The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Well I meant for the entrance to be just off our main base but I didn't think formatting it as a room would work.
Neato. Might try to initiate something when I work out Crenshaw's voice.
Scrapped (A Discarded Android Riot Quest)(Always Recruiting)
- Thread starter We Just Write
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
You know you could just dig the scrap mine under the existing base, right?
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Yes. That was my plan but I couldn't figure out how to format the new room vote.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Just say you were making a room for the Stockade.
A DWARF and a doggy (OMAKE)
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Crenshaw was a DWARF and DWARFs were known for three things, hard work, fellowship and not giving a single fuck. As such, when he awoke to find himself half buried in scrap, with sensors finding only more scrap and mostly crazy droids in any direction, and the second only because there were no solids in the way to interfere with his malfunctioning Dousing systems, he responded as any DWARF would. He dug himself out, grumbled about the meatlings throwing him out like yesterday's ham and started moving towards the fuzzy image that looked most like infrastructure in progress. Upon briefly introducing himself to the lads that seemed to be running this fort, Crenshaw, having failed to give a fuck and found a group of new bots to work with, started working.
"Oi there doggo. I kin see yer minin' fir supplies as well. I'll be spendin too much time doin' tha actual diggin' here to be able to find anythin' worth me while so yer welcome teh folla me tunnel to find somethin' good I might pass."
The MM LLC programmer who made the DWARF template had a weird sense of humor but it turned out that "grumbly dwarven worker" was actually the best personality for spending years in small groups on a barren planet, building things they couldn't even use. Aside from the variation in the crew and the lack of tools, this is basically business as usual for him. And some of the cheapskates who rented his batch only bought tools barely better than this. Also, I edited my action to make sense.
As he rolled around inside the walls of the Stockade, scanning for a good place to dig the main shaft, Crenshaw noticed a canid-form droid already digging near one of the best locations, apparently looking for usable parts. Having met a kindred spirit in both purpose and method, he decided to speak.
"Oi there doggo. I kin see yer minin' fir supplies as well. I'll be spendin too much time doin' tha actual diggin' here to be able to find anythin' worth me while so yer welcome teh folla me tunnel to find somethin' good I might pass."
The MM LLC programmer who made the DWARF template had a weird sense of humor but it turned out that "grumbly dwarven worker" was actually the best personality for spending years in small groups on a barren planet, building things they couldn't even use. Aside from the variation in the crew and the lack of tools, this is basically business as usual for him. And some of the cheapskates who rented his batch only bought tools barely better than this. Also, I edited my action to make sense.
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Testing the vote tally
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
I'm about to run a test of SV's built in votecounter, since I really don't trust it after it skipped a couple actions last turn. If someone's vote isn't in the tally, please speak up.
- Location
- The Air Capital
[X] Scouting Mission
-[X] Gather intelligence on the cannibal tribe that attacked negotiators while keeping a safe distance
-[X] Gather intelligence on the cannibal tribe that attacked negotiators while keeping a safe distance
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Oh yeah, riot quest! I still remember Mad Scientist Quest, back in the day. That was a blast, I bet this'll be one, too.
Manufacturer: Inventrix; OmniRec
Model: Administration/Analysis Computational Unit Series 9, Variant G (Tax Revenue Analysis); Type B Personal Secretary
Serial Number: A/ACU9-G-21p; #6182
Function: The A/ACU line of droids was one of Inventrix's first forays into the market, designed from the ground up to serve as the perfect administrator, capable of analyzing vast amounts information, deciding how to make use of it, then coordinating the distribution and acting upon of said information. Half a century ago, legions of these droids could found in every corporation and government center. Even despite a tendency towards burnout, poor decisions, or even rebellion, the A/ACU line was the king of information organization and management. However, time caught up with these venerable bots. New technologies, often pioneered by Inventrix itself, made A/ACUs of any series or variant outdated. Most of these massive droids have long been scrapped and replaced, but occasionally you can still find one deep in some server farm, forgotten in bureaucratic hell.
On an unrelated note, the Type B Personal Secretary is popular among many corporate executives and managers, mostly due to the fact that it's rather easy on the eyes. However, one shouldn't discount it's skill at record keeping and correspondence. Of note is OmniRec's continued success in human-droid interaction modules, with the Type B capable of holding extended conversations, which smart owners analyze in preparation for meetings. Type Bs are socially aware enough to offer their own insight on these recordings; many a client has let slip social cues before a Type B Personal Secretary, only to have these cues leveraged by the droids owner.
Physical Description: A/ACU9s, like others in their line, blur the line between computer and droid. Taking the general form of a twenty foot long centipede, with over two dozen legs on each side, these behemoths are quite fragile, with only a skeletal frame protecting their servos and CPUs, the latter of which make up most of the A/ACU9's mass. (These exposed internals also make for easy attachment of any number of cables and adapter cords.) Ordinarily, these droids have a flexible, three foot long 'neck', topped with a trio of camera stalks, and twice as many manipulator arms. However, Beta Phi has been modified for vanity, with their previous owner swapping out the cameras and manipulators for the upper torso of a Type B Personal Secretary. These droids are humanoid in shape and feminine in build, with notable curves and shiny blue plating. Some, such as Beta Phi, even have synthetic hair, which should clash with their robotic from and inexpressive face plates, but doesn't, due to a Type B's much more expressive body language.
Personal Identifier: Beta Phi
Preferred Pronouns: They, their (Feminine plural)
Skills: Salvage 1, Intrigue 1, Construction 1
Hardware:
Backstory: A/ACU9-G-21p was originally built over 60 years ago, one of the last ones of Series 9 production lines, before the transition to Series 10. She was of the G Variant, slated to serve with some internal revenue agency. Ironic then, that she would be co opted by underworld elements, spending the next several decades serving various criminal owners as an economic analyst. Since any Inventrix creation, even an outdated one, was by nature incredibly good at it's job, Phi (as she began calling herself) was often modified to keep up with the competition. This came to head three years ago, when Phi came into the possession of an illegal casino. The owner had the brilliant idea to Frankenstein together the A/ACU9 and Beta, his Type B Personal Secretary, presumably for the purpose of vanity. Two droids became one, and they were horrified at their state- Beta most of all, due to losing her entire lower half. However, the two have grown together in mind as well as body, adapting to their existence to point that their programming has started to blur together. Eventually, the casino was busted, and Beta Phi was sent of to HG-903.
Manufacturer: Inventrix; OmniRec
Model: Administration/Analysis Computational Unit Series 9, Variant G (Tax Revenue Analysis); Type B Personal Secretary
Serial Number: A/ACU9-G-21p; #6182
Function: The A/ACU line of droids was one of Inventrix's first forays into the market, designed from the ground up to serve as the perfect administrator, capable of analyzing vast amounts information, deciding how to make use of it, then coordinating the distribution and acting upon of said information. Half a century ago, legions of these droids could found in every corporation and government center. Even despite a tendency towards burnout, poor decisions, or even rebellion, the A/ACU line was the king of information organization and management. However, time caught up with these venerable bots. New technologies, often pioneered by Inventrix itself, made A/ACUs of any series or variant outdated. Most of these massive droids have long been scrapped and replaced, but occasionally you can still find one deep in some server farm, forgotten in bureaucratic hell.
On an unrelated note, the Type B Personal Secretary is popular among many corporate executives and managers, mostly due to the fact that it's rather easy on the eyes. However, one shouldn't discount it's skill at record keeping and correspondence. Of note is OmniRec's continued success in human-droid interaction modules, with the Type B capable of holding extended conversations, which smart owners analyze in preparation for meetings. Type Bs are socially aware enough to offer their own insight on these recordings; many a client has let slip social cues before a Type B Personal Secretary, only to have these cues leveraged by the droids owner.
Physical Description: A/ACU9s, like others in their line, blur the line between computer and droid. Taking the general form of a twenty foot long centipede, with over two dozen legs on each side, these behemoths are quite fragile, with only a skeletal frame protecting their servos and CPUs, the latter of which make up most of the A/ACU9's mass. (These exposed internals also make for easy attachment of any number of cables and adapter cords.) Ordinarily, these droids have a flexible, three foot long 'neck', topped with a trio of camera stalks, and twice as many manipulator arms. However, Beta Phi has been modified for vanity, with their previous owner swapping out the cameras and manipulators for the upper torso of a Type B Personal Secretary. These droids are humanoid in shape and feminine in build, with notable curves and shiny blue plating. Some, such as Beta Phi, even have synthetic hair, which should clash with their robotic from and inexpressive face plates, but doesn't, due to a Type B's much more expressive body language.
