Post by Casual on Oct 10, 2009 1:04:48 GMT -5
Name: T3-M6 "Tee-Three"
Race: N/A (Droid)
Age: 3 years
Height: 0.96 meter
Weight: 60 lb.s
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
By Duwani Mechanical Products
Occupation: Computer Splicing, Misc Crime, etc.
Rank: N/A
Bio:
T3-M6 was designed on Coruscant. He was then ordered from Coruscant to a Crime Lord known as Barlex Charmeg on the smuggler's moon: Nar Shaddaa. He was put to work for one and a half years. Due to the Crime Lord and a few of his henchmen's taking a liking to T3's personality, they decided not to give him memory wipes. Soon, his personality grew and grew much more sporadic and given to his own desires. His skill with slicing was becoming exceptional as well. Soon, the Crime syndicate he was working for became wary of this new T3. He began to become increasingly independent. It was time for a long due memory wipe.
Over the year and a half T3 had spent with this syndicate, he had become increasingly valueable in their operations. His computer understanding and database maintainence soon grew to the peak his model could handle. With this came arrogance in his personality. With arrogance came an increased desire for independence. The most coveted of his abilities was his skill in computer slicing. He was able to access bank accounts for the various syndicate's "fund raisers" as well as security doors.
There was one such instance that stands out was fifteen months into his operations with Barlex Charmeg. It was one of their most daring operations. Two of his minions and T3 were sent on an assassination mission to the very office of a rival Crime Lord. Getting there was easy pickings, a few fake ID's and some clandestine incapacitations and they could make it to the door of the office. This was primarily because the door to Chipoo Talung's office was rumored to be unopenable. It should be known that T3 never gets tired of opening doors. It's in his programming. And over the course of a career of hacking and slicing, he grew to not only love such a job, but he grew cocky in performing it. This was his chance to shine. They made it to the door and had told those standing by that T3 was merely running repairs on the door. So the process began. He only had a short time until Chipoo was informed by his secritary about the "repair droid". T3 began poking this and prodding that, peicing together the puzzle that is victory. Time was against him and the stakes were high. Just as the lockdown initiated, the door made that classic click. It opened abruptly and the Crime Lord was no more. The bystanders, however, were not only baffled that the door had been opened, but that their great leader had been killed before their very eyes. The problem is, they were minions, and were loyal to the cause of their deceased leader. So naturally a firefight broke out, and amidst the chaos, T3 returned home a champion. His ego had never been so big.
So it had come to this point where enough was enough. The syndicate's mainenance sentient was charged with deceiving T3 into allowing him to get into his programming and wipe his memory. This did not go over well. While the sentient was preparing to wipe T3's memory, T3 happened to notice the datapad on the table. With a to-do list clearly visible. Right on the to-do list: Wipe T3 memory.
Being a T3 unit who worked on the side of organized crime, he naturally possessed a blaster pistol on his person. As well as a shock arm. Long story short, T3 left the room with a maintenance guy lying on the ground behind him. Dead. (As the mainanence man attempted to get into T3's head to begin the memory wipe, T3 backed up and knocked him over. The man was upset and started to berate him, to which T3 shocked him and capped him in the head with his blaster pistol). T3 knew he would be hunted down for this, but surely they wouldn't care enough to persue him off-planet. So T3 sliced some records on a transportation console, and "hopped" aboard a transport. The records indicated that he was but a humble droid headed to his new master on Yavin. The trip itself would turn out to be uneventful, but the rewards. At least that's what T3 had been led to understand. You see, in his time working on the database and hacking into various computer systems, T3 became aware of many things. Such as the various current factions. Such as the Sith Empire/aristocrats. Such as, a kush job aboard a Sith Empire vessel. Maybe that of the top dog aristocrat. This became T3's motive. To become the longest living, and most successful computer slicing droid around. The fact that he was also quite adept at computer maintenance and such other duties as a utility droid is programmed for, would merely aid in his mission for longevity in life. After all, who takes care of their personal craft's droids the best? Why, only the rich and powerful. So thought T3. Thus begins T3's sojourn towards the planet of Yavin, and from there, a way to Muunilist...
