Thomas
The Good Doctor
Name: Thomas Asimov
Faction: The Directorate
Rank: Doctor of Robotics
Species: Human
Age: 60
Sex: Male
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 220 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths:
Genius Intellect – A visionary of his time
Idealist – Truly wants the best for the people of the Galaxy
Weaknesses:
Physically fragile – He’s old
Idealist – Willing to take incredible risks for his beliefs
Pacifist – Sworn off violence
Appearance:
An older human heading into his senior years, he is a very heavy set man with a stomach that bulges predominantly in the middle. His white hair was long for a human man, with a large bushy beard to match it. His face was weathered with age and a hard life, but his blue eyes still shone with all the energy of youth. Normally, he is dressed business casual with a tie and a lab coat.
Biography:
Life in the Galaxy wasn’t easy. It was never easy.
The Galaxy had been writhing in the flames of war longer than nearly anyone could remember. Entire planets had been strip mined, their contents vaporized in the cold vacuum of space as dictators and chancellors fought their never ending wars. Still more fuel was demanded. Still more material. Still more men.
Thomas’ father worked the mines on some forsaken spit of rock amongst the stars. The job took him far from the home that he loved. The job took him from his family who never got to saw him. The job, in the end, took everything from him. He died when Thomas was just a young boy in that dirty, desperate work. Thomas’ mother passed shortly after from the pressure of trying to meet the quotas for two people.
Thomas never accepted that the suffering his family went through was just and believed there had to be a better way.
He dedicated himself to learning how to create better droids that could improve the quality of living for all beings in the Galaxy. Farming. Mining. Building. He would replace those hands of flesh with ones of steel. With things that didn’t have families or loved ones that could be left behind.
Studying in a Galaxy at war was a hard thing. You could start learning at a particular institution to have the government change three times before you finished the first year. Learning had become much more scattered than in previous millennia. Gone were the great centers of learning, with many having to learn in a far more nebulous cloud of masters, fellows, and apprentices. It gave professions a much more durable nature when a Republic or Empire couldn’t conscript a bunch of them in one place, or even try to exterminate them as a ‘strategic resource’.
So, Thomas the Orphan found them on the Holonet and began to learn from them. A Mon Cal engineer. A Geonosian programmer. A Skakoan developer. Dozens of species, hundreds of walks of lives. All loosely gathered under the banner of the Academy of Robotic Sciences. An Academy entirely held on the Holonet.
Thomas earned his fellowship with them at the young age of 19, one of the youngest fellows in the Academy’s history. He went to work designing and supporting agri-droids on commission. He found the work to be very fulfilling, though not especially glorious.
That was when Omni happened, and its Clockwork Revolution.
The ancient intelligence wormed its way through the Holonet, turning droids against their human masters. Millions died in the fighting. This is when Thomas got his first taste of building machines of war. He couldn’t just sit back and watch the suffering unfold with the machines he built.
He built droids that were self-reliant, and didn’t depend on a network connection that Omni could exploit. Though weaker in a tactical sense, having to rely on traditional forms of communication at the slower bandwidth that flesh had to rely on, it did work. The Sniper-series however didn’t find a great deal of success in the market.
Despite his attempts, no one trusted the droids after Omni.
Even after the fall of the artificial terror, the distrust of droids and AI ran deep in the Galaxy. Men like Thomas were even persecuted on some worlds for playing with ‘powers beyond their comprehension’. The friends and peers that Thomas hadn’t lost to Omni, he eventually lost to the angry mobs. Thomas was forced to drift from system to system, doing odd jobs just to stay alive.
But he never gave up on his dream, or his passion.
Eventually, he found a woman. Emily. She was trapped in the same web as the one that trapped his parents. Forced to work and make quotas for whichever Empire or Republic was waging their war of subjugation or freedom that year. The web he was trapped in again. The two found their comfort in it with one another. She was drawn to his optimism and hope for a better tomorrow. He was drawn to her spirit and determination.
For her, he tried to settle down. They wanted to start a family, and grow old together. But eventually, Thomas’ old dreams would catch up with them. He never said what had happened, but the man swore off war machines after that. He never touched a blaster might as well a battle droid.
He fell off the Galactic radar after that. It had been a decade since anyone had heard a word from him. But a man cannot stay in a hole forever. Eventually, he has to come out to breathe.
Ship:
Doctor Asimov had an old Delta-class Stormtrooper Shuttle converted into a mobile workstation. The weapons were stripped out to provide some more room, and with the power being diverted to shields and engines.