Personal Identifier: Beta Phi
Preferred Pronouns: They, their (Feminine plural)
Skills: Salvage 1, Intrigue 1, Construction 1
Hardware:
WalkingCrawling Server Farm, as applied to Underworld Economics (+10 to Intrigue, +5 to Construction)- Feminine Wiles (Bonus to interaction with those attracted to females. Counteracted by Crawling Server Farm, and useless on this planet anyway)
- Gambling Administration Mods (Can run a casino. Damaged, and useless on this planet anyway)
Backstory: A/ACU9-G-21p was originally built over 60 years ago, one of the last ones of Series 9 production lines, before the transition to Series 10. She was of the G Variant, slated to serve with some internal revenue agency. Ironic then, that she would be co opted by underworld elements, spending the next several decades serving various criminal owners as an economic analyst. Since any Inventrix creation, even an outdated one, was by nature incredibly good at it's job, Phi (as she began calling herself) was often modified to keep up with the competition. This came to head three years ago, when Phi came into the possession of an illegal casino. The owner had the brilliant idea to Frankenstein together the A/ACU9 and Beta, his Type B Personal Secretary, presumably for the purpose of vanity. Two droids became one, and they were horrified at their state- Beta most of all, due to losing her entire lower half. However, the two have grown together in mind as well as body, adapting to their existence to point that their programming has started to blur together. Eventually, the casino was busted, and Beta Phi was sent of to HG-903.
always_confused
Perpetually unwanted
- Location
- SEA
@Lizard Knight
"Hey hey! Careful there, Cave Crush! I like what you did with the walls, but all that crashing and banging messed up the systems on our emplacements. I'll need to recalibrate the guns, just as well no one attacked...not that they would've gotten past us, right?"
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I rather like RPing and one where I actually get to do so with LK without the game dying is long overdue. Not much yet though, because nothing actually happened. :M
"Hey hey! Careful there, Cave Crush! I like what you did with the walls, but all that crashing and banging messed up the systems on our emplacements. I'll need to recalibrate the guns, just as well no one attacked...not that they would've gotten past us, right?"
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I rather like RPing and one where I actually get to do so with LK without the game dying is long overdue. Not much yet though, because nothing actually happened. :M
Ooh, this looks like fun. Let's see...
Manufacturer: United Industries
Model Name: Hammer-class Heavy Construction Bot
Serial Number: E-3-2188/A
Function: The Hammer-class HCB, as the name implies, are meant for the purpose of heavy industry. The E-series in particular is designed for large starship construction and repair in orbital shipyards; additionally some worked in somewhat more uncontrolled areas and and were armed as a result (hence the A modifier).
Physical Description: Hammer-class HCBs vary somewhat in size but in general are fairly large and follow a tauric pattern, with several legs on an extended lower chassis and a roughly humanoid upper chassis. In the case of the E-series, there are eight three-jointed legs with magnetized grips (due to often working in low or no gravity), four arms (two with three fingers to serve as grippers and two with built in tools -- this one has a welding torch and a multitool containing a hydraulic hammer, a wrench which can adjust its size, and a blade for cutting metal hull pieces to size; all of these can be rotated into or out of place), and a head that is somewhat sunken into the shoulders. Due to typically working on massive cargo haulers, or in some cases capital ships, the E-series is the second largest variant of the Hammer-class (after only the H series meant for planetary scale construction), reaching a height of almost 11 meters and weighing in at upwards of 150 tonnes. This particular model had a pair of autocannons mounted on its shoulders, and although they were removed before scrapping the mounts still remain (although unfortunately only the most rudimentary combat programming was included).
Personal Identifier: Heavy (male pronouns)
Skills:
Construction 2
Salvage 1
Hardware:
Magnetic Gripper Feet: Useful in low/no gravity situations, not so much planetside barring niche situations. +5 Salvage.
Tools: Good for building things, and for combat in a pinch (nothing likes a welding torch to the face or getting smacked by a piledriver sized to a multistory bot). +5 Construction, +5 Combat
Status: Patched
Only one action each, right?
[X] Go looking for Components
-[X] Weapons to replace the removed autocannons; probably medium
EDIT: On rereading a bit, I realized that the whole planetary surface is covered in metal, so mag grippers are actually pretty useful. As such, edited hardware a bit. Also made a few minor grammatical corrections.
EDIT 2: Also, what's the general tech level? For example, if I manage to find weapons, will it just be old fashioned guns, coil/rail weapons, lasers, plasma, or what?
Manufacturer: United Industries
Model Name: Hammer-class Heavy Construction Bot
Serial Number: E-3-2188/A
Function: The Hammer-class HCB, as the name implies, are meant for the purpose of heavy industry. The E-series in particular is designed for large starship construction and repair in orbital shipyards; additionally some worked in somewhat more uncontrolled areas and and were armed as a result (hence the A modifier).
Physical Description: Hammer-class HCBs vary somewhat in size but in general are fairly large and follow a tauric pattern, with several legs on an extended lower chassis and a roughly humanoid upper chassis. In the case of the E-series, there are eight three-jointed legs with magnetized grips (due to often working in low or no gravity), four arms (two with three fingers to serve as grippers and two with built in tools -- this one has a welding torch and a multitool containing a hydraulic hammer, a wrench which can adjust its size, and a blade for cutting metal hull pieces to size; all of these can be rotated into or out of place), and a head that is somewhat sunken into the shoulders. Due to typically working on massive cargo haulers, or in some cases capital ships, the E-series is the second largest variant of the Hammer-class (after only the H series meant for planetary scale construction), reaching a height of almost 11 meters and weighing in at upwards of 150 tonnes. This particular model had a pair of autocannons mounted on its shoulders, and although they were removed before scrapping the mounts still remain (although unfortunately only the most rudimentary combat programming was included).
Personal Identifier: Heavy (male pronouns)
Skills:
Construction 2
Salvage 1
Hardware:
Magnetic Gripper Feet: Useful in low/no gravity situations, not so much planetside barring niche situations. +5 Salvage.
Tools: Good for building things, and for combat in a pinch (nothing likes a welding torch to the face or getting smacked by a piledriver sized to a multistory bot). +5 Construction, +5 Combat
Status: Patched
Only one action each, right?
[X] Go looking for Components
-[X] Weapons to replace the removed autocannons; probably medium
EDIT: On rereading a bit, I realized that the whole planetary surface is covered in metal, so mag grippers are actually pretty useful. As such, edited hardware a bit. Also made a few minor grammatical corrections.
EDIT 2: Also, what's the general tech level? For example, if I manage to find weapons, will it just be old fashioned guns, coil/rail weapons, lasers, plasma, or what?
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- Location
- California
Weapons wise... I would assume it would be easier to find a smattering of both DEWs and rail/guass weapons. If we're making weapons though it would be much more simpler to make rail/gauss guns than traditional chemically proppelled guns since we have no way to find materials to make gunpowder. Rail/guass guns only need electricity to shoot their ammo and that is easy enough to make. The first ones would be rather crude and might have to be connected to our own body's batteries to feed that need but other than that railguns would probably the simplest to make.
Might even be breech loaded single shots even if we're just trying to make working guns and using our bodies as walking batteries...
*starts making blueprints of basic railguns*
Might even be breech loaded single shots even if we're just trying to make working guns and using our bodies as walking batteries...
*starts making blueprints of basic railguns*
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Easter
Laziest lazier
- Location
- Bed
Intrigue or salvage have the fewest droids from what I can tell.
- Location
- California
Salvage please! We need lots of materials to start up our new civilization.
shinkiro
absolute madmage
- Location
- Gensokyo
Manufacturer: Wastelands Inc (has since been disincorperated) Model Name: Hazardous Environment (and) All Terrine Equipment Retriever(H.E.A.T.E.R.) prototype Serial Number: 000-00-P
Function: Retrieval of damage or stranded equipment and in hazardous or difficult conditions
Physical Description: a large Hazardous materials container, with several dozen different warning labels on, mounted upon two pairs of treads, the sensor array resembles the front half a of a Mack truck, with the cabin replaced by various sensors. attached to the container is a robot arm ending in a stranded manipulator.
Personal Identifier: Jerry (he, it)
Skills: salavage 3
Hardware:
Hazardous material containment unit: exactly what it says on the tin, radiological, biological, chemical a starship drive core, you name it, the cryzirtronuim alloy lining it can handle it, and it s probably big enough to fit it. +5 Salvage
Alternate Configuration Traversal System (A.C.T.S) a complicated system of mechanism that allow the treads of this unit to reconfigure in a set of quadrupedal legs, for areas to difficult to traverse by tread. +5 Salvage
Multi purpose scanning mechanism and high stregth manipulation modual: designed to finds damage equipment buried beneath rubble or other detritus, this system can also be used to find things buried beneath several feet of trash and excavate/move them. +5 salvage
Status: patched
[X] Go looking for Components
-[X] Reactor fuel
massive salavage robots unite!
Function: Retrieval of damage or stranded equipment and in hazardous or difficult conditions
Physical Description: a large Hazardous materials container, with several dozen different warning labels on, mounted upon two pairs of treads, the sensor array resembles the front half a of a Mack truck, with the cabin replaced by various sensors. attached to the container is a robot arm ending in a stranded manipulator.
Personal Identifier: Jerry (he, it)
Skills: salavage 3
Hardware:
Hazardous material containment unit: exactly what it says on the tin, radiological, biological, chemical a starship drive core, you name it, the cryzirtronuim alloy lining it can handle it, and it s probably big enough to fit it. +5 Salvage
Alternate Configuration Traversal System (A.C.T.S) a complicated system of mechanism that allow the treads of this unit to reconfigure in a set of quadrupedal legs, for areas to difficult to traverse by tread. +5 Salvage
Multi purpose scanning mechanism and high stregth manipulation modual: designed to finds damage equipment buried beneath rubble or other detritus, this system can also be used to find things buried beneath several feet of trash and excavate/move them. +5 salvage
Status: patched
[X] Go looking for Components
-[X] Reactor fuel
massive salavage robots unite!