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -1
RP Sample:
"Faster ya hunk-a-junk!" whispered the bounty hunter. On the other side of this securely sealed door lay the hunter's prize. A senator on his getaway retreat. No witnesses for miles. Not even a naggy wife. Nope. This senator was taking a real vacation. Which is exactly what T3 was in need of.
"Look, I don't know how in the world you ended up on my ship, but if you don't want to end up as scrap metal... dammit, just open the dam door!"
T3 didn't care how he ended on on this guy's ship. He didn't know why he was even helping this fool. All he knew was, this was one of the most complex and secure security doors T3 had ever encountered. It was a challenge, and one T3 couldn't resist. The intricacies of the door were like a game to him. It was a big puzzle and T3 was rapidly solving it. He was peicing it together with so much... could you call it? "Joy." He was so pleased with the challenge, he almost didn't realize that it was now ready.
*Click*
*Swoosh*
The door opened, giving way for a large library chamber. In a sentient's mind this would be odd, but for T3, he couldn't care less. He was a champion. He had mastered the door. He gave a few tweets and whistles exclaiming how triumphant and superior he was to all things computerized. Whilst in the background, the bounty hunter known as Trigg Lee was beating the mess out of the senator and slapping some stun-cuffs to his wrists. Apparently, however, amdist the struggle, an alarm had been sounded. Why this alarm hadn't been activated before the door was open probably arises out of the fact that the senator was so sure of his door. That pitful failure of a door. That thing was childsplay.
"Lets get the heck outta here," the bounty hunter remarked, slinging the now unconsious senator over his shoulder.
"Tweet, toot ba beep ba boop" T3 spouted.
"Yea, whatev-" the bounty hunter cut himself off. There, staring at them down the hallway, were two hunter-killer droids. Both droid and bounty hunter quickly ducked back into the room. T3 looked at the bounty hunter and saw that he was without blaster. He then made a quick glance down the hallway and saw a blaster laying three feet behind the droids. He shook his head and tweeted his pity.
"Don't give me that crap, it's my first time," the bounty hunter said, shrugging off the senator. He grabbed a few books from the shelf next to him and proceeded to throw them at the advancing hunter-killer droids,ducking in and out of their line of fire each time he threw one, "At least be glad this guy doesn't have anything better to throw at us." He nodded his head towards the limp senator.
The droids soon entered the room, both Trigg and T3 were on opposite sides of the circular door. They were side-by side, and began to scout the room in front of them. Apparently their AI was a bit lacking as they had their sides exposed to both T3 and Trigg, who began to shake his head vigorously that T3 would not try anything or make any noise. The only noise T3 decided to make at that point was that of his shock arm into the hunter-killer next to him. The ion shock sent its leg underneath itself and the droid toppled over. T3 then proceeded to extract his blaster pistol attachment on his head and blast the downed droid in his head. This obviously startled the other droid who turned to T3. Before he could get a shot off, Trigg had decided that punching the unaware hunter-killer in the head would be a dandy idea. It only set the droid offbalance, and it turned back around toward Trigg, firing off a few shots, one of which glanced off of Trigg's left shoulder.
T3 decided right then and there he would not allow himself to be stranded on this planet, and that he would save his half-witted ride home. He accelerated himself into the legs of the hunter-killer, who, once again, tried to regain balance. T3 responded to its "off-balanced-ness" by firing his shock arm into the droid's "crotch" region. Both legs were thereby rendered disabled and down the droid fell. It's upper-body, however, continued to function. It scrambled to aquire T3 as target, but never got the chance. A blaster shot to the head fixed that.
A few bounty hunter stammers, self kudos and unconsious senator's being "shock arm-ed" for droidspeak giggles later and T3 was headed somewhere he could be rid of this bumbling meat-bag.
