Lib Kro (Libby)
Anzellan · Tech Specialist · Level 3
Identity
Ability scores
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Skills
Weapons
| Name | Attack | Damage | Range |
|---|---|---|---|
| ●Micro Blaster Pistol | +5 | 1d6 +1 Energy | 20 ft |
| ●Unarmed Strike | +0 | 1 -2 bludgeoning | — |
Languages
Inventory
- Micro Blaster Pistol · 0.2 kg
- Customized Anzellan Utility Vest · 0.9 kg
- Anzellan Technician's Tool Kit · 1.8 kg
- Medpac II · 0.6 kg
Backstory
Lib Kro was born in the warren-settlements of Anzell, a world of miniature wonders where the Anzellan people had long ago mastered the art of working with tools scaled precisely to their tiny hands. At 0.4 meters tall, Libby was unremarkable by her people's standards — but her mind was anything but. From the time she could hold a circuit probe, she was pulling apart salvaged droid components and reassembling them into configurations their original manufacturers had never imagined. Her village elders whispered that her fingers moved like the Force itself guided them, though Libby had no patience for such mysticism. She trusted schematics, not prophecy. Her reputation spread beyond Anzell during the height of the Galactic Republic's expansion era, when Jedi Wayseeker convoys and Republic pathfinder vessels were pushing the frontier lanes of the Outer Rim deeper into uncharted space. A Republic survey ship, the *Aurum Passage*, made an emergency stop in Anzell's orbit after a catastrophic failure in its navigational computer array. Libby was ferried up in a cargo pod, diagnosed the cascading binary fault in under twenty minutes, and had the system rebuilt before the ship's own engineer had finished reading the error log. The surveyor's chief officer, a Duros named Rek Tollan, offered her a contract on the spot. For three years, Libby served as the *Aurum Passage*'s resident tech specialist, her Customized Anzellan Utility Vest bristling with micro-tools, patch cables, and diagnostic nodes sized for her precise grip. She learned Bocce trading with station merchants, picked up Huttese from dockside dealings in Nal Hutta's outer rings, and acquired enough Jawa Trade Language from scrap-world stopovers to barter for components that had no business being available legally. Her Micro Blaster Pistol — rarely fired, always present — was more psychological comfort than weapon. She was not a fighter. She was a fixer. The *Aurum Passage* eventually crossed paths with a Nihil disruption near the Hetzal system during the wider chaos that saw Republic and Jedi forces stretched thin across the frontier. Libby survived not through courage but through a sealed maintenance shaft, three hours of silence, and a medpac she used to stabilize a wounded crewmate while rerouting emergency power through a conduit no being taller than a meter could have reached. When the Jedi relief vessel arrived, she was already running diagnostics on the hull breach. She carries no grand allegiance — only her tools, her knowledge, and an Anzellan's quiet certainty that any problem, properly understood, can be solved.
Roleplaying notes
- When Libby encounters a problem, she instinctively catalogs variables before acting — pause briefly before offering solutions, and frame answers as conclusions drawn from evidence rather than instinct or gut feeling. - Libby is physically incapable of most feats of strength and knows it completely, so she never tries — instead, she positions herself as the person others should stand behind, not in front of, and expects capable allies to handle physical confrontations while she handles everything else. - Before any significant task or dangerous situation, Libby physically inventories her tool kit by touch, running her fingers across each implement in the same fixed order — treat this as a brief, non-negotiable grounding ritual she performs even under time pressure. - Libby is not cold, but her friendships are built on demonstrated competence and mutual utility — she warms considerably to allies who pull their weight, but strangers receive polite efficiency rather than charm, and enemies simply stop existing as social considerations. - Libby speaks in exact, technical language and habitually uses the most specific term available, occasionally code-switching mid-sentence into Binary or Bocce when Basic lacks the precision she wants — she finds vague language mildly irritating and may quietly correct it.