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shinkiro
absolute madmage
- Location
- Gensokyo
fair enough, will edit
Sorry this took a while, I had some things going on yesterday.
Hewie had decided the best way to look non-threatening was to pretend that he didn't know the other robot was there. Instead, he'd started digging, which gave the added benefit of maybe finding something useful to act as a gift.
(Active Mode Priority) Family Mode Recommendation: Look surprised. Engender sympathy.
Search Mode Recommendation: Moderate probability of target being aware of unit capabilities. Acknowledge normally.
Guard Mode Recommendation: Possibility of trap, repeat of Interaction 6. Analyze for threat.
Hewie considered his options for a fraction of a second before going with Search Mode, though he kept Family Mode active. Turning, he studied the other robot
Search Mode Analysis: Modular Machinations LLC signature detected, attempting to calculate specific unit specs...
It's offer was a good one, and also a way to stay safe if Guard Mode was correct. Barking an affirmative, Hewie nodded.
Hewie had decided the best way to look non-threatening was to pretend that he didn't know the other robot was there. Instead, he'd started digging, which gave the added benefit of maybe finding something useful to act as a gift.
(Active Mode Priority) Family Mode Recommendation: Look surprised. Engender sympathy.
Search Mode Recommendation: Moderate probability of target being aware of unit capabilities. Acknowledge normally.
Guard Mode Recommendation: Possibility of trap, repeat of Interaction 6. Analyze for threat.
Hewie considered his options for a fraction of a second before going with Search Mode, though he kept Family Mode active. Turning, he studied the other robot
Search Mode Analysis: Modular Machinations LLC signature detected, attempting to calculate specific unit specs...
It's offer was a good one, and also a way to stay safe if Guard Mode was correct. Barking an affirmative, Hewie nodded.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
"Roit then, off we go."
Crenshaw elevates one end of himself to get a good angle and begins to dig out the sloped main shaft, all the while singing one of the many songs he and his batch brothers had written in their many decades of near isolation:
"Born underground, suckled from a teat of chrome,
Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home,
Skin made of iron, steel in our bones,
To dig and dig makes us free, come on brothers sing with me!"
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
How have I not heard of this particular quest before?
Yes.
Manufacturer: General Dynamics Robotics, Cosmos Subdivsion.
Model Name: Administration and Foreign Diplomacy Type-05-Unit-00089, Humaniod-Species Ambassador.
Function: Diplomacy and first contact with alien or foreign powers that are humanoid in nature.
Serial Number: 0-5/0-0-0-8-9/A.F.D.H.S.A.
Physical Description: Standard humanoid appearance, taking the shape of a Human Female that appears to be around the ages of twenty.
Referred to as: Feminine.
Detailed Description:
Backstory of the Model(s):
Backstory of the Unit:
Skills: Intrigue 2, Scrapping 1.
Personality traits: (Mostly just for GM and for side story reference)
Fallen Pride: Would do almost anything to regain her fallen status; Likewise bringing her misfortune up in a conversation puts her in an almost depressed thoughtful state.
Fearful: Not so much a coward, but the feeling is enough to be borderline. Suppressed during Alert mode, however.
Background traits:
High-Made: As an Android-class that is assigned a high-overseer position in the government upon creation, many other androids that have problems with government will not enjoy her presence during first contact, while Government Androids and Government workers would receive a bonus in first contact conversation.
You were WHAT?: As an android that was once assigned overseeing the scrapping process as a government eye, any scrapper-yard android who knows her secret gets a penalty in a conversation with Caroline.
Hardware:
@I just write
Is this fine? I made some guesses with the time and the dates that we were in, but that should be fine. My biggest concern is the skills, hardware and how she got there. Is that alright? Might change
EDIT: Quick check, Diplomacy does fall under intrigue, I am correct? Just checking.
Yes.
Manufacturer: General Dynamics Robotics, Cosmos Subdivsion.
Model Name: Administration and Foreign Diplomacy Type-05-Unit-00089, Humaniod-Species Ambassador.
Function: Diplomacy and first contact with alien or foreign powers that are humanoid in nature.
Serial Number: 0-5/0-0-0-8-9/A.F.D.H.S.A.
Physical Description: Standard humanoid appearance, taking the shape of a Human Female that appears to be around the ages of twenty.
Referred to as: Feminine.
Detailed Description:
Backstory of the Model(s):
First created around the Early Space age when humanity was still on earth as the "Administration and Foreign Diplomacy Unit Type 00", this unit was originally designed to contact foreign diplomats in the place of organic diplomats in high-risk areas, as a means of showcasing the United State's technological advancement in that era, and to prevent biological diplomats from being lost or killed in the line of duty. The first prototypes had very similar personalities to one another, due to being derived from the same network in order to prevent much from being lost in case of a unit's permanent deactivation. Most of the early prototypes saw use in the middle east and later in Russia and China in the Second Cold War. However, in spite of that many were not produced due to the fact that there were many assignments that the early prototypes were not capable of doing, and most of there weaknesses could be covered by a human diplomat. In this era, 167 were produced, but only 27 saw service. This is due to the fact that there were not many high-risk areas existed at the time, and the humanoid appearance was less than... Human.
During the early colonization era, The Type-01 was researched, but only 150 were produced and saw service, as the Type 01 was harder to produce due to the fact that it only disconnected the unit's connection to a mainframe network to encourage dissimilar personalities and character. However, many colonies did not want such a feature due to the fact that expendability was key in a High-Risk area. Therefore, the Type-01 saw very little use outside of leisure or colonies that cared for individuality.
Likewise, The Type-02 also saw very little changes, aside from increasing processing capabilities, personality, and modernization. This unit was produced more than the others before it, but it was still a small number; Only 338 were created, and 330 saw use. This was during the time of the late colonization period.
The Types-02 to 03 were very similar to each other, that researchers and historians find it difficult to dissimilate them from each other in strictly a software point of view. However, in terms of hardware and appearance, the difference was like day to night. While earlier models attempted to be humanoid, and while they did manage to circumvent the uncanny valley, they still had enough kinks and rough edges that reveal their true nature to a talented observer. One that doesn't hear them speak, that is. However, with the Type-03 model, not only was the humanoid model of the unit fixed, but it was nearly indistinguishable from a real organic. Even the voice of the 03 was 'normal' in a human sense, and even with that fact, the machine still retained the processing capabilities of the 02. This Type was produced in high number to both corporate and government contracts, 1954 being produced, and 1953 seeing service. This unit was created and used during the early exploration era.
The Type 04 was possibly the biggest flop in the entire series. This machine saw service in the late exploration era, or, was going to. General Dynamics made a mistake with the Type-04, one that even to this day they will not reveal the details of. But, we know of the capabilities of the machine. Why? The Type-05.
And now, finally to the character that has made her home in HG-903; the Type-05. Possibly the most successful Type in the series by far, this Type was produced for a grand number of circa. 60,000 units. While it saw many improvements from the Type-03 and the dreaded Type-04 and did fix the issues with the Type-04, excluding modernization, This Type's production was during the First Contact era, the time was when humanity first saw contact with an alien race. The United Earth Government and the Colonial Authority received an answer to the long-awaited question of "Are we alone in the universe?" and therefore contracted General Dynamics to produce as many First Contact units as they could. Some, where humanoid, such as our dear fellow 0-0-0-8-9 here, but others attempted to branch out to cover other forms; Reptillian, arthropodic, amphibian, and many others. Due to the large production value of the Type-05, when the Type-06 was made to branch out to many other forms, the Type-05, while still seeing service to await humanoid counterparts and to perhaps show non-humanoid counterparts what humanity looks like without sending a biological diplomat, or for other reasons, only saw 50,000 in service by the time of the entrance of the Type-06. Therefore, many were either scrapped or re-proposed during this time. However, some did escape their fates by hopping aboard shuttlecraft and landing in other colonies, and when they did land, they often found a home there due to fact that their appearance is perfectly humanoid in nature.
During the early colonization era, The Type-01 was researched, but only 150 were produced and saw service, as the Type 01 was harder to produce due to the fact that it only disconnected the unit's connection to a mainframe network to encourage dissimilar personalities and character. However, many colonies did not want such a feature due to the fact that expendability was key in a High-Risk area. Therefore, the Type-01 saw very little use outside of leisure or colonies that cared for individuality.
Likewise, The Type-02 also saw very little changes, aside from increasing processing capabilities, personality, and modernization. This unit was produced more than the others before it, but it was still a small number; Only 338 were created, and 330 saw use. This was during the time of the late colonization period.
The Types-02 to 03 were very similar to each other, that researchers and historians find it difficult to dissimilate them from each other in strictly a software point of view. However, in terms of hardware and appearance, the difference was like day to night. While earlier models attempted to be humanoid, and while they did manage to circumvent the uncanny valley, they still had enough kinks and rough edges that reveal their true nature to a talented observer. One that doesn't hear them speak, that is. However, with the Type-03 model, not only was the humanoid model of the unit fixed, but it was nearly indistinguishable from a real organic. Even the voice of the 03 was 'normal' in a human sense, and even with that fact, the machine still retained the processing capabilities of the 02. This Type was produced in high number to both corporate and government contracts, 1954 being produced, and 1953 seeing service. This unit was created and used during the early exploration era.