Race: N/A (Droid)
Age: 3 years
Height: 0.96 meter
Weight: 60 lb.s
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
By Duwani Mechanical Products
Occupation: Computer Splicing, Misc Crime, etc.
Rank: N/A
Bio:
T3-M6 was designed on Coruscant. He was then ordered from Coruscant to a Crime Lord known as Barlex Charmeg on the smuggler's moon: Nar Shaddaa. He was put to work for one and a half years. Due to the Crime Lord and a few of his henchmen's taking a liking to T3's personality, they decided not to give him memory wipes. Soon, his personality grew and grew much more sporadic and given to his own desires. His skill with slicing was becoming exceptional as well. Soon, the Crime syndicate he was working for became wary of this new T3. He began to become increasingly independent. It was time for a long due memory wipe.
Over the year and a half T3 had spent with this syndicate, he had become increasingly valueable in their operations. His computer understanding and database maintainence soon grew to the peak his model could handle. With this came arrogance in his personality. With arrogance came an increased desire for independence. The most coveted of his abilities was his skill in computer slicing. He was able to access bank accounts for the various syndicate's "fund raisers" as well as security doors.
There was one such instance that stands out was fifteen months into his operations with Barlex Charmeg. It was one of their most daring operations. Two of his minions and T3 were sent on an assassination mission to the very office of a rival Crime Lord. Getting there was easy pickings, a few fake ID's and some clandestine incapacitations and they could make it to the door of the office. This was primarily because the door to Chipoo Talung's office was rumored to be unopenable. It should be known that T3 never gets tired of opening doors. It's in his programming. And over the course of a career of hacking and slicing, he grew to not only love such a job, but he grew cocky in performing it. This was his chance to shine. They made it to the door and had told those standing by that T3 was merely running repairs on the door. So the process began. He only had a short time until Chipoo was informed by his secritary about the "repair droid". T3 began poking this and prodding that, peicing together the puzzle that is victory. Time was against him and the stakes were high. Just as the lockdown initiated, the door made that classic click. It opened abruptly and the Crime Lord was no more. The bystanders, however, were not only baffled that the door had been opened, but that their great leader had been killed before their very eyes. The problem is, they were minions, and were loyal to the cause of their deceased leader. So naturally a firefight broke out, and amidst the chaos, T3 returned home a champion. His ego had never been so big.
So it had come to this point where enough was enough. The syndicate's mainenance sentient was charged with deceiving T3 into allowing him to get into his programming and wipe his memory. This did not go over well. While the sentient was preparing to wipe T3's memory, T3 happened to notice the datapad on the table. With a to-do list clearly visible. Right on the to-do list: Wipe T3 memory.
Being a T3 unit who worked on the side of organized crime, he naturally possessed a blaster pistol on his person. As well as a shock arm. Long story short, T3 left the room with a maintenance guy lying on the ground behind him. Dead. (As the mainanence man attempted to get into T3's head to begin the memory wipe, T3 backed up and knocked him over. The man was upset and started to berate him, to which T3 shocked him and capped him in the head with his blaster pistol). T3 knew he would be hunted down for this, but surely they wouldn't care enough to persue him off-planet. So T3 sliced some records on a transportation console, and "hopped" aboard a transport. The records indicated that he was but a humble droid headed to his new master on Yavin. The trip itself would turn out to be uneventful, but the rewards. At least that's what T3 had been led to understand. You see, in his time working on the database and hacking into various computer systems, T3 became aware of many things. Such as the various current factions. Such as the Sith Empire/aristocrats. Such as, a kush job aboard a Sith Empire vessel. Maybe that of the top dog aristocrat. This became T3's motive. To become the longest living, and most successful computer slicing droid around. The fact that he was also quite adept at computer maintenance and such other duties as a utility droid is programmed for, would merely aid in his mission for longevity in life. After all, who takes care of their personal craft's droids the best? Why, only the rich and powerful. So thought T3. Thus begins T3's sojourn towards the planet of Yavin, and from there, a way to Muunilist...
