Post by Triple J on Apr 27, 2010 9:16:43 GMT -5
Name: Aucillo (Awe-Sill-low) Bariton (Bare-it-own)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140
Birth place: Coruscant/ galactic city/ the works
Appearance:
Aucillo, ever since he was young, has been shorter then most boys growing up and also considerable skinnier for apparent reasons, enough for the many foster mothers to inquire if he was eating enough. He has smooth, black hair set atop a pale white skull and mid level, large ears. He has a very clear complexion throughout life on account of eating habits, a possible contributor of him maintaining a fair distance to the ground. A love of fruits, veggies, and non-package food and lack-of meat till later years filled his diet. He loves rice to a non-human extent. A small, if not medium size nose and perfectly symmetrical features have, what many women exclaimed to be, a beautiful and poetic face (If not somewhat feminine). His eyes are a dark hazel that has shown a harsh and laborious life with little interaction with others.
In later years he dyed his hair white and tattooed his back ear. A rose fills in the portion of the back of his ear to his beck, running down a prickled vine till it reaches his back between his shoulders swaying to the right. He wears loose pants that allow for greater movement of most often brown with a modern belt. He rarely wears a shirt unless working as a mechanic due to the fluids that spills out from the machine, and even then he preferred the lightness of his cloak draped over his shoulders holding on to his neck by a stretch of string. The cloak is a solid color, usually brown or matching his pants, but has all cloaks in an assortment of colors, unlike his pants. He retains a “Workers body” due to the lack of wheels on his equipment (Or of lack of competent help). He has strong arms and a toned, if not heavily muscled body. He keeps on him an assortment of small tools, personal items, and useful knick-knacks such as a lighter and an I.D. Card.
Personality:
Aucillo has lived a rather hard life, which has made him accustom to work and disappointment and does not necessarily expect the best in others. But, due to being thrown away by his parents and of having the feeling that many of his foster brothers did not like him, has abandonment issues and is usually eager to please but keeps a happy, if not extremely gloomy disposition. He keeps most people away out of lack of self worth rather then wanting of them to be kept away out of annoyance. During the orphanage they serve rice mixed with meat, peas, cheap spices, and water that kept them from starving and was a hated meal among the orphanage, exempt from Aucillo who kept it as a personal favorite. He is not very quick to anger except when his worth as a mechanic/engineer is questioned to which he sometimes has thrown (Among other things) wrenches and fuselages at anyone; ranging from teachers, homeless, or even politicians. His reflex response to most anything is “Sorry.” Has no love, children, or many friends.
Occupation: Engineer/ mechanic.
Rank: A very skilled mechanic and has been to some planets and cities due to his mechanic ability and need. He worked for the government and private owners, even has taken pro bono work for his PR/ advertisement man.
Bio:
Birth: At birth he was abandon near the works. He was later found by a mechanic and wife who kept him for six months of his babyhood. Little was known other then that his name was Aucillo and that his father was most likely an uncaring Bastard. They nurtured him and wandered the workplace frequently till he went under and had to give him to an orphanage so that they could keep a meager existence. He was given a small monkey wrench bracelet before he gave them to their care. He was kept in the crib most his first year till he broke out with his toy monkey wrench approximately a week from being caged in. Afterword he freed all the other babies in a “Child revolution” that lasted an hour till they willingly gave up for nap time.
1-4: He was left either unattended or heavily guarded through most of the day, he found little joy in eating and preferred to remain alone or watching T.V., His favorite activity was exploration till he discovered the basement were the pump and other necessarily equipment was kept for maintenance of the orphanage. On closer inspection he soon found out that one machine ran electricity and hurt when touched. One held a large pump that was very, very hot ad ran water through it (He touched this once before deciding he should not ever again). And a furnace to which he soon found was warmer then the rest of the room and sat in front of it contemplating with his wrench. He was caught when playing with the circuits of the house.
5-6: He spent a large amount of time disassembling and resembling anything he could find. He found the best way to do this was alone and with it unplugged, after that it was no rules. Because of his act of destroying valued baby toys and reassembling those (Sometimes unsuccessful) made him unliked. And in spending more time doing this did not afford him more friends, he was passed over by many would be mothers by this habit also. He soon found pipes that would make music and practiced with those till he fell asleep.
7-12: After he broke his flute and came under supervision by his “family mother” (A mother that was assigned to keep a limited amount of orphans; at most 5) and became very restricted. His name was Byron K. Leeuks, a pianist at a local club and performance studios. He performed for his children every day till they outgrew the need to be greatly supervised and soon was tutoring Aucillo. He learned at first slowly but moved much faster then expected and was practicing the Fur Elise (His favorite) and other much harder concertos. This caused further isolation with his mates then as necessary and soon caused him to be playing with his teacher at every hour of the day and abandoned his machinery hobby. One day Byron took him to the club to play for the men and women. He was well received and liked in the midday and morning. But by night the hard critiques and crooks came out and criticized his work to the point he cried and soon left in humiliation. He fled the street and wondered the city for three days. Eating out of trashcans, sleeping on streets, and attacked by dogs and people alike. He found no solace in anything and was returned by a friendly Gungan. He was kept very privately their and tinkered with all the interesting machinery he could find till he could was placed back in the home (Byron was fired and asked not to return to the orphanage for losing Aucillo, he found out the reason he left and was sent into shame). With his new knowledge he soon led the house in their studies and fixed the appliances their almost on a daily basis. His skills became known around the neighborhood and he repaired vehicles and appliances alike. He hopped from family to family and, after many unsuccessful foster-care placement, was taken in by the Head of the orphanage herself, Salle’im. Under her, he fell into a routine of study, repair, and piano practice. He was considered advanced and was home school on a high school level by twelve.