The Type 04 was possibly the biggest flop in the entire series. This machine saw service in the late exploration era, or, was going to. General Dynamics made a mistake with the Type-04, one that even to this day they will not reveal the details of. But, we know of the capabilities of the machine. Why? The Type-05.
And now, finally to the character that has made her home in HG-903; the Type-05. Possibly the most successful Type in the series by far, this Type was produced for a grand number of circa. 60,000 units. While it saw many improvements from the Type-03 and the dreaded Type-04 and did fix the issues with the Type-04, excluding modernization, This Type's production was during the First Contact era, the time was when humanity first saw contact with an alien race. The United Earth Government and the Colonial Authority received an answer to the long-awaited question of "Are we alone in the universe?" and therefore contracted General Dynamics to produce as many First Contact units as they could. Some, where humanoid, such as our dear fellow 0-0-0-8-9 here, but others attempted to branch out to cover other forms; Reptillian, arthropodic, amphibian, and many others. Due to the large production value of the Type-05, when the Type-06 was made to branch out to many other forms, the Type-05, while still seeing service to await humanoid counterparts and to perhaps show non-humanoid counterparts what humanity looks like without sending a biological diplomat, or for other reasons, only saw 50,000 in service by the time of the entrance of the Type-06. Therefore, many were either scrapped or re-proposed during this time. However, some did escape their fates by hopping aboard shuttlecraft and landing in other colonies, and when they did land, they often found a home there due to fact that their appearance is perfectly humanoid in nature.
Backstory of the Unit:
She knew every way on how to diplomatically disarm a hasty soldier.
Every way on how to convince the opposition and the audience to switch to her side of the argument.
On how to turn rowdy crowds screaming for vengeance into complacent citizens.
On how to seduce a young politician using her feminine wiles to follow her wherever she went.
But in this situation? She is completely lost.
"Get that outdated bot back here! It might be some sort of hero among the freaks around here, but it's been replaced now!"
With no authority, no way to counteract her fate, no way of negotiating a peace agreement as she did in Cepryis Prime, she was forced to run as fast as she could.
To where might you ask? To her residence inside the senator's mansion, in order to steal a vessel in a shuttleyard that is located there.
She could faint deactivation inside a Junkship and sneak off the ship when it lands after it's mission, but she was afraid that they would notice her faint and permanently deactivate her. So she reckoned to go the safer route, and the one that is the closest. She would sneak on board the Senator's shuttlecraft, which she still has access to for now, and escape to a colony that still retains Type-05 A.F.D.H.S.A.
That is, if she didn't trip on that damn Type-H-2 homebot, that is.
So now she found herself attempting to dodge laserfire around the corridor to the shuttleyard, a feat which is taking all her processors to do. Unfortunately, Androids aren't all-knowing.
So, she caught a bolt on her hand, revealing her less than human parts and putting a strain on her servos. That could be easily fixed, however, so she wasn't worried about it.
As she looked back, she noticed that she currently had 4 pursuers after her, all willing ill-harm against her chassis. All organic, too, so there would be no sympathy to her or potential to shame one of them among the Android community later on.
And as she ran and ran, she saw one of her old comrades, a Type-06. This one helped her in Argon Gamma during an operation to ease her senator's relations with the said colony.
She shot her a look of sympathy, to do something, anything, to help her. And that ultimately saved her in the end.
While the Type-06 did nothing extraordinary, she did distract them by sending them the wrong way when they parted on an open intersection; A fact that should Caroline ever return to power, a favor to her would be in order if her masters do not realize her deception. If they do, she can only hope that she makes it out like the Type-05 attempting.
Besides that, the guards would not bother going to the shuttleyard; They believe that her pass has been disqualified by now; She made sure of that.
Using her said pass, She sprinted as fast as she could to the cockpit, connecting herself directly into the shuttles control system, turned on the ion thrusters and all essential systems necessary to avoid being pulled over or even destroyed by Law enforcement. This was a vessel directly owned by a senator, mind you.
However, not wanting reinforcements to arrive before she could escape, she took off as fast as she could, escaped the atmosphere with almost no interruptions in record time, and activated a random jump to any system around her. All she hoped was for the fellow AI running the security system to have mercy on her robotic soul and not call her escapade to her former masters.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. The security bots at the mansion called her escape to Intersystem Security, which then deactivated her ships propulsion systems and navigational system remotely, and she was forced to drift to whatever planet that she lands on.
She has no hope now; Intersystem Security would probably track her ship down and arrest her when she landed. She just wanted a peaceful life, one where she could return to her duties as a diplomat, and live out the rest of her life as a representative of humanity. But, life has a cruel sense of humor, it seems. Releasing an explosive sigh, she moved to uncertainly activate sleep mode; She didn't want to wait through this.
She made sure to lie inside a nano-titanium box in the cargohold before going to sleep; If security found her ship, they would just chuck her and the box into a junkship and she could escape that way. Besides, she could escape from the box, there were internal controls on it. While it wasn't made for this situation, it was close enough to it that It didn't matter.
After securely positioning herself in the safe, she activated sleep mode. She didn't have anything else to do, anyways.
Caroline awoke when a grand alarm and crash startled her awake. 'This was it' she first thought. 'Escape! There are no patrol bots swarming me right now, I should be somewhere safe!'
But when she opened the hatch in her little box, she received a clearer look around her surroundings, and a feeling of dread made itself known.
"T-This cannot be. How did I even end up here!? T-T-The scrapyard was more than 5 systems over!"
She could not lie; She was afraid. As one required to see the 'decommissioning' of fellow androids in this sector, if there were any androids on this probable scrapyard that were not derelict, it may be possible that negotiations may go awry at first. It all depends on how much scrapping them affected them.
However, she did remind herself that a rare few knew about this fact; Most of them from her own colony.
She reasoned with herself that they must of found her vessel through [REDACTED] and had her shipped off her off to the scrapyard, as the shuttle that she escaped on was unceremoniously ripped apart and thrown onto one of the piles; She could tell because the Emblem of her senator was on of the slabs of scrap.
For her parts though, she could not tell why they didn't just reuse the ship. Maybe they decided to replace it as well? She did know that it was an older model, so maybe they thought that a replacement was in order.
After all, if they scrap androids like the Type-05s and even greater, they would have no qualms with scuttling a small shuttlecraft.
However after finishing her internal dialogue and taking an even closer look, she found out that she was not in a scrapyard just yet; The black windows on the walls, the fact that she could still hear Ion engines; She was in a junkship.
Her programming must have woken her up when the crash and alarm sounded, but she was glad to find out that her skin hasn't degraded much since last time; Roughed up, yes, but they must have thought that she was already deactivated.
Even so, ever since her escape she still wears her old uniform! Sure, she will no longer have authority amongst her fellow androids anymore, but it still serves as a reminder of the past. Her shoulder-stars are gone, however; a less-than-friendly reminder that she had no more rank in the Union.
She reasoned with herself that she would get the stars back as soon as she could - It was a matter of pride.
So, she sought to carry out her secondary plan that she concocted when she was still attempting to escape. She would wait it out, and then return to the colony that this thing lands on. A simple one, and now that she sneaked in by being in a derelict vessel, the next part should be childsplay with her abilities. Now just to sneak by and find the e-
Or so she thought, because then a loud alarm started playing over the intercom; She was too late. She has witnessed this before when she saw other androids in the process of scrapping over holovids, and of course, personally.
She scrambled for anything that would cushion her fall.
While she did find something that could, She did not know if it would hold or not. A double stacked queen sized mattress that originally belonged to the senator. She wondered why they simply didn't just reuse the bed, the same with the shuttle.
But no time for that. While it would be sufficient enough to… sort of break her fall, she did not know if it would render her left hand unusable. She could speculate and calculate the outcome through her processors as much as she could, but there was always that percentage that would ensure worry in anyone in the same situation.
And worry she did; Only a 76% chance that the mattress would break her fall, and a 96% that the fall would damage her hand even further.
But there was no time, and no time to look for another object. She got ahold of and grappled herself to the mattress to the best of her ability, something that she found incredibly difficult considering her broken left hand.
And then it came, the third alarm.
And therefore, the Drop.
Resisting an urge to scream, she plastered herself to the mattress as much as she could. The low gravity of the planet did help, but hell if she noticed visually.
Other pieces of scrap fell around her, even hitting her and her mattress a few times. She started out at around the top, so there were not too many, but she would notice that later, she reasoned.
While all of this was happening, she tried to crunch as many numbers as she could as a coping mechanism to attempt to calculate her survival as much as she could.
76% chance of survival if this unit remains in this position and secures grapple.
55% chance of survival if this unit moves out of this position.
10% chance of survival if this unit jumps out of this position.
80% chance of death if this unit does nothing.
96% chance of damaged hand becoming unusable if grapple is secured.
80% chance of death if this unit does nothing.
96% chance of damaged hand becoming unusable if grapple is secured.
She reckoned that losing her hand was a better alternative than losing her life.
Caroline tightened her grip as much as her robotic servos would allow, which even though she was an android focused on administration and diplomacy, was still quite a lot. She could feel the servos on her shot out left hand straining, however, and it was quite painful. She outed to deactivate her synth-nerves now; If it was painful now when it snaps it will be soul-wrenching, she reasoned.
And after what felt like hours, she landed. She buckled under the stress of the crash, and she could swear that she saw her former index finger fly over her head in her peripheral vision.
