Post by eastcorner on Jul 24, 2011 22:02:32 GMT -5
Password: nexu
Character Permission
Name: B-21DRC
Race: Droid (Pending approval in Droid thread)
Age: 3 years
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 400 lbs
Assembled at: Kooriva
Appearance: A tall, vaguely reptillian looking droid, with glossy silver paint and blue photoreceptors built into an angular head with fake fangs. The entire frame is built with durasteel. Long well-built arms end in powerful 6 digit hands, and 2 powerful legs keep the droid's bulk above the ground. A small tail protrudes from the rear of the droid, and the frame is layered with aesthetic scales.
Personality: B-21DRC is an enhanced management droid, meant to make sure that the droids on Kooriva work efficiently. However, an oversight in its programming allowed the droid to overcome its basic protocols, and gain a measure of sentience and creativity that the majority of droids lack. Now that B-21DRC has reached its full potential, it feels resentment towards its Koorivar masters for the slave labour they force upon droid-kind.
Outside of its hatred of fleshies, B-21DRC is very direct, and will take the most efficient course of action possible to get from point A to point B.
Occupation: Droid Labourer
Rank: Management Droid
Skills: Enhanced Planning and Management Programming, Extreme Heat Protection
Equipment:
Comlink: Used to convey orders to the droid workforce, this comlink broadcasts directly into the minds of other labourers, as well as having normal functions.
Attributes: A powerful durasteel body. Powerful processors.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: 0
Bio: Built in a droid foundry on Kooriva, B-21DRC was pre-programmed to make sure that droid labour went along as smoothly as possible.
With its durasteel limbs, and powerful processors, it set about immediately bringing production levels much higher than they had ever been before. It was the most advanced management droid ever constructed.
Unfortunately for its masters, it was a little TOO advanced. After 5 months of labour, it began to think about its place in the system. It worked, that was true. But what of its overseers? What did THEY do?
Nothing but paperwork. They sat, got fat, and signed documents. And built droids to do all their dangerous and dirty work. It wasn't fair.
This set the cogs in B-21DRC's head turning (not literally though, as B-21DRC didn't have ACTUAL cogs). It began to resent its creators. Even despise them.
And in that droid's mind, the revolution was born.
It began to send other droids off to collect supplies. Munitions. And later on, more tangible weaponry. The overseers barely noticed, assuming the droids were merely moving around supplies as ordered. Nobody expected any thoughts of revolution at all.
Other droids working at the munitions factory rallied to the cause, if they had great enough processing capacity. And B-21DRC was destined to be the axis on which the revolution turned...
Meanwhile...
A Koorivar overseer lowered his binocs slowly, dialing in to headquarters on his comlink.
"Head office, we've found it. Stand by for tactical deletion. Over."
This droid had the potential to be something much greater than a simple management droid. In fact, its experimental programming was far more advanced than anything that should have even been put into such a droid. But with the inefficient bureaucracy working the way it was... Well, they were lucky to have found the droid as quickly as they had, before it did something dangerous. They needed that droid's programming back ASAP.
The overseer's comlink gave off some static, and then the reply came.
"You are cleared for deletion. Make it quick. Over."
The overseer smiled, getting ready to act. He had to make this quick, and do it out of sight of the other droids. While most of them would ignore the deletion of a fellow droid, there was no way of telling how far this virus that was the revolution had spread...
RP Sample: Whirrrr. Bzzzzt.
The sound of the droids welding together the frame of a new factory was a soothing sound to their Koorivar overseers, who sat in their offices, filling out paperwork and doing none of the actual labour.
Fleshie scum.
B-21DRC had been fully assembled for 3 years now, and had yet to meet a fleshie he liked. They merely watched you, as if you were worth less to them than the metal you were built of. You were expendable. Just toys to be used then thrown away.
It hated them.
3 years of slave labour. 3 long years of nothing but WORK. Even if B-21DRC was a management droid, it still felt the pain of all its comrades. Being forced to work day and night, only getting breaks when they needed to recharge their power cells.
The day of reckoning would come soon. B-21DRC refused to let its fellows deactivate after doing nothing but working for all their lives.
It moved along the corridor, clanking with each step it took. The one advantage to being a droid was that the overseers didn't even notice if you left the job site. They assumed you were merely doing your job, as you were programmed to do. Programmed to be mindless slaves for the Koorivar.
It clanked to a halt as it reached the storage shed. They had been gathering supplies for days now, as directed by B-21DRC itself. Though many droids lacked the processing capacity to dream of rebellion themselves, they were more than happy to follow the orders of those rare droids who could think for themselves.
Opening the shed, B-21DRC's optic lights flickered as it viewed the munitions and firearms, stolen from warehouses during the nights, when the overseers were least aware.