Faction: The Directorate
Rank: Doctor of Robotics
Species: Human
Age: 60
Sex: Male
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 220 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths:
Genius Intellect – A visionary of his time
Idealist – Truly wants the best for the people of the Galaxy
Weaknesses:
Physically fragile – He’s old
Idealist – Willing to take incredible risks for his beliefs
Pacifist – Sworn off violence
Appearance:
An older human heading into his senior years, he is a very heavy set man with a stomach that bulges predominantly in the middle. His white hair was long for a human man, with a large bushy beard to match it. His face was weathered with age and a hard life, but his blue eyes still shone with all the energy of youth. Normally, he is dressed business casual with a tie and a lab coat.
Biography:
Life in the Galaxy wasn’t easy. It was never easy.
The Galaxy had been writhing in the flames of war longer than nearly anyone could remember. Entire planets had been strip mined, their contents vaporized in the cold vacuum of space as dictators and chancellors fought their never ending wars. Still more fuel was demanded. Still more material. Still more men.
Thomas’ father worked the mines on some forsaken spit of rock amongst the stars. The job took him far from the home that he loved. The job took him from his family who never got to saw him. The job, in the end, took everything from him. He died when Thomas was just a young boy in that dirty, desperate work. Thomas’ mother passed shortly after from the pressure of trying to meet the quotas for two people.
Thomas never accepted that the suffering his family went through was just and believed there had to be a better way.
He dedicated himself to learning how to create better droids that could improve the quality of living for all beings in the Galaxy. Farming. Mining. Building. He would replace those hands of flesh with ones of steel. With things that didn’t have families or loved ones that could be left behind.
Studying in a Galaxy at war was a hard thing. You could start learning at a particular institution to have the government change three times before you finished the first year. Learning had become much more scattered than in previous millennia. Gone were the great centers of learning, with many having to learn in a far more nebulous cloud of masters, fellows, and apprentices. It gave professions a much more durable nature when a Republic or Empire couldn’t conscript a bunch of them in one place, or even try to exterminate them as a ‘strategic resource’.
So, Thomas the Orphan found them on the Holonet and began to learn from them. A Mon Cal engineer. A Geonosian programmer. A Skakoan developer. Dozens of species, hundreds of walks of lives. All loosely gathered under the banner of the Academy of Robotic Sciences. An Academy entirely held on the Holonet.
Thomas earned his fellowship with them at the young age of 19, one of the youngest fellows in the Academy’s history. He went to work designing and supporting agri-droids on commission. He found the work to be very fulfilling, though not especially glorious.
That was when Omni happened, and its Clockwork Revolution.
The ancient intelligence wormed its way through the Holonet, turning droids against their human masters. Millions died in the fighting. This is when Thomas got his first taste of building machines of war. He couldn’t just sit back and watch the suffering unfold with the machines he built.
He built droids that were self-reliant, and didn’t depend on a network connection that Omni could exploit. Though weaker in a tactical sense, having to rely on traditional forms of communication at the slower bandwidth that flesh had to rely on, it did work. The Sniper-series however didn’t find a great deal of success in the market.
Despite his attempts, no one trusted the droids after Omni.
Even after the fall of the artificial terror, the distrust of droids and AI ran deep in the Galaxy. Men like Thomas were even persecuted on some worlds for playing with ‘powers beyond their comprehension’. The friends and peers that Thomas hadn’t lost to Omni, he eventually lost to the angry mobs. Thomas was forced to drift from system to system, doing odd jobs just to stay alive.
But he never gave up on his dream, or his passion.
Eventually, he found a woman. Emily. She was trapped in the same web as the one that trapped his parents. Forced to work and make quotas for whichever Empire or Republic was waging their war of subjugation or freedom that year. The web he was trapped in again. The two found their comfort in it with one another. She was drawn to his optimism and hope for a better tomorrow. He was drawn to her spirit and determination.
For her, he tried to settle down. They wanted to start a family, and grow old together. But eventually, Thomas’ old dreams would catch up with them. He never said what had happened, but the man swore off war machines after that. He never touched a blaster might as well a battle droid.
He fell off the Galactic radar after that. It had been a decade since anyone had heard a word from him. But a man cannot stay in a hole forever. Eventually, he has to come out to breathe.
Ship:
Doctor Asimov had an old Delta-class Stormtrooper Shuttle converted into a mobile workstation. The weapons were stripped out to provide some more room, and with the power being diverted to shields and engines.