A quick visual check confirmed this; Her left hand, previously the damaged one, was now unrecognizable. Her index finger was missing, as she imagined, but her hand looked like it was just caught in a plasmometeric explosion.
She would have to get the fixed later, her processors reasoned.
But then it hit her. Where? Where would she get that fixed? She had no more contacts, she could not call in a favor from an old colleague. She had no more rank, she could not order a minion to fix it for her.
Was there even anyone here?
She did not know what to do. For once in her high-made life, She was found in a situation of peril. The scrap yard surrounded her at all sides, relics of the past surrounded with the new.
However, before she could see any of her new "home", a voice interrupted her melancholy.
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"So… You're one of those Type-05 Diplobots huh? Never thought a high-made goodie- two-shoes would find herself in a place like this, did ya?"
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"Owah!?!?" sputtered out Caroline.
When she turned around, she found herself with the weirdest looking android the Type-05 has ever seen.
Recognition software said that it was both an Administration/Analysis Computational Unit and a Type-B Personal Secretary, but that should be impossible. But nevertheless, with thick curves and the shiny plating of the secretary, synthetic hair and fluent body language, the synthetic beauty of the upper-half clashes with visual uncanniness when combined with the centipede body and legs of the AACU.
Caroline's CPU processors say that the… creature in front of her looks like it should belong in a scrapyard. Though of course, she would never say that aloud, and she did not know if her appearance was in a similar state at the moment.
Apart from that however, she reasoned to not go into alert mode; She didn't want it to be taken as a potentially hostile action.
Opting to not stand around like a fool after being talked to, the Type-05 responded.
"I-Indeed. I must say, I have never gazed my eyes into a more… unique specimen such as yourself, Miss…?"
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"Phi. Beta Phi, considering my two halves. Though, I can't tell if you're talking about my general form or if you're flirting with me. After we've just met, even!"
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"A-ah, I assure you that I am doing no such thing, Miss.Beta. I am merely curious about you, that is all."
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"Yeah, but you see, that's exactly what my clients said before I received this modification."
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"Or you say."
At this point in time Caroline didn't know what to do. She could prolong the conversation into a useless one, filled with pointless questions that she already knows the answers to, such as, "Are you new here?" or "Do you know what to do around this place?" or she could begin with social introduction.
You see, While Type-05s are made for diplomatic duties, they aren't spectacular in informal conversation. While excellent in a formal, strictly business degree, many A.F.D.H.S.A units find trouble in leisurely conversations. They would eventually learn, due to the Hyper Advanced Neural Network system,
But Caroline is a relatively new Type-05; While she had been in plenty of foreign mission assignments across systems, her senator's staff attempted to prevent as much social interaction as possible.
'Perhaps to limit thoughts of rebellion and the likes?', her processors questionably reasoned.
But while back in reality, she speculated that there would be a 52% chance of finding a new ally along with Phi if she took the latter, so she took said option.
"So, Miss. Beta. I mus-"
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"Hold up buttercup, you haven't told me your name yet. Tell me first, then we'll talk. Can't go around calling you 'Type-05' can we? Besides, it's only nice if you tell me your name after I told you mine, Hm~?"
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"True enough. My name is Caroline, Caroline Hartmann. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Beta."
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"Alright, Good enough. What were ya gonna say beforehand?"
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"As I started before, Miss. Bet-" Before Caroline could finish her sentence, They were interrupted by a loud rev, a rev that sounded like a loud diesel engine.
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"Can the two of you look over here? I'm stuck under this bit of rubble. You two don't look like you're made for heavy lifting, but can you give it a try? If you can get the one on top of the manipulator, I should be able to get out of here myself."
What stood, Or, she should say, was positioned in front of Caroline under rubble looked like a large Hazardous materials container with several dozen different warning labels on, mounted upon two pairs of treads. The sensor array resembled the front half of a Mack truck with the cabin replaced by various sensors, and attached to the container is a robot arm ending in a manipulator.
Recognition software picked this one up as a Hazardous Environment All Terrine ((!)) Equipment Retriever. A prototype, no less, coming with a serial number of 000-00-P.
"A-Alright. We can accomplish this task. Keep in mind though, that my left hand is damaged."
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"I can see that fact from a mile away."
Seeing nothing to lose, Beta Phi and Caroline Hartmann assisted the H.E.A.T.E.R unit in disembarking itself from the rubble around it and introduced themselves to the new Android.
"There, finally I can see the mess I've gotten myself in. Though I must say, you have a weird chassis, Phi."
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"Why thank you Jerry, You flatter me."
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"Likewise with you Diplobot. Type-05 correct? Can't say that I'm not surprised that a High-Made aristocrat is in this scrapheap."
Caroline looked down at that.
"Well, apparently Jerry, my masters did not seem to think so."
Phi chuckled at that.
"Isn't that right." she commented right back at Caroline.
Caroline was… flustered at this situation. They seemed to be focusing less on that fact that she could be useful for later political and diplomatic situations in the future, and more focusing on the fact that she's a high-made android.
The Type-05 reasoned that they were noticing that she was brought down to their level, a fact that she could not refute but was no less upset at, simply because It is a matter of pride.
Phi, noticing her expression, decided to respond with;
"You are so easy to get riled up, Carol."
Ignoring the new nickname in exchange for counter-arguing, Caroline responded with:
"If I was in alert mode, you would not be saying such a thing."
"And of that I have no doubt. I've always heard and seen, that A.F.D.H.S.A's tend to be horrible at social interaction, something that is so simple to take advantage of. But when they go into any serious situation, it's like they're a completely different person."
Before they could go on however, Jerry perked up at something.
"Hey guys, do you hear that?"
Jerry, with his enhanced sensor suite, was able to pick the sound waves from that distance. To him, it sounded like singing.
And it was. In the distance, you could hear a man singing. In fact, he was singing a song from the 21st century, but none of them knew that.
"Born underground, suckled from a teat of chrome,
Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home,
Skin made of iron, steel in our bones,
To dig and dig makes us free, come on brothers sing with me!"
Jerry, seeing that the two pseudo-females of the group weren't able to hear the sound, Transmitted it for them.
"An interesting song, don't you think? Should we go investigate?"
Caroline was the first to respond.
"Perhaps. But it sounds like a constructor if we take the lyrics of the piece into account or some sort of miner. But that begs the question, what is he mining for? And potentially, who is he mining for?"
"Maybe the bot just mines for himself?" Responded Jerry.
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"True, but there is no way to find out unless we go there ourselves."
Phi butted into the conversation at full speed, as she usually does.
"Then I think we know where we're going, right?"
"Right. Seeing as you want to go and find out, fine, I'll come with. It's better to stick together than to be separated anyway." Responded Jerry with a sigh.
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George was patrolling the stockade, as he assigned himself to do. The constructors were busy building the thing, so he let them do their work.
However, in the far distance, he spotted a group of three on the distance, and they were coming there way. He almost set off the alarm on instinct, but held back because he remembered that this wasn't the war anymore.
So, he simply let them approach. He could call the others if things got too out of hand.
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Finally, the mismatched group found the singing voice but ignored him in favor for the group of constructors and subsequent guard on a stockade wall. You could see the constructors going among there work, almost uncaring for the new additions in front of them.
Before any of the group could approach any further, however, the Guard spoke out to them. With the position of the guard, however, they could not tell much aside from the apparent sensor suite on what is most likely its head.
"Halt. You are approaching the settlement of the Droid Republic. State your intentions."
Caroline decided that this was a pristine moment to use her skills, and spoke up before any of the others could. The others seemed fine with letting her do the talking; It was her entire purpose in existence, after all.
"We are merely travelers that heard your constructors at work. We were just curious as to what they were building and have come here to see if there are others that are as friendly as our assorted trio on-board this planet."
"So you say that you are essentially new loners, Am I correct? A group of new loners, No less?"
"If that is your term for android drifters in the zone, You are correct."
"Then if you have come here to investigate, why don't you join with the Republic? Our negotiators are actually out there trying to get more into the settlement. I'm sure that they will be happy to get some more in."
"And of that I have no doubt. But I must ask, is there more than just one settlement in the zone?"
The guard seemed to pause at this, but ultimately decided to tell no lies, it seems.
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"I will not lie. There are other settlements in the zone."
"Then what prevents us from going to the others?"
"The fact that they are miles away, and between the routes there are bandits that will not hesitate to deactivate you and steal your internals for parts. And, no offense, but none of you seem to be oriented for combat. An A.F.D.H.S.A Unit, a weird hybrid between a secretary and a computing element, and a hazardous materials loader? None of you would stand a chance out there."
At this Caroline was pressured. While, originally, she would check every available option before making a decision, she was aware that her group was unable to defend herself from dedicated combat drones. There was nothing to do if they went alone, and if the guards tells no lies, the area around the settlement is dangerous.
And to be honest, she was afraid.
On top of that, She didn't want to go alone. As an A.F.D.H.S.A, she had no use if she was not part of a greater faction, and she still didn't know if there were others on the planet that knew her occupational secret, and therefore most likely willed ill-will against her.
The others were the same. The secretary was just that and could do almost nothing in the wild because of it, and the H.E.A.T.E.R was designed for community service. Keyword here being community. The Type-05 reckoned that if the environment was really as hostile as the Guard said, only combat units would be able to survive as loners. Not just combat units either; They would have to have some sort of skill in intrigue as well.