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -1
RP Sample:
"Faster ya hunk-a-junk!" whispered the bounty hunter. On the other side of this securely sealed door lay the hunter's prize. A senator on his getaway retreat. No witnesses for miles. Not even a naggy wife. Nope. This senator was taking a real vacation. Which is exactly what T3 was in need of.
"Look, I don't know how in the world you ended up on my ship, but if you don't want to end up as scrap metal... dammit, just open the dam door!"
T3 didn't care how he ended on on this guy's ship. He didn't know why he was even helping this fool. All he knew was, this was one of the most complex and secure security doors T3 had ever encountered. It was a challenge, and one T3 couldn't resist. The intricacies of the door were like a game to him. It was a big puzzle and T3 was rapidly solving it. He was peicing it together with so much... could you call it? "Joy." He was so pleased with the challenge, he almost didn't realize that it was now ready.
*Click*
*Swoosh*
The door opened, giving way for a large library chamber. In a sentient's mind this would be odd, but for T3, he couldn't care less. He was a champion. He had mastered the door. He gave a few tweets and whistles exclaiming how triumphant and superior he was to all things computerized. Whilst in the background, the bounty hunter known as Trigg Lee was beating the mess out of the senator and slapping some stun-cuffs to his wrists. Apparently, however, amdist the struggle, an alarm had been sounded. Why this alarm hadn't been activated before the door was open probably arises out of the fact that the senator was so sure of his door. That pitful failure of a door. That thing was childsplay.
"Lets get the heck outta here," the bounty hunter remarked, slinging the now unconsious senator over his shoulder.
"Tweet, toot ba beep ba boop" T3 spouted.
"Yea, whatev-" the bounty hunter cut himself off. There, staring at them down the hallway, were two hunter-killer droids. Both droid and bounty hunter quickly ducked back into the room. T3 looked at the bounty hunter and saw that he was without blaster. He then made a quick glance down the hallway and saw a blaster laying three feet behind the droids. He shook his head and tweeted his pity.
"Don't give me that crap, it's my first time," the bounty hunter said, shrugging off the senator. He grabbed a few books from the shelf next to him and proceeded to throw them at the advancing hunter-killer droids,ducking in and out of their line of fire each time he threw one, "At least be glad this guy doesn't have anything better to throw at us." He nodded his head towards the limp senator.
The droids soon entered the room, both Trigg and T3 were on opposite sides of the circular door. They were side-by side, and began to scout the room in front of them. Apparently their AI was a bit lacking as they had their sides exposed to both T3 and Trigg, who began to shake his head vigorously that T3 would not try anything or make any noise. The only noise T3 decided to make at that point was that of his shock arm into the hunter-killer next to him. The ion shock sent its leg underneath itself and the droid toppled over. T3 then proceeded to extract his blaster pistol attachment on his head and blast the downed droid in his head. This obviously startled the other droid who turned to T3. Before he could get a shot off, Trigg had decided that punching the unaware hunter-killer in the head would be a dandy idea. It only set the droid offbalance, and it turned back around toward Trigg, firing off a few shots, one of which glanced off of Trigg's left shoulder.
T3 decided right then and there he would not allow himself to be stranded on this planet, and that he would save his half-witted ride home. He accelerated himself into the legs of the hunter-killer, who, once again, tried to regain balance. T3 responded to its "off-balanced-ness" by firing his shock arm into the droid's "crotch" region. Both legs were thereby rendered disabled and down the droid fell. It's upper-body, however, continued to function. It scrambled to aquire T3 as target, but never got the chance. A blaster shot to the head fixed that.
A few bounty hunter stammers, self kudos and unconsious senator's being "shock arm-ed" for droidspeak giggles later and T3 was headed somewhere he could be rid of this bumbling meat-bag.