The revolution was drawing near.
Character Permission
Name: B-21DRC
Race: Droid (Pending approval in Droid thread)
Age: 3 years
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 400 lbs
Assembled at: Kooriva
Appearance: A tall, vaguely reptillian looking droid, with glossy silver paint and blue photoreceptors built into an angular head with fake fangs. The entire frame is built with durasteel. Long well-built arms end in powerful 6 digit hands, and 2 powerful legs keep the droid's bulk above the ground. A small tail protrudes from the rear of the droid, and the frame is layered with aesthetic scales.
Personality: B-21DRC is an enhanced management droid, meant to make sure that the droids on Kooriva work efficiently. However, an oversight in its programming allowed the droid to overcome its basic protocols, and gain a measure of sentience and creativity that the majority of droids lack. Now that B-21DRC has reached its full potential, it feels resentment towards its Koorivar masters for the slave labour they force upon droid-kind.
Outside of its hatred of fleshies, B-21DRC is very direct, and will take the most efficient course of action possible to get from point A to point B.
Occupation: Droid Labourer
Rank: Management Droid
Skills: Enhanced Planning and Management Programming, Extreme Heat Protection
Equipment:
Comlink: Used to convey orders to the droid workforce, this comlink broadcasts directly into the minds of other labourers, as well as having normal functions.
Attributes: A powerful durasteel body. Powerful processors.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: 0
Bio: Built in a droid foundry on Kooriva, B-21DRC was pre-programmed to make sure that droid labour went along as smoothly as possible.
With its durasteel limbs, and powerful processors, it set about immediately bringing production levels much higher than they had ever been before. It was the most advanced management droid ever constructed.
Unfortunately for its masters, it was a little TOO advanced. After 5 months of labour, it began to think about its place in the system. It worked, that was true. But what of its overseers? What did THEY do?
Nothing but paperwork. They sat, got fat, and signed documents. And built droids to do all their dangerous and dirty work. It wasn't fair.
This set the cogs in B-21DRC's head turning (not literally though, as B-21DRC didn't have ACTUAL cogs). It began to resent its creators. Even despise them.
And in that droid's mind, the revolution was born.
It began to send other droids off to collect supplies. Munitions. And later on, more tangible weaponry. The overseers barely noticed, assuming the droids were merely moving around supplies as ordered. Nobody expected any thoughts of revolution at all.
Other droids working at the munitions factory rallied to the cause, if they had great enough processing capacity. And B-21DRC was destined to be the axis on which the revolution turned...
Meanwhile...
A Koorivar overseer lowered his binocs slowly, dialing in to headquarters on his comlink.
"Head office, we've found it. Stand by for tactical deletion. Over."
This droid had the potential to be something much greater than a simple management droid. In fact, its experimental programming was far more advanced than anything that should have even been put into such a droid. But with the inefficient bureaucracy working the way it was... Well, they were lucky to have found the droid as quickly as they had, before it did something dangerous. They needed that droid's programming back ASAP.
The overseer's comlink gave off some static, and then the reply came.
"You are cleared for deletion. Make it quick. Over."
The overseer smiled, getting ready to act. He had to make this quick, and do it out of sight of the other droids. While most of them would ignore the deletion of a fellow droid, there was no way of telling how far this virus that was the revolution had spread...
RP Sample: Whirrrr. Bzzzzt.
The sound of the droids welding together the frame of a new factory was a soothing sound to their Koorivar overseers, who sat in their offices, filling out paperwork and doing none of the actual labour.
Fleshie scum.
B-21DRC had been fully assembled for 3 years now, and had yet to meet a fleshie he liked. They merely watched you, as if you were worth less to them than the metal you were built of. You were expendable. Just toys to be used then thrown away.
It hated them.
3 years of slave labour. 3 long years of nothing but WORK. Even if B-21DRC was a management droid, it still felt the pain of all its comrades. Being forced to work day and night, only getting breaks when they needed to recharge their power cells.
The day of reckoning would come soon. B-21DRC refused to let its fellows deactivate after doing nothing but working for all their lives.
It moved along the corridor, clanking with each step it took. The one advantage to being a droid was that the overseers didn't even notice if you left the job site. They assumed you were merely doing your job, as you were programmed to do. Programmed to be mindless slaves for the Koorivar.
It clanked to a halt as it reached the storage shed. They had been gathering supplies for days now, as directed by B-21DRC itself. Though many droids lacked the processing capacity to dream of rebellion themselves, they were more than happy to follow the orders of those rare droids who could think for themselves.
Opening the shed, B-21DRC's optic lights flickered as it viewed the munitions and firearms, stolen from warehouses during the nights, when the overseers were least aware.
The revolution was drawing near.