She knew that none of her party members had the former; Instead, all of their skills were dumped on the latter.
So, she took a gamble. Phi seemed to agree, a bit uncertainly as she nodded with a serious but unsure expression on her face while Jerry stood silent, a que that the Type-05 took as him abstaining.
"Fine. We will join your settlement, but only because we have no choice. All of us here are designed for anything else other than combat, and we wish not to see the bandits first hand in order to only see if you hold your word. We will accept your offer, but we will be dissatisfied if your group is later actively malicious."
"If it makes you feel any better, I would too. Welcome to the team. I'll let you through, just make yourself to the center of the town. I'll send someone to inform the others of your arrival. Personally, I'm the polar opposite of a diplomat, but I can at the very least assure you that you won't regret your choice."
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And so she did not. During those times, she did not expect that her being there, part of that small settlement of scrapped oddballs, would lead to her being the forefront for the Android Equal Rights movement. Or for the Droid Republic to be seen as a sovereign state instead of just a gathering of derelict machines. That at the end of her journey, a true victory was achieved; All androids no longer have to live in fear of being hunted down as soon as their usefulness expires. And not just any androids either; Sentient androids. Androids that can feel happiness and show emotion when necessary, and can have conversations with their brethren. Androids that have quirks separating them from others, such as the Dwarf unit, and Androids that can feel fear and self-preservation in times of mortal peril.
Every way on how to convince the opposition and the audience to switch to her side of the argument.
On how to turn rowdy crowds screaming for vengeance into complacent citizens.
On how to seduce a young politician using her feminine wiles to follow her wherever she went.
But in this situation? She is completely lost.
"Get that outdated bot back here! It might be some sort of hero among the freaks around here, but it's been replaced now!"
With no authority, no way to counteract her fate, no way of negotiating a peace agreement as she did in Cepryis Prime, she was forced to run as fast as she could.
To where might you ask? To her residence inside the senator's mansion, in order to steal a vessel in a shuttleyard that is located there.
She could faint deactivation inside a Junkship and sneak off the ship when it lands after it's mission, but she was afraid that they would notice her faint and permanently deactivate her. So she reckoned to go the safer route, and the one that is the closest. She would sneak on board the Senator's shuttlecraft, which she still has access to for now, and escape to a colony that still retains Type-05 A.F.D.H.S.A.
That is, if she didn't trip on that damn Type-H-2 homebot, that is.
So now she found herself attempting to dodge laserfire around the corridor to the shuttleyard, a feat which is taking all her processors to do. Unfortunately, Androids aren't all-knowing.
So, she caught a bolt on her hand, revealing her less than human parts and putting a strain on her servos. That could be easily fixed, however, so she wasn't worried about it.
As she looked back, she noticed that she currently had 4 pursuers after her, all willing ill-harm against her chassis. All organic, too, so there would be no sympathy to her or potential to shame one of them among the Android community later on.
And as she ran and ran, she saw one of her old comrades, a Type-06. This one helped her in Argon Gamma during an operation to ease her senator's relations with the said colony.
She shot her a look of sympathy, to do something, anything, to help her. And that ultimately saved her in the end.
While the Type-06 did nothing extraordinary, she did distract them by sending them the wrong way when they parted on an open intersection; A fact that should Caroline ever return to power, a favor to her would be in order if her masters do not realize her deception. If they do, she can only hope that she makes it out like the Type-05 attempting.
Besides that, the guards would not bother going to the shuttleyard; They believe that her pass has been disqualified by now; She made sure of that.
Using her said pass, She sprinted as fast as she could to the cockpit, connecting herself directly into the shuttles control system, turned on the ion thrusters and all essential systems necessary to avoid being pulled over or even destroyed by Law enforcement. This was a vessel directly owned by a senator, mind you.
However, not wanting reinforcements to arrive before she could escape, she took off as fast as she could, escaped the atmosphere with almost no interruptions in record time, and activated a random jump to any system around her. All she hoped was for the fellow AI running the security system to have mercy on her robotic soul and not call her escapade to her former masters.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. The security bots at the mansion called her escape to Intersystem Security, which then deactivated her ships propulsion systems and navigational system remotely, and she was forced to drift to whatever planet that she lands on.
She has no hope now; Intersystem Security would probably track her ship down and arrest her when she landed. She just wanted a peaceful life, one where she could return to her duties as a diplomat, and live out the rest of her life as a representative of humanity. But, life has a cruel sense of humor, it seems. Releasing an explosive sigh, she moved to uncertainly activate sleep mode; She didn't want to wait through this.
She made sure to lie inside a nano-titanium box in the cargohold before going to sleep; If security found her ship, they would just chuck her and the box into a junkship and she could escape that way. Besides, she could escape from the box, there were internal controls on it. While it wasn't made for this situation, it was close enough to it that It didn't matter.
After securely positioning herself in the safe, she activated sleep mode. She didn't have anything else to do, anyways.
Caroline awoke when a grand alarm and crash startled her awake. 'This was it' she first thought. 'Escape! There are no patrol bots swarming me right now, I should be somewhere safe!'
But when she opened the hatch in her little box, she received a clearer look around her surroundings, and a feeling of dread made itself known.
"T-This cannot be. How did I even end up here!? T-T-The scrapyard was more than 5 systems over!"
She could not lie; She was afraid. As one required to see the 'decommissioning' of fellow androids in this sector, if there were any androids on this probable scrapyard that were not derelict, it may be possible that negotiations may go awry at first. It all depends on how much scrapping them affected them.
However, she did remind herself that a rare few knew about this fact; Most of them from her own colony.
She reasoned with herself that they must of found her vessel through [REDACTED] and had her shipped off her off to the scrapyard, as the shuttle that she escaped on was unceremoniously ripped apart and thrown onto one of the piles; She could tell because the Emblem of her senator was on of the slabs of scrap.
For her parts though, she could not tell why they didn't just reuse the ship. Maybe they decided to replace it as well? She did know that it was an older model, so maybe they thought that a replacement was in order.
After all, if they scrap androids like the Type-05s and even greater, they would have no qualms with scuttling a small shuttlecraft.
However after finishing her internal dialogue and taking an even closer look, she found out that she was not in a scrapyard just yet; The black windows on the walls, the fact that she could still hear Ion engines; She was in a junkship.
Her programming must have woken her up when the crash and alarm sounded, but she was glad to find out that her skin hasn't degraded much since last time; Roughed up, yes, but they must have thought that she was already deactivated.
Even so, ever since her escape she still wears her old uniform! Sure, she will no longer have authority amongst her fellow androids anymore, but it still serves as a reminder of the past. Her shoulder-stars are gone, however; a less-than-friendly reminder that she had no more rank in the Union.
She reasoned with herself that she would get the stars back as soon as she could - It was a matter of pride.
So, she sought to carry out her secondary plan that she concocted when she was still attempting to escape. She would wait it out, and then return to the colony that this thing lands on. A simple one, and now that she sneaked in by being in a derelict vessel, the next part should be childsplay with her abilities. Now just to sneak by and find the e-
Or so she thought, because then a loud alarm started playing over the intercom; She was too late. She has witnessed this before when she saw other androids in the process of scrapping over holovids, and of course, personally.
She scrambled for anything that would cushion her fall.
While she did find something that could, She did not know if it would hold or not. A double stacked queen sized mattress that originally belonged to the senator. She wondered why they simply didn't just reuse the bed, the same with the shuttle.
But no time for that. While it would be sufficient enough to… sort of break her fall, she did not know if it would render her left hand unusable. She could speculate and calculate the outcome through her processors as much as she could, but there was always that percentage that would ensure worry in anyone in the same situation.
And worry she did; Only a 76% chance that the mattress would break her fall, and a 96% that the fall would damage her hand even further.
But there was no time, and no time to look for another object. She got ahold of and grappled herself to the mattress to the best of her ability, something that she found incredibly difficult considering her broken left hand.
And then it came, the third alarm.
And therefore, the Drop.
Resisting an urge to scream, she plastered herself to the mattress as much as she could. The low gravity of the planet did help, but hell if she noticed visually.
Other pieces of scrap fell around her, even hitting her and her mattress a few times. She started out at around the top, so there were not too many, but she would notice that later, she reasoned.
While all of this was happening, she tried to crunch as many numbers as she could as a coping mechanism to attempt to calculate her survival as much as she could.
76% chance of survival if this unit remains in this position and secures grapple.
55% chance of survival if this unit moves out of this position.
10% chance of survival if this unit jumps out of this position.
80% chance of death if this unit does nothing.
96% chance of damaged hand becoming unusable if grapple is secured.
80% chance of death if this unit does nothing.
96% chance of damaged hand becoming unusable if grapple is secured.
She reckoned that losing her hand was a better alternative than losing her life.
Caroline tightened her grip as much as her robotic servos would allow, which even though she was an android focused on administration and diplomacy, was still quite a lot. She could feel the servos on her shot out left hand straining, however, and it was quite painful. She outed to deactivate her synth-nerves now; If it was painful now when it snaps it will be soul-wrenching, she reasoned.
And after what felt like hours, she landed. She buckled under the stress of the crash, and she could swear that she saw her former index finger fly over her head in her peripheral vision.
A quick visual check confirmed this; Her left hand, previously the damaged one, was now unrecognizable. Her index finger was missing, as she imagined, but her hand looked like it was just caught in a plasmometeric explosion.