13: A man came named Genkay, a prominent boss of city defense of the four tiers. He claimed to be his father and, after tests, was shown to be his true dad. He claimed Aucillo as his own and offered a vast some of money to the orphanage. After their reluctant debate, they accepted (It was alot). He was put to work and was given the best engineering money could buy. He soon found that the people taught him reluctantly and that they disliked him because of the special treatment he was given. His father, himself ignored him and rarely spoke or acknowledge his being other then his amazing skills. This was all Aucillo needed and continued his tutelage with new pursuit in mind, the love of his father. He felt abandoned by his Foster mother but worked to gain the love of his new family. His dad, kept him at a distance and, on more then one occasion shunned him completely. His mother died on giving birth and, after that, could not look at Aucillo anymore. He was young and already was in deep love with another woman to which he proposed and married, being glad for her death (This was not known by him) and gave the child away and bought the family off. He was borne out of wedlock by a student he worked with in college. He led a successful career by an affluent family, without Aucillo with a beautiful wife and two children (A girl and boy), both knowing nothing of the other son.
14-16: As he finished his career as a student; he became more involved in technical design and soon was making major adjustments to mechs and gun turrets. He made a major improvement in power management to the city’s shield. He surpassed his masters and was praised by his father, who spoke to him sparingly as it was. The wife through found out of his existence and Aucillo was moved away to a different branch. He found there he was isolated from his father and did little to help others. He worked mostly manual labor by a man who knew half what he did and soon learned the term, underpaid and overworked. He still fixed equipment but placed barrels by pulley in their slots. Knowing nothing of political queries, he found out that out by news that a mandoralian battle ship came toward the planet. He saw first hand his turrets work with deadly efficiency. All at once he heard a hundred screams ring in utter despair, before being wiped out completely. His heart was torn in two and he cried for the rest till his red eyes could no longer bleed liquid tears of sorrow. He escaped the factory and came to his father residence he told him he refused to work for him and that he must stop working for the government. His wife, Anna pleaded with her husband to leave the boy. Before his eyes he was thrown to the streets and left to die. He wished his father’s death. He hated him. He felt love where now hate resided. He found the Gungan that raised him, as he pleaded people for work near the neighborhood. He raised him for two years till he was able to found a place to work. The Gungan taught him his language reason for living in Galactic city. He was left when he pursued a relationship with a married woman, seduced her, and was exiled before nearing the death-sentence.
17-18: he worked with the Gungan and soon established a shop that became known throughout the works. They prospered from numerous works. He was taught how to use a rifle, a gun he hated but found necessary to learn. He appeared to be a good marksman and kept the gun, and toy wrench as a memento of caring fathers. As the Gungan died (he was very old at the time) he left the shop and responsibilities to the boy for his own use at 18. He bough a tattoo with some of the gift money and placed a tattoo behind his hair, out of place from the public, reserved for love ones who could gaze upon it. To this day no one has seen it; it represents him blossoming to a man, beauty with danger.
18-23: he met Rick, a P.R. guy who advertise the shop and spread the word to people. Aucillo has seen many cities, people, aliens, and watched his father move up in the political world. He learned ho to pilot a ship as well as repair and mod far beyond it was recommended. Business disappeared off as the Gungan died, many of the Gungan that came (Their were few to begin with) came in respect for his late foster father. He was never able to attain its former glory but was always able to eat and maintain a life-style that was livable. When ends did not meet, he played for any club that would take him. He even met with politicians and glanced at their work. The bars allowed for gossip to come in non-stop about advances on vehicles and found it easy to be up to date on new parts he would need. Nothing satisfied him more then his work; designing many robots for private and local owners, he was able to start a fifth degree droid that could start doing the menial work in the repair shop, lacking funds to create anything further then fifth degree.
24-present: He has fallen into a set style and grows bored off repairing the same things and wishes to move on with life. He is 24, and needs to figure out himself. He needs to leave. But to where? He wants to help but how? He believes he is utter less useless, a mechanic who abhors violence; an engineer that wants peace in these time of strive! Aucillo needs to find worth with purpose, he could find nothing more satisfying.
Attributes:
Physical
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force-sensitivity
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
Near city works and factories making various tools for nearly any part imaginable, past the city houses and near the dark alley ways where thieves awaited, a boy needed to repair his home’s personal vehicle. He visited a shop he had heard about near the local bars and places as he tried to sell his news downloads. He pushed it in himself near the morning and used the money he got from selling his news paper. He knocked on the drive and a short, pale man answered and invited me in. he pushed the vehicle in himself and opened the circuitry hatch, moved a wire or two around and murmured a “Done,” before helping me push it out. He never asked about pay, or even what was wrong with it. But I was glad to have brought it to him.
As the boy left Aucillo quietly moved from the customer desk (Something barely used as it was) to his workshop. Oil, grease, and frayed electronics filled the room and th combination was hardly a pleasant one, but to Aucillo it was a more then a familiar and welcome smell. The solitary of his work has always comforted him, but today it was different. In a couple minutes his man, rick, would be calling to tell him of his new mechanic. A new mechanic wasn’t a ordinary thing in his shop. The quiet was broken by a ringing from the service phone. He answered and a loud voice resounded into his ears.
“Aucillo, guess what? Two mechanics are better then one, but can you guess how many takes to screw in a light bulb?” a corporate and deep voice questioned in the phone.
“Two? Um… is this necessary?”
“Completely, and the correct answer is six. Listen the new mechanic is coming in an hour, she’s pretty good but might bite off your head if you make her mad,” Rick has been talking about bringing in a new mechanic for a long time now and has finally found one that would work for me, considering the pay. Personally he was against the idea simply because of his dislike of people and their pressure they put on working as a team; if he makes a mistake he will not be the only one to suffer a result. But if it would make Rick happy then he would accept. Even if he was against it.
