Humanity Fuck Yeah OC

Oh, don't go crawling into a corner or reaching for your ion pistol.  Yes, you heard me right: I said "Humans".  Oh, such a bad word!  Almost a curse in the languages of other species.  They're not boogeymen, you know, so don't go believing everything you see on the Galactic News Network.  Yes, yes, of course you'd say that; any uneducated fool spending his days drowning his sorrows at the local bar will say humans are hyper intelligent killing machines who could claim the galaxy if they wanted to.  There are so many stories about humans, many of them over exaggerating simple facts just because of the way humans expanded.

Yes, they're strong fighters, but the Tro'leks can win any ground battle against the humans and have in the past.
Yes, they can be brilliant thinkers and engineers, overcoming technical and mental problems faster than a lot of other races, but the Quions have been around far longer and corner the market on repairs, science, and engineering.  It's almost a sacred art, to them.
Sure, they come from a death world where everything is trying to eat everything else, but so have the Gur-Thar.  Just because you prove yourselves to be better than anything else on your home planet doesn't necessarily mean that you have a desire to conquer the galaxy, otherwise the Gur-Thar wouldn't have fought so hard in the council to push for laws protecting sapient, non-spacefaring species so that they could have a chance to grow and join the rest of us in the galaxy.
What's that?  Well, of course humans can eat dangerous mixes of chemicals, stimulants, and poisons of their own death world.  It's called adaptation, and almost no creature in the Galactic Council would be alive, today, if it were not for that evolutionary trait.
Yes, humans fight each other, but so do a few other races - it's not uncommon.  Now, shut up and stop interrupting; I'm trying to make a point.

The simple fact of the matter is that almost every niche in the galactic community is already filled.  We have our scientists, soldiers, engineers, and artists.

Humans cannot fill these niches because there are already far older and better trained beings already there.  But, instead of simply living their lives scrounging for scraps, living in solitude in their system, or even turning their entire species into mercenaries like countless other species who couldn't hope to compete for economical dominance the humans created and filled their own niche.

Before humans joined the galactic community, the concept of caring for those below you was alien to us, if you'll forgive the irony.  What humans call "Survival of the Fittest" is shockingly close to how the galactic community operates.  Sure, we'll forge alliances and defend our allies, but on our home planets and among our own species the concept is unspoken law.  If a Tro'lek is wounded in battle and bleeding, his comrades leave him behind.  It is up to him to fight to survive.  If a Quion is struggling to understand a concept, oh well: that discovery will belong to another Quion.  Species will help species, but only humans help themselves.

Take, for instance, the Sol Campaign: it was thought that humans violated interplanetary peace laws by raiding a supply ship.  We only learned, later, that humans aren't exactly a united species, but that's besides the point.  So, the Tro'leks loaded their lance-cannons, donned their power suits, and marched off to war as the peacekeepers of the galaxy.  What should have been less than a cycle of war turned into twelve bloody cycles.  As I've said before, the humans are not strong fighters in the sense that Tro'leks are.  A single Tro'lek grunt can take on twenty or so humans without a scratch.  The humans lost the war, yes, and then punishments were lessened when it was learned that humans aren't all considered under one flag but the war lasted far longer than it should have, and the Quions wanted to know why.

Tro'leks had some of the the best technology in the galaxy.  Built by the Quions and employed by the Tro'leks with their own tactics, that alliance was one that could certainly take over the galaxy with almost no resistance if they wanted to.  But the humans, a race that had barely developed safe FTL drives and still using kinetic weapons, managed to keep the war going for twelve bloody cycles.  Well, turns out that was only the case because humans understood "Survival of the Fittest" and spit in its face.

When a human fell to a lance-cannon, if he was not outright killed and did not continue to fight, the Tro'leks marched on.  It was thought he would die, as the Tro'lek line advanced so that the wounded humans could not be reinforced.  But the Tro'leks underestimated humanity's desire to save their own.  They sent specialized ships to distract the Tro'leks while another ship rushed in close and dropped off five or six Terrans.  The Tro'leks initially thought it was an attempt at sowing chaos behind enemy lines until they realized that these humans would not fire back unless fired upon.  They poured out of their small, easily destroyed ship to drag their wounded back to safety.  Humans risked the lives of a squad of Terrans for one soldier, over and over for twelve cycles.

The Quions were convinced that these operations were to gather intelligence on the enemy, as any who were not dead could give valuable insight into Tro'lek tactics and weaponry.  And they were right, but only partially.  Those kind of operations, designed to save their own who had survived a new Tro'lek tactic or encountered a new weapon, were rare.

After the war, Quions were informed, for the first time in hundreds of years, that they were wrong.  As I said before, humans spit in the face of the concept of "Survival of the Fittest".  To themselves, every human is more valuable than all of the rare space minerals found in any asteroid.  Every human has the potential to be the one who fires the lucky shot that kills a Tro'lek Battle Master, discovers some brushed aside planet teeming with valuable resources, or makes a breakthrough in their own technological advancement.  To humanity, every human is valuable and irreplaceable.

Is it so hard to imagine, then, with this concept, that humans eventually extended it to other species; creating and filling their own niche at the very same time?  How they pronounce it is strange to me.  Perhaps my mandibles don't move the right way to be able to form the words, but I will try.  The humans call their niche "Medical Care".