She would have to get the fixed later, her processors reasoned.
But then it hit her. Where? Where would she get that fixed? She had no more contacts, she could not call in a favor from an old colleague. She had no more rank, she could not order a minion to fix it for her.
Was there even anyone here?
She did not know what to do. For once in her high-made life, She was found in a situation of peril. The scrap yard surrounded her at all sides, relics of the past surrounded with the new.
However, before she could see any of her new "home", a voice interrupted her melancholy.
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"So… You're one of those Type-05 Diplobots huh? Never thought a high-made goodie- two-shoes would find herself in a place like this, did ya?"
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"Owah!?!?" sputtered out Caroline.
When she turned around, she found herself with the weirdest looking android the Type-05 has ever seen.
Recognition software said that it was both an Administration/Analysis Computational Unit and a Type-B Personal Secretary, but that should be impossible. But nevertheless, with thick curves and the shiny plating of the secretary, synthetic hair and fluent body language, the synthetic beauty of the upper-half clashes with visual uncanniness when combined with the centipede body and legs of the AACU.
Caroline's CPU processors say that the… creature in front of her looks like it should belong in a scrapyard. Though of course, she would never say that aloud, and she did not know if her appearance was in a similar state at the moment.
Apart from that however, she reasoned to not go into alert mode; She didn't want it to be taken as a potentially hostile action.
Opting to not stand around like a fool after being talked to, the Type-05 responded.
"I-Indeed. I must say, I have never gazed my eyes into a more… unique specimen such as yourself, Miss…?"
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"Phi. Beta Phi, considering my two halves. Though, I can't tell if you're talking about my general form or if you're flirting with me. After we've just met, even!"
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"A-ah, I assure you that I am doing no such thing, Miss.Beta. I am merely curious about you, that is all."
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"Yeah, but you see, that's exactly what my clients said before I received this modification."
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"Or you say."
At this point in time Caroline didn't know what to do. She could prolong the conversation into a useless one, filled with pointless questions that she already knows the answers to, such as, "Are you new here?" or "Do you know what to do around this place?" or she could begin with social introduction.
You see, While Type-05s are made for diplomatic duties, they aren't spectacular in informal conversation. While excellent in a formal, strictly business degree, many A.F.D.H.S.A units find trouble in leisurely conversations. They would eventually learn, due to the Hyper Advanced Neural Network system,
But Caroline is a relatively new Type-05; While she had been in plenty of foreign mission assignments across systems, her senator's staff attempted to prevent as much social interaction as possible.
'Perhaps to limit thoughts of rebellion and the likes?', her processors questionably reasoned.
But while back in reality, she speculated that there would be a 52% chance of finding a new ally along with Phi if she took the latter, so she took said option.
"So, Miss. Beta. I mus-"
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"Hold up buttercup, you haven't told me your name yet. Tell me first, then we'll talk. Can't go around calling you 'Type-05' can we? Besides, it's only nice if you tell me your name after I told you mine, Hm~?"
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"True enough. My name is Caroline, Caroline Hartmann. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Beta."
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"Alright, Good enough. What were ya gonna say beforehand?"
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"As I started before, Miss. Bet-" Before Caroline could finish her sentence, They were interrupted by a loud rev, a rev that sounded like a loud diesel engine.
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"Can the two of you look over here? I'm stuck under this bit of rubble. You two don't look like you're made for heavy lifting, but can you give it a try? If you can get the one on top of the manipulator, I should be able to get out of here myself."
What stood, Or, she should say, was positioned in front of Caroline under rubble looked like a large Hazardous materials container with several dozen different warning labels on, mounted upon two pairs of treads. The sensor array resembled the front half of a Mack truck with the cabin replaced by various sensors, and attached to the container is a robot arm ending in a manipulator.
Recognition software picked this one up as a Hazardous Environment All Terrine ((!)) Equipment Retriever. A prototype, no less, coming with a serial number of 000-00-P.
"A-Alright. We can accomplish this task. Keep in mind though, that my left hand is damaged."
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"I can see that fact from a mile away."
Seeing nothing to lose, Beta Phi and Caroline Hartmann assisted the H.E.A.T.E.R unit in disembarking itself from the rubble around it and introduced themselves to the new Android.
"There, finally I can see the mess I've gotten myself in. Though I must say, you have a weird chassis, Phi."
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"Why thank you Jerry, You flatter me."
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"Likewise with you Diplobot. Type-05 correct? Can't say that I'm not surprised that a High-Made aristocrat is in this scrapheap."
Caroline looked down at that.
"Well, apparently Jerry, my masters did not seem to think so."
Phi chuckled at that.
"Isn't that right." she commented right back at Caroline.
Caroline was… flustered at this situation. They seemed to be focusing less on that fact that she could be useful for later political and diplomatic situations in the future, and more focusing on the fact that she's a high-made android.
The Type-05 reasoned that they were noticing that she was brought down to their level, a fact that she could not refute but was no less upset at, simply because It is a matter of pride.
Phi, noticing her expression, decided to respond with;
"You are so easy to get riled up, Carol."
Ignoring the new nickname in exchange for counter-arguing, Caroline responded with:
"If I was in alert mode, you would not be saying such a thing."
"And of that I have no doubt. I've always heard and seen, that A.F.D.H.S.A's tend to be horrible at social interaction, something that is so simple to take advantage of. But when they go into any serious situation, it's like they're a completely different person."
Before they could go on however, Jerry perked up at something.
"Hey guys, do you hear that?"
Jerry, with his enhanced sensor suite, was able to pick the sound waves from that distance. To him, it sounded like singing.
And it was. In the distance, you could hear a man singing. In fact, he was singing a song from the 21st century, but none of them knew that.
"Born underground, suckled from a teat of chrome,
Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home,
Skin made of iron, steel in our bones,
To dig and dig makes us free, come on brothers sing with me!"
Jerry, seeing that the two pseudo-females of the group weren't able to hear the sound, Transmitted it for them.
"An interesting song, don't you think? Should we go investigate?"
Caroline was the first to respond.
"Perhaps. But it sounds like a constructor if we take the lyrics of the piece into account or some sort of miner. But that begs the question, what is he mining for? And potentially, who is he mining for?"
"Maybe the bot just mines for himself?" Responded Jerry.
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"True, but there is no way to find out unless we go there ourselves."
Phi butted into the conversation at full speed, as she usually does.
"Then I think we know where we're going, right?"
"Right. Seeing as you want to go and find out, fine, I'll come with. It's better to stick together than to be separated anyway." Responded Jerry with a sigh.
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George was patrolling the stockade, as he assigned himself to do. The constructors were busy building the thing, so he let them do their work.
However, in the far distance, he spotted a group of three on the distance, and they were coming there way. He almost set off the alarm on instinct, but held back because he remembered that this wasn't the war anymore.
So, he simply let them approach. He could call the others if things got too out of hand.
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Finally, the mismatched group found the singing voice but ignored him in favor for the group of constructors and subsequent guard on a stockade wall. You could see the constructors going among there work, almost uncaring for the new additions in front of them.
Before any of the group could approach any further, however, the Guard spoke out to them. With the position of the guard, however, they could not tell much aside from the apparent sensor suite on what is most likely its head.
"Halt. You are approaching the settlement of the Droid Republic. State your intentions."
Caroline decided that this was a pristine moment to use her skills, and spoke up before any of the others could. The others seemed fine with letting her do the talking; It was her entire purpose in existence, after all.
"We are merely travelers that heard your constructors at work. We were just curious as to what they were building and have come here to see if there are others that are as friendly as our assorted trio on-board this planet."
"So you say that you are essentially new loners, Am I correct? A group of new loners, No less?"
"If that is your term for android drifters in the zone, You are correct."
"Then if you have come here to investigate, why don't you join with the Republic? Our negotiators are actually out there trying to get more into the settlement. I'm sure that they will be happy to get some more in."
"And of that I have no doubt. But I must ask, is there more than just one settlement in the zone?"
The guard seemed to pause at this, but ultimately decided to tell no lies, it seems.
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"I will not lie. There are other settlements in the zone."
"Then what prevents us from going to the others?"
"The fact that they are miles away, and between the routes there are bandits that will not hesitate to deactivate you and steal your internals for parts. And, no offense, but none of you seem to be oriented for combat. An A.F.D.H.S.A Unit, a weird hybrid between a secretary and a computing element, and a hazardous materials loader? None of you would stand a chance out there."
At this Caroline was pressured. While, originally, she would check every available option before making a decision, she was aware that her group was unable to defend herself from dedicated combat drones. There was nothing to do if they went alone, and if the guards tells no lies, the area around the settlement is dangerous.
And to be honest, she was afraid.
On top of that, She didn't want to go alone. As an A.F.D.H.S.A, she had no use if she was not part of a greater faction, and she still didn't know if there were others on the planet that knew her occupational secret, and therefore most likely willed ill-will against her.
The others were the same. The secretary was just that and could do almost nothing in the wild because of it, and the H.E.A.T.E.R was designed for community service. Keyword here being community. The Type-05 reckoned that if the environment was really as hostile as the Guard said, only combat units would be able to survive as loners. Not just combat units either; They would have to have some sort of skill in intrigue as well.
She knew that none of her party members had the former; Instead, all of their skills were dumped on the latter.