“Anything I should know about her before making room for her,” Aucillo probed. He wasn’t sure what to expect, in the field of mechanics it was populated by hot-heads and Grease monkeys. Aucillo was an exception to this, or at least consider himself one. He thinks… that is the case. Deviation from this was rare. “Like her name would be helpful.”
“That wouldn't be fun; when she find out that you don't know her name she might throw you out to a pack of Korrina to be slowly eaten,” Rick ended is sentence with a low snicker. This was common for Rick; he was always confident and somewhat rude. “Her name is Maria Va Halle. She grew up on a space colony and she's coming to find work. Her colony was attacked and most fled to various parts of the galaxy. She is coming here to work for the republic, she hates the military. ”
“She sounds pleasant… She can follow directions, right. Without throwing a fit?” Aucillo was unsure of this entire thing and just wanted it to end as quickly as possible.
“Not sure but you might want to extend your polite attitude toward her. She is really a fiery type. She might learn something from you or you from her. Anyway, she will be over there in an hour to help you repair the droid that will be over their in half that. The politician says be extra careful with it. It apparently has been in his family for a long time,” Rick always found a lesser politician with something needed fixing. Droids and vehicles were popular. So were smaller things like personal computer and phones. Usually the drive over took longer then to fix. Frayed wires, rough handling, check ups was the only reason people came to him. The most exciting thing was when a vehicle, that was on fire and being chased by the authorities, crashed into the shop; threaten him at gunpoint to fix the vehicle. He met the floor due to slippery fluids, before being arrested and taking out by the cops.
“Yes, I’ll do it. She will be helping me?” Aucillo asked. Two mechanics will not be needed.
“Yep, make sure you keep your hands off the merchandise!”
“Wait, what’s that suppose to mean? Hello, Rick! How much will I be paid! Hello! What does she specialize? Hello! Hello! Damn.” Rick hung up and the line went dead. Rick like playing with people. A skill that was not appreciated. He looked from sided to side. The place was destroyed and the shop was a mess. Bots filled an entire pile of half-broken droids. Fuselages and hyper drives hung from ships. My personal droid wasn’t completed and, not having seen it in awhile, have led him to believe he might of gave it away thinking it was another’s broken droid. Or simply stolen. He was going to clean the place out as much as possible. He had to make a good impression for her; for professional sake. “Have to clean the place up before she gets here. Can’t look like a slob!”
He moved to hang up the phone, as he done so, his foot tripped on a screwdriver, hitting his head on the wall. “Ouch!” he said out loud. Aucillo stood up and wiped fluid from a destroyed bot that was near the phone off his wet, unprotected skin. His head bled a scarlet trickle, tingeing his white hair. The screw driver rolled away helplessly. The blood barely bothered him but the fact he looked less then presentable was annoying. Even the tools were in a hundred and one places. Now that a new person was here he was going to have to deal with constantly moving tools and parts. He never formally knew where anything was at any point, but he could always hazard a guess when thinking about his work habits. The welder was near a broken vehicle slab. Wrenches near (Or in) bots. Anything that ran on electricity was near plugs. And that Screwdriver was near the phone he repaired last night. The one he was talking on now. The one he tripped. Better Work habits, needed. Doesn’t matter have to clean!
A slight laughter echoed throughout the shop. His worst fears real. She was here, and saw everything. “How long?” he asked toward her.
“How long I’ve been here or how long I’ve been bent over laughing at you?” the women stood at the other side near the opening. She wore blue over rolls that was strangely clean (Them being strangely clean in that they were new, over rolls soon become covered in grime), her black hair tied back in a ponytail pulled back in a black band. Natural brown skin and a petite figure, he understood why he said hands-off then. She was very pretty. A pointed noise, round dark eyes, thin lips, small ears and smooth skin speckled her features. He walked toward her and, upon closer inspection, saw that she stood a full two inches taller then him, and was not buxom but was especially curvy. Her hands were coarse (on inspection) and that her hands talked more about her profession then her face. Covered in blisters and oil which as a general rule was hard to get out from the skin, she took a step forward and opened her mouth “You look like an idiot!” She started to laugh crazily.
Aucillo did look like an idiot. Bloody, oil spattered, and disheveled. “Um… are you the new mechanic?”
She reposed herself and stood formally. “I’m Maria Va Halle, Miss Halle to you,” by her inclining tone, she sounded like she considered herself superior to most people. I had a bad feeling about this. Not only was she mean, but she was pretty. Bad combination. We would be working together for awhile alone with each other for hours at a time. Aucillo didn’t necessarily want to pursue a relationship; just wanted to avoid contact. She shifted herself after a moment of silence. “Well aren’t you gonna introduce yourself! Show some respect to women! Or is there nothing between your legs?” She commanded.
Aucillo was taken back and stammered “I-I-I um… I mean-”
“Speak up!” This time she commanded.
He straightened up to a salute and said with formality and speed “Hello, Miss Valle, my name is Aucillo and I’m a mechanic at the works. I make a meager living and I’m happy to meet you, Sorry for the stammering,” Why did he just say that, he wondered. She hasn’t been here five minutes and he’s already taking orders.
“Now see, was that so hard. Please to meet you Aucillo,” She said with politely. He felt like he swallowed his soul. “And I was standing there long enough to quietly laugh at your talk with Rick.”
