"Thank you. Please identify yourself."
"Ah…" Quick improvisation protocols: Go! "I am DS-M 112-845-A16, designation 'Ate.'" Crud, that was her original registration code. She really wasn't ready to be interrogated by these bucket-heads. 'Improvisation protocols, why have you--'
"Acknowledged; please refrain from further combat-sensitive actions and remain on standby in the immediate vicinity."
'--failed me? That worked…?!' Ate blinked in abject confusion, before the Squire suddenly tilted its head and continued, as if stating an afterthought.
"You will be safe here."
Ate rolled her eyes at the mech's pandering. Of course the JFC didn't want any of its tin men being seen treating a "child" irregularly, therefor they made a basic effort to treat her as if she were a normal "child" due to the similarity. With any luck, they'd be less likely to straight up murder her for stepping out of line for the same reason. 'I never thought I'd be thanking politicians' phobia of contextless video-clips for anything, but there you go…'
With a slump in her shoulders Ate walked over to the med bay's small waiting area and plopped down on one of the cushy chairs. There wasn't anything to do but wait... that and read magazines that probably dated back to the day the ship was commissioned. She stared longingly at her small pile of weapons that the JFC bots had just left lying on the floor. Hopefully whoever was in the autodoc would be out relatively quickly and she could move on to negotiating with someone who mattered.
One thousand nanoseconds, nine-hundred ninety-nine microseconds, nine-hundred ninety-nine milliseconds, plus four seconds of repeating logic cycles later...
She'd scarcely waited five seconds, before exclaiming in frustration, "THIS IS BORING! GAAAAAAAAH!"
There was nothing productive she could do while she waited, but pool over knowledge she'd acquired previously and come to the same conclusions she had previously. There was nothing unproductive she could do but absorb pointless [and hilariously out of date] trivia from various magazines… once, and it wouldn't take long to do so, really…
Must she truly sit here and-- Ohoh, what's that?
Five hours later~
It started with a cautious, experimental poke. When this was determined to be safe, things… escalated quite quickly, and by the time the Auto-Doc started to signal its completion, all things had been defiled and she was just applying the finishing touches of a glorious Nietzsche-Mustache to the Knight. Of course, occasionally a bug had to be obliterated, and the mechs would request she stop... however she noticed they never stated any specific punishment, and determined this level of misdemeanor wasn't something they were likely to act against. At least, not with higher priorities getting in the way.
So it was that the last surviving member of the ship's crew awoke to find the entirety of her security detail had been covered in permanent marker graffiti, and looked as if someone had applied painstakingly customised full-body tattoos and decals to their every surface. Next to them, a little girl stood in a faux-military dress, her face the picture of perfect innocence.
"...what?" The survivor stated, the lingering effects of the Autodoc's anesthesia doing nothing to assuage her abject confusion. "The shit's in this thing… they spike it b'fore we crashed? Helluva time guys…"
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How does Ate present herself to the survivor?
[] - Tricksy. 'She's still groggy from the anesthesia. Can I exploit that?'
Ate will try to trick the Survivor while they're out of sorts, to acquire certain permissions and rights.
[] - Frankly. "Hi, my name's Ate. I'm actually a robot, everything is broken and aliens have infested the ship. I can help you fix things if you give me permission, or at least help fight if you tell your Security to allow me to arm myself."
Ate will be completely and utterly blunt, but honest, about what she is, what she wants, and why she wants it.
[] - Theatrically. "Hi - I'm Ate, what's your name? I like the decals on your robots. Did you paint them? Is that alright? Can I try?"
Ate plays the role she gave to the Squire.
[] - 'Honestly.' "Hi, I'm Ate, a Domestic-Substitute Construct acquired by Captain Balik Balik III to allow him to 'raise' a child without worry for betrayal…"
Gives a censored version of the full truth.
[] - Write-In
Voting will close around 11 PM - i/e the usual time. I apologize for the lack of Codex Entries. Had less time to spare than I was expecting >.>
Also it occurred to me that Ate herself, doesn't really have a codex page, or much of an actual bio at all really. In light of that, I've decided to give you one… if you can identify the source of her name in the comments, : P. [Really, I don't expect it to be very hard.]