in the specific pipe, the exact places to open up parts of the wall to reveal slightly crushed parts of the ship. Somewhere in the back of his head was a little voice telling him to shut up, but Ficcabin was too excited to care. As he began to crawl through a crawlspace where the pipe had bursted, a tool in his hands, he began to shout back to the Jedi. I'm sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ficcabin Yul, and while I told you I'm a scientist, that's only partially true. I'm that as well as a ship designer, professional pilot, mechanic .... how did this part get back here? But I'm also a, what you would call, a scientific philosopher. I came here to Ilum to find some rumored ruins of the Jedi. A Twilek had found this old coin that was supposedly found here and told me I could find more provided I showed her some Givin dancing which is why her husband.... There was a pause in the talking, as Ficcabin was embarrassed to admit why his ship had crashed. Um, well, anyways, I came here to see if I could find some relics to look at, study some of your teachings, maybe even find a lead to one of you. You Jedi are a little hard to find these days... A sound of a hiss of air suddenly erupted somewhere in the ship, followed by a loud metal clang. That was close...Hey droids, make sure the power converter is fully powered off, it doubles up as a backup battery, and I'd hate for some of these wires to become alive while I'm back here... Anyways, Jedi Master Vos? I've been looking for you guys for a while... you have no idea how excited I am to meet you… Ficcabin crawled back out, his exoskeleton slightly covered with black grease and oil. After thanking the droids, he looked at the Jedi, and gave a slight bow, a traditional part of Givin greetings. Again, my name is Ficcabin Yul, and might I say, so sorry for crashing my ship outside the ruins.

At the moments of the ship miraculously slowing down, Ficcabin felt something. To describe it was impossible for the scientific minded Givin. It was more than a momentary tangible sensation, but at the same time it was less than just a brief touch of emotion. It was simultaneously quantifiable and undeterminable. A definite presence of a fleeting serenity that didn’t exist. Then it was gone. Ficcabin raised his head after a long pause. He looked in wonder around the cockpit, amazed at the fact that he was still alive. Before him outside the window, an old building that he could only describe as a temple stood proud. Somehow, despite all the impossibilities, his ship didn’t crash into it. For a moment he just stared at it, a feeling of giddy rising up in him. This was it. He found it and somehow beaten the odds of landing. How did he do that? An alarm went off in the cockpit, warning of a fire. His thoughts suddenly remembered that his ship had still in fact crashed into the planet. “Zero under!” he cursed. He tried to stand up quickly, only to collapse back into his chair. He was feeling dizzy and his muscles were weak, a common symptom after surviving a crash. His body began to ache as well, the result from being tense the entire crash. Still, he had to hurry, before the flames damaged the more vital systems. Struggling to fight his body’s urgings to stay still and recover, Ficcabin stumbled for the door. Each step was a struggle but he kept forward. However as the door opened, the lights of some humanoid being blinded him. In his addled state, he panicked, believing the being to be some sort of pirate or marauder. Instinctively his bony hand went for the blaster pistol at his side and began to bring it up, only for it to fall out of his hands as he fell to the side, catching himself on the doorway. It was evident the small skeletal being was in no condition to fight. “Please, don’t hurt me, I’m just a scientist.” Ficcabin begged to the unknown being before him, holding a hand up to block the blinding lights.