“I’m sorry about that, Rick didn’t tell me what you specialize in,” He felt uncomfortable, the entire room started to close in and each word that spoken was followed by an echo. The interior was large enough to house at least two ships of size; currently he had one awaiting repair with at least a hundred droids filling the space where the empty room was filled. He wanted to begin work and put this conversation behind him but a bell ringing told him that the man with the broken Droid came in.
“Um, let’s go see to that Droid together shall we?” Aucillo spoke in a quiet voice.
“I suppose,” She answered.
They went to the answer desk located on the opposite side of the shop in a pleasant and quiet waiting room. A man dressed in a suit with balding white hair and clean cut shoes immediately stood up and spoke. “Glad to see you so early, my droid is in need of dire repair quickly, I’ve discussed your pay with your boss.”
Aucillo opened his mouth but Maria was the one to talk “Well sir you have the best mechanic in the galaxy working on it and I’ll be done right away, exactly how bad is it,” Maria motioned for him to show her the droid and they moved out of the waiting room and to his vehicle. We followed him to the back and he popped the trunk. What followed could only be considered a mechanics worst nightmare. The droid wasn’t broken, it was destroyed. Legs and arms reattachment took a few minutes, an hour at most but this was bad. At the bottom of the Trunk laid a hundred separate parts, wires were frayed and destroyed, insulation lay everywhere, the processor was scraped to pieces, the most intact piece was the head, and even that had an eyeball piece (Visual processor) hanging out. Its mechanical brain hung from out of its encased head, both hands lay strewn apart with joints and hinges smashed. The entire thing was barely being held apart by a wire or two. This wasn’t neglect, but sheer destruction. Maria whistled “Wow, that bad.” Aucillo felt like throwing up.
“What did you do to it!?” Aucillo shouted.
“We’ll do to an unfortunate accident it was mangled beyond repair. Until yesterday that was what I’m believed till a polite young man convinced me otherwise. Rick is very persuasive in asking me to come here. Normally I would go to my regular mechanic but he said he couldn’t repair it. But my friend Bill Desku said you repaired his droid in less then an hour and it worked better then new. So I was simply happy to come by. Rick said you were the best,” Aucillo looked at the politician and then at the robot, then at the politician. This couldn’t have been an accident; it was broken into a thousand pieces. The only way that it could have been like this was if the politician was intentionally trying to break it. But before he could say “No,” Maria accepted the task and went to fetch a trolley. While waiting for Maria, Aucillo had an awkward moment with the Politician.
“How did you break it?” Aucillo asked.
“An accident happen when my ray gun misfired. I was practicing with it when it came in to tell me of important news regarding a friend,” Aucillo was speculating the validity of his comment. No way could a ray gun have done this. The sentence seemed perfectly worded and rather pre-thought of. Aucillo’s suspicions were cemented with the overly toothy smile Haford gave.
“A ray Gun, huh… that’s pretty interesting. What did you say your name was?”
“Senator Bill Haford, please to meet you,” He took out his hand from his pocket and wanted Aucillo to shake it. Aucillo took the hand and gave it a firm handshake.
“Like wise Senator Haford. I’m Aucillo Bariton,” Aucillo didn’t like to give his last name out much. He said it when people of high-stature were near.
“We’ll fix it up in a couple of hours, come back to it by the end of the day,” Aucillo attempted to sound genuinely pleasant and polite. He didn’t trust this man and was going to run a scan of the robots recent memory to see what really happen. Maria came back to the vehicle and moved everything to the trolley and waited for him to leave. The senator was feeling the awkwardness and took the time to speed away. Maria went back in, leaving the trolley behind for him to push. As he made his way back he found maria trying to find as many tools on the ground as possible. Meanwhile he quickly put the Bot’s head on the table and hooked the scanner to it to run the search. A beeping and sound and then a click, a humming sound emanated telling him that this might take a while.
“Hey, Bariton boy, get over here,” At the sound of hearing his family name he cringed, but walked over hastily. She appeared to be doing something to the ground and motioned for him to see. A large tape line crossed halfway through the shop. This can’t be good, no, not good. “This side is mine” Placing her hands on her collar bone. “And that side is yours,” pointing to the other side. “Come over here and I’ll beat you two way to the next galaxy,” she said this sounding eerily friendly. He looked from both sides, it looked even but he knew it wasn’t.
“Fine then! Have it your way,” this was actually better then it was. Avoidance of the new, pretty, dragon-lady mechanic didn’t sound half bad. The droid was already split apart and laid with the parts that seemed like the bottom half on her side. She had delegated him to repair the front half; anything else lay on the line of the shop. He picked up the most distinguishable part, a hand it appeared, and laid it next to the head of the bot.
He ran his hand next to the droid, feeling it’s grip, the long metallic fingernails attacked to each individual finger, feeling the electro-synapses that used to run on the now frayed wires and wondered what the droids purpose was. He unscrewed the hands plate, disassembling the entire thing and started to put the wires together, piece by piece, starting on the palm and working back into itself, weaving the wires and insulation together to amount to the best repair. Motor oil and metal filled his nostrils; the cold metallic smell comforted him, working as a halogen, reverting him to a sense of calm. He blocked out the world, replacing a part and fixing a metal plate together was second nature. Each joint was screwed together and placed on the hand’s frame, like attaching ligaments to bone. He finished the hand by wrapping the doubled in wires of the hand into the arm’s frame, connecting it to the wrist and fitting it with a guard to hold it. Wires that had not yet been bound to frame lay bare. He took out a glove that could make a special jolt. He pressed it to the wires and made a jolt to stimulate the hand. By pressing the correct nerve synapse, he could manipulate the hand. After testing it he realized that it was expertly done. This was calming to him. He ran his hand on the droid’s, gripped it tight. He wanted to know how this droid thought, is it advance enough to have emotions? Joy? Pain? Maybe. He started to work on the arm, gluing the nerve synapses and extra hardware to the frame of the arm. He kept this up till it bind to the hand seamlessly, wrapping the wrist to the elbow and moving the elbow up to the shoulder. The arm was done, faster then he expected. He looked at his handiwork. The bare arm lay like a human arm, without the skin, muscles bulged and held together. Beauty cannot be compared to nothing else. He moved the plates together and welded the excess off. He ran the welder off to take out the paint and rust. Fusing the plates together strong enough for a Sith Blade to break on contact. The arm and hand was completely clean and looked new, the silver skin held tight and dense.