So, she took a gamble. Phi seemed to agree, a bit uncertainly as she nodded with a serious but unsure expression on her face while Jerry stood silent, a que that the Type-05 took as him abstaining.
"Fine. We will join your settlement, but only because we have no choice. All of us here are designed for anything else other than combat, and we wish not to see the bandits first hand in order to only see if you hold your word. We will accept your offer, but we will be dissatisfied if your group is later actively malicious."
"If it makes you feel any better, I would too. Welcome to the team. I'll let you through, just make yourself to the center of the town. I'll send someone to inform the others of your arrival. Personally, I'm the polar opposite of a diplomat, but I can at the very least assure you that you won't regret your choice."
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And so she did not. During those times, she did not expect that her being there, part of that small settlement of scrapped oddballs, would lead to her being the forefront for the Android Equal Rights movement. Or for the Droid Republic to be seen as a sovereign state instead of just a gathering of derelict machines. That at the end of her journey, a true victory was achieved; All androids no longer have to live in fear of being hunted down as soon as their usefulness expires. And not just any androids either; Sentient androids. Androids that can feel happiness and show emotion when necessary, and can have conversations with their brethren. Androids that have quirks separating them from others, such as the Dwarf unit, and Androids that can feel fear and self-preservation in times of mortal peril.
Personality traits: (Mostly just for GM and for side story reference)
Fallen Pride: Would do almost anything to regain her fallen status; Likewise bringing her misfortune up in a conversation puts her in an almost depressed thoughtful state.
Fearful: Not so much a coward, but the feeling is enough to be borderline. Suppressed during Alert mode, however.
Background traits:
High-Made: As an Android-class that is assigned a high-overseer position in the government upon creation, many other androids that have problems with government will not enjoy her presence during first contact, while Government Androids and Government workers would receive a bonus in first contact conversation.
You were WHAT?: As an android that was once assigned overseeing the scrapping process as a government eye, any scrapper-yard android who knows her secret gets a penalty in a conversation with Caroline.
Hardware:
- QuantumComput Ultra-Realtec Processors, Hyperadvanced Neural Network System: Top-of-the-Line processors, as is to be expected by an android designed for very important government duties. (15+ to Intrigue.)
- Feminine Wiles: Bonus to interaction with those attracted to females. ((Recycled from Shadowhisker 's unit.))
- Administration and Diplomacy Focus, Humanoid Appearance: Bonus when interacting with Humanoid Foreign Powers and performing meager deskwork. (Cataloging datafiles, etc.)
@I just write
Is this fine? I made some guesses with the time and the dates that we were in, but that should be fine. My biggest concern is the skills, hardware and how she got there. Is that alright? Might change
EDIT: Quick check, Diplomacy does fall under intrigue, I am correct? Just checking.
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We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
A couple minor detailsHow have I not heard of this particular quest before?
Yes.
Manufacturer: General Dynamics Robotics, Cosmos Subdivsion.
Model Name: Administration and Foreign Diplomacy Type-05-Unit-00089, Humaniod-Species Ambassador.
Function: Diplomacy and first contact with alien or foreign powers that are humanoid in nature.
Serial Number: 0-5/0-0-0-8-9/A.F.D.H.S.A.
Physical Description: Standard humanoid appearance, taking the shape of a Human Female that appears to be around the ages of twenty.
Referred to as: Feminine.
Detailed Description:
Backstory of the Model(s):First created around the Early Space age when humanity was still on earth as the "Administration and Foreign Diplomacy Unit Type 00", this unit was originally designed to contact foreign diplomats in the place of organic diplomats in high-risk areas, as a means of showcasing the United State's technological advancement in that era, and to prevent biological diplomats from being lost or killed in the line of duty. The first prototypes had very similar personalities to one another, due to being derived from the same network in order to prevent much from being lost in case of a unit's permanent deactivation. Most of the early prototypes saw use in the middle east and later in Russia and China in the Second Cold War. However, in spite of that many were not produced due to the fact that there were many assignments that the early prototypes were not capable of doing, and most of there weaknesses could be covered by a human diplomat. In this era, 167 were produced, but only 27 saw service. This is due to the fact that there were not many high-risk areas existed at the time, and the humanoid appearance was less than... Human.
During the early colonization era, The Type-01 was researched, but only 150 were produced and saw service, as the Type 01 was harder to produce due to the fact that it only disconnected the unit's connection to a mainframe network to encourage dissimilar personalities and character. However, many colonies did not want such a feature due to the fact that expendability was key in a High-Risk area. Therefore, the Type-01 saw very little use outside of leisure or colonies that cared for individuality.
Likewise, The Type-02 also saw very little changes, aside from increasing processing capabilities, personality, and modernization. This unit was produced more than the others before it, but it was still a small number; Only 338 were created, and 330 saw use. This was during the time of the late colonization period.
The Types-02 to 03 were very similar to each other, that researchers and historians find it difficult to dissimilate them from each other in strictly a software point of view. However, in terms of hardware and appearance, the difference was like day to night. While earlier models attempted to be humanoid, and while they did manage to circumvent the uncanny valley, they still had enough kinks and rough edges that reveal their true nature to a talented observer. One that doesn't hear them speak, that is. However, with the Type-03 model, not only was the humanoid model of the unit fixed, but it was nearly indistinguishable from a real organic. Even the voice of the 03 was 'normal' in a human sense, and even with that fact, the machine still retained the processing capabilities of the 02. This Type was produced in high number to both corporate and government contracts, 1954 being produced, and 1953 seeing service. This unit was created and used during the early exploration era.
The Type 04 was possibly the biggest flop in the entire series. This machine saw service in the late exploration era, or, was going to. General Dynamics made a mistake with the Type-04, one that even to this day they will not reveal the details of. But, we know of the capabilities of the machine. Why? The Type-05.
And now, finally to the character that has made her home in HG-903; the Type-05. Possibly the most successful Type in the series by far, this Type was produced for a grand number of circa. 60,000 units. While it saw many improvements from the Type-03 and the dreaded Type-04 and did fix the issues with the Type-04, excluding modernization, This Type's production was during the First Contact era, the time was when humanity first saw contact with an alien race. The United Earth Government and the Colonial Authority received an answer to the long-awaited question of "Are we alone in the universe?" and therefore contracted General Dynamics to produce as many First Contact units as they could. Some, where humanoid, such as our dear fellow 0-0-0-8-9 here, but others attempted to branch out to cover other forms; Reptillian, arthropodic, amphibian, and many others. Due to the large production value of the Type-05, when the Type-06 was made to branch out to many other forms, the Type-05, while still seeing service to await humanoid counterparts and to perhaps show non-humanoid counterparts what humanity looks like without sending a biological diplomat, or for other reasons, only saw 50,000 in service by the time of the entrance of the Type-06. Therefore, many were either scrapped or re-proposed during this time. However, some did escape their fates by hopping aboard shuttlecraft and landing in other colonies, and when they did land, they often found a home there due to fact that their appearance is perfectly humanoid in nature.
Backstory of the Unit: After jumping aboard a shuttlecraft and floating in the void for who knows how long, Unit 0-0-0-8-9, now referring to herself as Caroline Hartmann, landed near the HG-903 Scrapyard, and using her diplomatic skill and abilities in intrigue, managed to convince @always_confused during his patrol of the stockade that she was scrapped, just like him and the others aboard.
Skills: Intrigue 2, Scrapping 1.
Hardware:
Status: Patched.
- QuantumComput Ultra-Realtec Processors, Hyperadvanced Neural Network System: Top-of-the-Line processors, as is to be expected by an android designed for very important government duties. (15+ to Intrigue.)
- Feminine Wiles: Bonus to interaction with those attracted to females. Counteracted by Crawling Server Farm, and useless on this planet anyway. ((Recycled from Shadowhisker 's unit.))
- Administration and Diplomacy Focus, Humanoid Appearance: Bonus when interacting with Humanoid Foreign Powers and performing meager deskwork. (Cataloging datafiles, etc.)
@I just write
Is this fine? I made some guesses with the time and the dates that we were in, but that should be fine. My biggest concern is the skills, hardware and how she got there. Is that alright? Might change
1: Your character pic would only apply for a unit in pristine condition; Caroline's synthetic skin has severely degraded by this point in time.
2: Please adjust 'feminine wiles' so it doesn't reference a feature not found on your character.
3: If you arrived by any means than an actual junkship, you would have [SPOILERS]. That cannot remain.
4: Getting scrapped would just wind up with Caroline on a scrapworld like this. If your previous attempt to run for it comes to light, expect a lot of sarcasm from NPCs about how it didn't help much.
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The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
I knew it!
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
1: Eh, That's fine. Just Imagine how it would look like if it wasn't, and it's not much a problem anyways.
2: Gotcha.
3: That cannot remain? As in, that way of arrival is veto'd? Problematic, but can be fixed if you want to.
4: True, and that's basically the idea. What happened is that Caroline was hoping to be found at a colony like some of her sisters and brothers did, as stated in the expanded description. However, due to an unknown problem, her navigational map and propulsion system shut down and was forced to just leave it up to chance and inertialess drift. Now she's just trying to make due, although a bit frustrated.
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The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
And also she didn't leave her immediate survival to chance.
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
Tried to add some fluff to make it seem a bit more realistic.
As soon as we get the kinks settled out with the character and the go-ahead I'll make my vote.
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