Hyperspace A low-pitched humming could be heard throughout the entire hull of the Horizon Chaser as its pilot and mechanic was working on making himself a meal. Even as the food cooked and sizzled over the small power converter, Ficcabin bobbed his head in perfect beat to the tune in his head. Sometimes he even broke his humming and sung loudly (and poorly) that old song from home. When you and me made two, the universe knew that we knew that the numbers were true, too true, oh but too true for two so we drew on us two and into the blue we flew cause we knew we overthrew the ones for two… He couldn’t help but spin around once, remembering that one Twilek woman back on Jagga II and how she had similarly spun him around over and over. The news and item she had given the Givin was something he had only been hoping for a long time. A lead. True, it did cost him a little bit of pride as he lost his footing to her during the numerous dances she challenged the pilot, but it was all worth it. The value he had gotten of being embarrassed was less than or equal to what he had gained. But then came a seed, and that seed made three and the need to feed had to heed and I had to bleed to see so we three could speed through the galaxy unheeded… Another spin. The skeletal being stood in one place, twisting his legs as the bad dancer as he truly was. His makeshift spatula, a piece of twisted metal, began to rhythmically tap on the walls of the hull, the high-pitched noise ringing throughout the nearly empty vessel. It had been emptied earlier since his last job, with the plans of after an exploration of Ilum and the ruins that were rumored to be there, Ficcabin could make his way back to Corescant. That place always had odd jobs for a good pilot. But first, Ilum. Possible Jedi ruins awaited him, and he could work more on his theory. Maybe he could even find someone who could tell him where the Jedi lived currently. After all, ruins had caretakers sometimes. As Ficcabin began to spin again, his foot got caught on his travel bag and fell forward. While he caught himself on the open panel where the power converter was cooking his meal, saving himself a nasty head wound. Even as he caught himself however, he heard the metallic clanging of something metal bouncing and rolling on the floor. The Given looked up and was horrified to see that a small coin like object was rolling across the floor. He made a dive for it, but it was too late as it fell between the cracks where the floor could open to an under section of the ship. Ficcabin sighed to himself in annoyance, knowing he could either retrieve the object right away, or tend to his cooking food before it got burnt. He reasoned in his head that the coin-like object could get stuck further in the ship and he did promise that Twilek he would return it. Thus retrieving the coin was worth greater than making sure his food cooked properly. As he crawled underneath the floor, he cursed himself for not putting lights in the area. There we are Ficcabin muttered as he blindly found the coin, feeling the strange designs on it. But even as he did, his hand brushed something he hadn’t expected. A small data pad. Puzzled, he switched it on. The pale blue light that illuminated the cramped area made a shape of a squat fat human that Ficcabin recognized instantly. “Hey skullface” the recording of the Twilek’s husband growled. If Ficcabin had eyes he would’ve rolled them. He hated that nickname. “You touched my wife you lil punk“ For prime number sake, I just danced with her and she betted that there was no such thing as Givin dancing. Ficcabin muttered, knowing it was only a recording. Not like you could dance anyway slime sweat. “That’s why you are going to pay. If you don’t come meet me at the cantina tonight, you won’t ever be able to dismantle that lil bomb at your feet.” That got Ficcabin’s attention. He glanced down and saw a large metal box, with some wires connecting deeper into the ship. There were some lights flashing on it. “Its connected to your ship so that way the next time you exit hyperspace, it’ll go off and send you and your grabby lil fingers to the afterlife, should you try to run from me. Or you are too ignorant a pilot to recheck all your ship’s systems. So you are going to –“ Ficcabin didn’t listen after that. He had dropped the recording and was scrambling out of the underside to get to the cockpit area. The vacuumed sealed door opened allowing the Givin to jump into the seat to begin to manually adjust the hyperspace journey so he could go longer. Perhaps he could get enough time to – Over Ilum In the first second, the ship exited hyperspace flawlessly, the calculations of the Givin perfect. In the next second, a small explosion near one of the engines sent the ship into a spin towards the icy surface. Ficcabin was frantic. He was busy dividing his attention between trying to regain control of the ship in the midst of the storm on the planet, calculating a landing procedure for a ship not designed to crash face-first and chanting the prime numbers to prevent falling into a blind panic. 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29… The skeletal hands moved all across the cockpit, flipping switched and slamming consoles with first hand knowledge that a designer and pilot had. As the ship came closer and closer to the ground, the panic in Ficcabin grew and grew despite the chanting. . 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61… Ficcabin desperately clung to the fact that he could land this. He had designed this ship. He knew how it worked. He knew the physics. He could control the situation. 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97, 101… The ship began to pull up and level out, its bottom skipping once across the ice and snow, before breaking into a sheer slide. Ficcabin could only chant and stare in horror as some sort of object came into view 103, 107, 109, 113, 127... Any moment now the ship would crash with the building that he could clearly see now. He didn't notice how the weather had suddenly shifted as he got closer and closer. The panic was growing in him. He couldn't control himself much longer. In the last moment he tucked his head down and covered himself with his arms. 131, 137, 139…

Real Name: Ficcabin Yul A.K.A: Ficcabin Homeworld: Yag'Dhul Species: Givin Physical Description Age: 17 Height: 5'7" Weight: 121 lbs Hair: None Eyes: Black Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Simple Flightsuit. Weapon: Blaster Pistol, Knife. Common Inventory: Personal Tow Cable, Holonet transmitter, Communicator, Handheld scanner, Numerous datapads with galaxy maps/related data, simple repair kit, one datapad with list of numerous species and their languages. Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force Sensative Alignment: Good Current Faction Affiliation: Jedi Order Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History: Force Side: N/a Trained by: N/a Trained who: N/a Known Skills: Ship Maintenance and Repair, Galactic Navigation, Ship Piloting, Mathematics to rival a navicomputer. Background: Ficcabin was set for a comfortable life on Yag'Dhul (Or as comfortable as a life on the chaotic planet could be). Being a mathematician of the highest caliber and a prodigy from early birth, he could have any choice of life he wanted. Scientist, Ship builder, diplomat, anything. He even built a ship for himself and began to make proposals and mathematical theories that would make him revered in the political world: theories that could boil down all of the universe, from every living cell to each atom of gas, to numbers. If he could prove such a thing, or even get enough support, which would be easy for the charming growing individual, he could become the leader of his people. But when he hit the age of maturity, he left for the stars, leaving his fellow Givin to scratch their heads in confusion. Ficcabin wasn't interested in positions of power, wealth, or design. He simply loved discovery and believed his theory that all things in the universe could be simplified down to numbers. But in order to figure out whether this theory was true or not, he needed to leave his home. He needed to see what the universe held and had to study it closely. He also needed to see new things. The galaxy held too much to be restrained to one planet. However, he needed to make money in the galaxy. After all, food didn't grow in space. So he did what came natural: fly his ship. When he wasn't transporting goods across the galaxy, he was racing other hotshot pilots through nebula clouds and astroid fields. When he wasn't racing or doing a job, he was busy exploring the galaxy, trying to find someplace new to see and work on his theories. When he wasn't working on his theories, he was watching holovids of other pilots and how they maneuvered their ships. His masterful skill of calculating how fast he needed to go to perfectly swoop around an asteroid to escape a pirate vessel saved his life more than once. The laws of momentum, speed and force were his allies to exploit. He was an ace pilot in the ship of his own design. However, recently he had been hearing rumors of a religion that connected all living things together. Curious about how this may connect with his own theory of simplifying all things down to numbers, he has begun to do research into the Jedi, hoping to find some who may try to enlighten him. Ship Registration Name: Horizon Chaser Class: Custom-made Light Freighter Model: Givin N3 Manufacturer: Givin Shipbuilders Length: 33 meters Armaments: AG-2G quad laser cannon: 2 Torpedo Launchers: 2 Armor: Lighter then standard Anti-Personnel Defenses: Cockpit is unsealed, to prevent anyone but a droid or a Givin using the ship. Appearance: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/5/59/Vcx820.jpg Modifications: Lack of Navicomputer, cockpit is unsealed. Holds many maps of the galaxy's space routes. Enhanced Sensors to provide the pilot with as much data as possible.