He looked to maria, her area looked cleaner, if not spotless. She started to work on the legs. She took the easier parts so she could clean the place. The hardware was mostly in the head and chest. The legs and arms were almost entirely of nerve wires that allowed for movement. He started to fix the skeletal frame and finished the other side of the arm. He waved together the nerve wires, both weaves connected to the torso twice, once in the back under the shoulder, the next higher up in the front. The front half was almost done.
He moved the frame and replaced the holding area of the droid completely. The droid needed three parts to function properly. An internal battery, located in the middle of the chest, he remembered some droids had this part on the left side, to symbolize the heart; a coordination grid to better organize the parts, technically there was another in the brain but this was for better movement with precision by being closer to the fingers. The last piece was for positioning, mostly just gears that threw themselves back and forth to help balance the droid. Seeing the amount of it told him how flexible and moveable this droid was. After placing each in its right section he placed a layer of synapses over the piece and gave it an outer covering and heated the paint off it. The Droid looked similar to a headless suit of armor, he shifted the entire piece over from his desk and looked at the back chassis. The spine, the most important part for the nerves. Each length of nerve wire met at the spine and up to the brain. The spine itself was cased in alloy harder then anything on the droid and was shinier than the rest. The spine was part of the frame but worked more like the three functioning parts of the torso. He took the spine and weaved in the wires, and finished it by needling it into the steel’s hard line (A harder piece then the rest of the spine but oddly flexible, able to have nerve needles pushed into it, retrieving the needle is another story) extending to the bottom. He pushed down the wires hard enough so that it will not fall out. He pushed down the tops attached to the needles so that the lay flat on the spine, and welded extra tops to the spine, covering those that were just placed. He finished by putting the back chassis and welded that piece shut before wiping it down to create a flat surface without extra runoff from the welding.
He took the scanner and saved all files from the last three weeks to the computer and disconnected the droid’s head. He’ll review that later. He placed the head and connected it to the spine, welded the brain stem to the spine. Actually it wasn’t called a brain stem, but he liked that term better. The brain was surprisingly intact; he cleaned it and reweave the tight folds as a tune-up, the brain smelled different then the torso. Like salt and rust, something about a different fluid that ran through the skull. He connected the audio and visual nerves with the eyes and ear receivers. He had the frame of the face done; he put it all together with precision welding before removing the paint. He closed the spine and checked for cracks and openings (Fixing as necessary). The ending result was a complete upper body with a bit of spine hanging out from the bottom.
He looked around and walked to the line. Maria was looking through the cruiser and threw a tool to the ground every couple seconds. He remembered how many times he repaired ships while leaving his own tools in the wiring. The legs and lower body was placed on his side of the shop; done. He propped the legs on a cart against the wall. He burned the paint off and set it on the desk after it cooled. He aligned the two pieces and fitted them together. The spine didn’t need to be fitted like the torso. Instead the spine clicked in and the chest was twisted on. The easiest part of the entire machine!
He put the thing up on the cart and heaved it to the paint wall. Aucillo placed the legs and hands apart from the droid and strapped them to the wall; it hung a foot off the ground, and shone with a silver sheen. He took the designer pen and connected it to paint machine. It was styled for interface directly with a human. From the paint he cleaned off he guessed that it was red but it was so aged that it was hard to tell what shade. He chose a dimmed scarlet that was considered a robotic color. He covered it in styling paper on the eyes and parts of the head. He applied a base paint, primer, and finished it up with a drying and wash.
Complete, but he wanted to see the data he had on the droid before powering it up.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140
Birth place: Coruscant/ galactic city/ the works
Appearance:
Aucillo, ever since he was young, has been shorter then most boys growing up and also considerable skinnier for apparent reasons, enough for the many foster mothers to inquire if he was eating enough. He has smooth, black hair set atop a pale white skull and mid level, large ears. He has a very clear complexion throughout life on account of eating habits, a possible contributor of him maintaining a fair distance to the ground. A love of fruits, veggies, and non-package food and lack-of meat till later years filled his diet. He loves rice to a non-human extent. A small, if not medium size nose and perfectly symmetrical features have, what many women exclaimed to be, a beautiful and poetic face (If not somewhat feminine). His eyes are a dark hazel that has shown a harsh and laborious life with little interaction with others.
In later years he dyed his hair white and tattooed his back ear. A rose fills in the portion of the back of his ear to his beck, running down a prickled vine till it reaches his back between his shoulders swaying to the right. He wears loose pants that allow for greater movement of most often brown with a modern belt. He rarely wears a shirt unless working as a mechanic due to the fluids that spills out from the machine, and even then he preferred the lightness of his cloak draped over his shoulders holding on to his neck by a stretch of string. The cloak is a solid color, usually brown or matching his pants, but has all cloaks in an assortment of colors, unlike his pants. He retains a “Workers body” due to the lack of wheels on his equipment (Or of lack of competent help). He has strong arms and a toned, if not heavily muscled body. He keeps on him an assortment of small tools, personal items, and useful knick-knacks such as a lighter and an I.D. Card.
