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16:14, 27th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Doctor Fairfax

Doctor Alen Fairfax
Species: Human
Age: 65
Drive: Pursued
Warpside Assignment: Medical Officer
Groundside Assignment: Survey Officer




These days, you’re a kindly old doctor, an avuncular, occasionally crotchety old sawbones full of wisdom and good advice. Your records are sealed, your past erased, and only a handful of people know the truth.

During the Mohilar war, Calcye was one of the first planets to fall into anarchy. The planet was wracked by civil war between four rival factions. You established a free medical clinic to treat the collateral casualties of violence. You treated gunshots, stabbing, pheromone attacks, failed cybernetic enhancements, bioweapon exposure, chemical burns... and realized that it was all pointless. Half the people you saved went back to the fighting. Something had to be done.

By then, your clinic was the best-equipped medical facility on the planet (the other hospitals had long since been bombed into uselessness). You used this to influence the faction — you’d prioritize treatment of one party if they would agree to cede territory to you, and you’d develop viroware for another group in exchange for weapons to protect your new zone of control. Little by little, you brought the warring factions to heel.

You’re not quite sure when you crossed the line from ‘desperate hospital administrator’ to ‘criminal warlord’. Every decision you made, you justified with the thought that it brought the end of violence a step closer. They weren’t assassinations you ordered, they were surgical incisions, cutting out a walking cancer. You dealt in drugs because you needed to pay your recruits. You developed bioweapons and combat viroware because... well, by that point the justifications had grown thin indeed.

When the Mohilar War ended, you were the undisputed master of Calyce and the four surrounding systems. They called you the Bloody-Handed Man, the Deathdealer. You were one of the most wanted criminals in the Bleed... and worse, you’d come to enjoy the power. You had become a more dangerous threat than any of the factions you’d defeated. You needed treatment.

You turned yourself in. You were tired of making compromises. You gave the Combine all they needed to demolish the criminal empire you built in exchange for leniency. They offered you a choice — life in prison, or permanent assignment as a laser. It wasn’t a choice — your former lieutenants are still out there, and you know you’d be murdered in prison as soon as you were identified. You have to keep moving if you’re going to survive long enough to repay your debt to society.

Power is an addiction. You keep the mask of the kindly doctor on tight, letting it slip only when absolutely necessary. You know that if you slip back into your old ways, you’d be worse than any of the criminals you now hunt down.



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