Personality:
Aucillo has lived a rather hard life, which has made him accustom to work and disappointment and does not necessarily expect the best in others. But, due to being thrown away by his parents and of having the feeling that many of his foster brothers did not like him, has abandonment issues and is usually eager to please but keeps a happy, if not extremely gloomy disposition. He keeps most people away out of lack of self worth rather then wanting of them to be kept away out of annoyance. During the orphanage they serve rice mixed with meat, peas, cheap spices, and water that kept them from starving and was a hated meal among the orphanage, exempt from Aucillo who kept it as a personal favorite. He is not very quick to anger except when his worth as a mechanic/engineer is questioned to which he sometimes has thrown (Among other things) wrenches and fuselages at anyone; ranging from teachers, homeless, or even politicians. His reflex response to most anything is “Sorry.” Has no love, children, or many friends.
Occupation: Engineer/ mechanic.
Rank: A very skilled mechanic and has been to some planets and cities due to his mechanic ability and need. He worked for the government and private owners, even has taken pro bono work for his PR/ advertisement man.
Bio:
Birth: At birth he was abandon near the works. He was later found by a mechanic and wife who kept him for six months of his babyhood. Little was known other then that his name was Aucillo and that his father was most likely an uncaring Bastard. They nurtured him and wandered the workplace frequently till he went under and had to give him to an orphanage so that they could keep a meager existence. He was given a small monkey wrench bracelet before he gave them to their care. He was kept in the crib most his first year till he broke out with his toy monkey wrench approximately a week from being caged in. Afterword he freed all the other babies in a “Child revolution” that lasted an hour till they willingly gave up for nap time.
1-4: He was left either unattended or heavily guarded through most of the day, he found little joy in eating and preferred to remain alone or watching T.V., His favorite activity was exploration till he discovered the basement were the pump and other necessarily equipment was kept for maintenance of the orphanage. On closer inspection he soon found out that one machine ran electricity and hurt when touched. One held a large pump that was very, very hot ad ran water through it (He touched this once before deciding he should not ever again). And a furnace to which he soon found was warmer then the rest of the room and sat in front of it contemplating with his wrench. He was caught when playing with the circuits of the house.
5-6: He spent a large amount of time disassembling and resembling anything he could find. He found the best way to do this was alone and with it unplugged, after that it was no rules. Because of his act of destroying valued baby toys and reassembling those (Sometimes unsuccessful) made him unliked. And in spending more time doing this did not afford him more friends, he was passed over by many would be mothers by this habit also. He soon found pipes that would make music and practiced with those till he fell asleep.
7-12: After he broke his flute and came under supervision by his “family mother” (A mother that was assigned to keep a limited amount of orphans; at most 5) and became very restricted. His name was Byron K. Leeuks, a pianist at a local club and performance studios. He performed for his children every day till they outgrew the need to be greatly supervised and soon was tutoring Aucillo. He learned at first slowly but moved much faster then expected and was practicing the Fur Elise (His favorite) and other much harder concertos. This caused further isolation with his mates then as necessary and soon caused him to be playing with his teacher at every hour of the day and abandoned his machinery hobby. One day Byron took him to the club to play for the men and women. He was well received and liked in the midday and morning. But by night the hard critiques and crooks came out and criticized his work to the point he cried and soon left in humiliation. He fled the street and wondered the city for three days. Eating out of trashcans, sleeping on streets, and attacked by dogs and people alike. He found no solace in anything and was returned by a friendly Gungan. He was kept very privately their and tinkered with all the interesting machinery he could find till he could was placed back in the home (Byron was fired and asked not to return to the orphanage for losing Aucillo, he found out the reason he left and was sent into shame). With his new knowledge he soon led the house in their studies and fixed the appliances their almost on a daily basis. His skills became known around the neighborhood and he repaired vehicles and appliances alike. He hopped from family to family and, after many unsuccessful foster-care placement, was taken in by the Head of the orphanage herself, Salle’im. Under her, he fell into a routine of study, repair, and piano practice. He was considered advanced and was home school on a high school level by twelve.
13: A man came named Genkay, a prominent boss of city defense of the four tiers. He claimed to be his father and, after tests, was shown to be his true dad. He claimed Aucillo as his own and offered a vast some of money to the orphanage. After their reluctant debate, they accepted (It was alot). He was put to work and was given the best engineering money could buy. He soon found that the people taught him reluctantly and that they disliked him because of the special treatment he was given. His father, himself ignored him and rarely spoke or acknowledge his being other then his amazing skills. This was all Aucillo needed and continued his tutelage with new pursuit in mind, the love of his father. He felt abandoned by his Foster mother but worked to gain the love of his new family. His dad, kept him at a distance and, on more then one occasion shunned him completely. His mother died on giving birth and, after that, could not look at Aucillo anymore. He was young and already was in deep love with another woman to which he proposed and married, being glad for her death (This was not known by him) and gave the child away and bought the family off. He was borne out of wedlock by a student he worked with in college. He led a successful career by an affluent family, without Aucillo with a beautiful wife and two children (A girl and boy), both knowing nothing of the other son.
14-16: As he finished his career as a student; he became more involved in technical design and soon was making major adjustments to mechs and gun turrets. He made a major improvement in power management to the city’s shield. He surpassed his masters and was praised by his father, who spoke to him sparingly as it was. The wife through found out of his existence and Aucillo was moved away to a different branch. He found there he was isolated from his father and did little to help others. He worked mostly manual labor by a man who knew half what he did and soon learned the term, underpaid and overworked. He still fixed equipment but placed barrels by pulley in their slots. Knowing nothing of political queries, he found out that out by news that a mandoralian battle ship came toward the planet. He saw first hand his turrets work with deadly efficiency. All at once he heard a hundred screams ring in utter despair, before being wiped out completely. His heart was torn in two and he cried for the rest till his red eyes could no longer bleed liquid tears of sorrow. He escaped the factory and came to his father residence he told him he refused to work for him and that he must stop working for the government. His wife, Anna pleaded with her husband to leave the boy. Before his eyes he was thrown to the streets and left to die. He wished his father’s death. He hated him. He felt love where now hate resided. He found the Gungan that raised him, as he pleaded people for work near the neighborhood. He raised him for two years till he was able to found a place to work. The Gungan taught him his language reason for living in Galactic city. He was left when he pursued a relationship with a married woman, seduced her, and was exiled before nearing the death-sentence.
17-18: he worked with the Gungan and soon established a shop that became known throughout the works. They prospered from numerous works. He was taught how to use a rifle, a gun he hated but found necessary to learn. He appeared to be a good marksman and kept the gun, and toy wrench as a memento of caring fathers. As the Gungan died (he was very old at the time) he left the shop and responsibilities to the boy for his own use at 18. He bough a tattoo with some of the gift money and placed a tattoo behind his hair, out of place from the public, reserved for love ones who could gaze upon it. To this day no one has seen it; it represents him blossoming to a man, beauty with danger.
18-23: he met Rick, a P.R. guy who advertise the shop and spread the word to people. Aucillo has seen many cities, people, aliens, and watched his father move up in the political world. He learned ho to pilot a ship as well as repair and mod far beyond it was recommended. Business disappeared off as the Gungan died, many of the Gungan that came (Their were few to begin with) came in respect for his late foster father. He was never able to attain its former glory but was always able to eat and maintain a life-style that was livable. When ends did not meet, he played for any club that would take him. He even met with politicians and glanced at their work. The bars allowed for gossip to come in non-stop about advances on vehicles and found it easy to be up to date on new parts he would need. Nothing satisfied him more then his work; designing many robots for private and local owners, he was able to start a fifth degree droid that could start doing the menial work in the repair shop, lacking funds to create anything further then fifth degree.
24-present: He has fallen into a set style and grows bored off repairing the same things and wishes to move on with life. He is 24, and needs to figure out himself. He needs to leave. But to where? He wants to help but how? He believes he is utter less useless, a mechanic who abhors violence; an engineer that wants peace in these time of strive! Aucillo needs to find worth with purpose, he could find nothing more satisfying.
Attributes:
Physical
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force-sensitivity
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
Near city works and factories making various tools for nearly any part imaginable, past the city houses and near the dark alley ways where thieves awaited, a boy needed to repair his home’s personal vehicle. He visited a shop he had heard about near the local bars and places as he tried to sell his news downloads. He pushed it in himself near the morning and used the money he got from selling his news paper. He knocked on the drive and a short, pale man answered and invited me in. he pushed the vehicle in himself and opened the circuitry hatch, moved a wire or two around and murmured a “Done,” before helping me push it out. He never asked about pay, or even what was wrong with it. But I was glad to have brought it to him.
As the boy left Aucillo quietly moved from the customer desk (Something barely used as it was) to his workshop. Oil, grease, and frayed electronics filled the room and th combination was hardly a pleasant one, but to Aucillo it was a more then a familiar and welcome smell. The solitary of his work has always comforted him, but today it was different. In a couple minutes his man, rick, would be calling to tell him of his new mechanic. A new mechanic wasn’t a ordinary thing in his shop. The quiet was broken by a ringing from the service phone. He answered and a loud voice resounded into his ears.
“Aucillo, guess what? Two mechanics are better then one, but can you guess how many takes to screw in a light bulb?” a corporate and deep voice questioned in the phone.
“Two? Um… is this necessary?”
“Completely, and the correct answer is six. Listen the new mechanic is coming in an hour, she’s pretty good but might bite off your head if you make her mad,” Rick has been talking about bringing in a new mechanic for a long time now and has finally found one that would work for me, considering the pay. Personally he was against the idea simply because of his dislike of people and their pressure they put on working as a team; if he makes a mistake he will not be the only one to suffer a result. But if it would make Rick happy then he would accept. Even if he was against it.
“Anything I should know about her before making room for her,” Aucillo probed. He wasn’t sure what to expect, in the field of mechanics it was populated by hot-heads and Grease monkeys. Aucillo was an exception to this, or at least consider himself one. He thinks… that is the case. Deviation from this was rare. “Like her name would be helpful.”
“That wouldn't be fun; when she find out that you don't know her name she might throw you out to a pack of Korrina to be slowly eaten,” Rick ended is sentence with a low snicker. This was common for Rick; he was always confident and somewhat rude. “Her name is Maria Va Halle. She grew up on a space colony and she's coming to find work. Her colony was attacked and most fled to various parts of the galaxy. She is coming here to work for the republic, she hates the military. ”
“She sounds pleasant… She can follow directions, right. Without throwing a fit?” Aucillo was unsure of this entire thing and just wanted it to end as quickly as possible.
“Not sure but you might want to extend your polite attitude toward her. She is really a fiery type. She might learn something from you or you from her. Anyway, she will be over there in an hour to help you repair the droid that will be over their in half that. The politician says be extra careful with it. It apparently has been in his family for a long time,” Rick always found a lesser politician with something needed fixing. Droids and vehicles were popular. So were smaller things like personal computer and phones. Usually the drive over took longer then to fix. Frayed wires, rough handling, check ups was the only reason people came to him. The most exciting thing was when a vehicle, that was on fire and being chased by the authorities, crashed into the shop; threaten him at gunpoint to fix the vehicle. He met the floor due to slippery fluids, before being arrested and taking out by the cops.
“Yes, I’ll do it. She will be helping me?” Aucillo asked. Two mechanics will not be needed.
“Yep, make sure you keep your hands off the merchandise!”
“Wait, what’s that suppose to mean? Hello, Rick! How much will I be paid! Hello! What does she specialize? Hello! Hello! Damn.” Rick hung up and the line went dead. Rick like playing with people. A skill that was not appreciated. He looked from sided to side. The place was destroyed and the shop was a mess. Bots filled an entire pile of half-broken droids. Fuselages and hyper drives hung from ships. My personal droid wasn’t completed and, not having seen it in awhile, have led him to believe he might of gave it away thinking it was another’s broken droid. Or simply stolen. He was going to clean the place out as much as possible. He had to make a good impression for her; for professional sake. “Have to clean the place up before she gets here. Can’t look like a slob!”
He moved to hang up the phone, as he done so, his foot tripped on a screwdriver, hitting his head on the wall. “Ouch!” he said out loud. Aucillo stood up and wiped fluid from a destroyed bot that was near the phone off his wet, unprotected skin. His head bled a scarlet trickle, tingeing his white hair. The screw driver rolled away helplessly. The blood barely bothered him but the fact he looked less then presentable was annoying. Even the tools were in a hundred and one places. Now that a new person was here he was going to have to deal with constantly moving tools and parts. He never formally knew where anything was at any point, but he could always hazard a guess when thinking about his work habits. The welder was near a broken vehicle slab. Wrenches near (Or in) bots. Anything that ran on electricity was near plugs. And that Screwdriver was near the phone he repaired last night. The one he was talking on now. The one he tripped. Better Work habits, needed. Doesn’t matter have to clean!
A slight laughter echoed throughout the shop. His worst fears real. She was here, and saw everything. “How long?” he asked toward her.
“How long I’ve been here or how long I’ve been bent over laughing at you?” the women stood at the other side near the opening. She wore blue over rolls that was strangely clean (Them being strangely clean in that they were new, over rolls soon become covered in grime), her black hair tied back in a ponytail pulled back in a black band. Natural brown skin and a petite figure, he understood why he said hands-off then. She was very pretty. A pointed noise, round dark eyes, thin lips, small ears and smooth skin speckled her features. He walked toward her and, upon closer inspection, saw that she stood a full two inches taller then him, and was not buxom but was especially curvy. Her hands were coarse (on inspection) and that her hands talked more about her profession then her face. Covered in blisters and oil which as a general rule was hard to get out from the skin, she took a step forward and opened her mouth “You look like an idiot!” She started to laugh crazily.
Aucillo did look like an idiot. Bloody, oil spattered, and disheveled. “Um… are you the new mechanic?”
She reposed herself and stood formally. “I’m Maria Va Halle, Miss Halle to you,” by her inclining tone, she sounded like she considered herself superior to most people. I had a bad feeling about this. Not only was she mean, but she was pretty. Bad combination. We would be working together for awhile alone with each other for hours at a time. Aucillo didn’t necessarily want to pursue a relationship; just wanted to avoid contact. She shifted herself after a moment of silence. “Well aren’t you gonna introduce yourself! Show some respect to women! Or is there nothing between your legs?” She commanded.
Aucillo was taken back and stammered “I-I-I um… I mean-”
“Speak up!” This time she commanded.
He straightened up to a salute and said with formality and speed “Hello, Miss Valle, my name is Aucillo and I’m a mechanic at the works. I make a meager living and I’m happy to meet you, Sorry for the stammering,” Why did he just say that, he wondered. She hasn’t been here five minutes and he’s already taking orders.
“Now see, was that so hard. Please to meet you Aucillo,” She said with politely. He felt like he swallowed his soul. “And I was standing there long enough to quietly laugh at your talk with Rick.”
“I’m sorry about that, Rick didn’t tell me what you specialize in,” He felt uncomfortable, the entire room started to close in and each word that spoken was followed by an echo. The interior was large enough to house at least two ships of size; currently he had one awaiting repair with at least a hundred droids filling the space where the empty room was filled. He wanted to begin work and put this conversation behind him but a bell ringing told him that the man with the broken Droid came in.
“Um, let’s go see to that Droid together shall we?” Aucillo spoke in a quiet voice.
“I suppose,” She answered.
They went to the answer desk located on the opposite side of the shop in a pleasant and quiet waiting room. A man dressed in a suit with balding white hair and clean cut shoes immediately stood up and spoke. “Glad to see you so early, my droid is in need of dire repair quickly, I’ve discussed your pay with your boss.”
Aucillo opened his mouth but Maria was the one to talk “Well sir you have the best mechanic in the galaxy working on it and I’ll be done right away, exactly how bad is it,” Maria motioned for him to show her the droid and they moved out of the waiting room and to his vehicle. We followed him to the back and he popped the trunk. What followed could only be considered a mechanics worst nightmare. The droid wasn’t broken, it was destroyed. Legs and arms reattachment took a few minutes, an hour at most but this was bad. At the bottom of the Trunk laid a hundred separate parts, wires were frayed and destroyed, insulation lay everywhere, the processor was scraped to pieces, the most intact piece was the head, and even that had an eyeball piece (Visual processor) hanging out. Its mechanical brain hung from out of its encased head, both hands lay strewn apart with joints and hinges smashed. The entire thing was barely being held apart by a wire or two. This wasn’t neglect, but sheer destruction. Maria whistled “Wow, that bad.” Aucillo felt like throwing up.
“What did you do to it!?” Aucillo shouted.
“We’ll do to an unfortunate accident it was mangled beyond repair. Until yesterday that was what I’m believed till a polite young man convinced me otherwise. Rick is very persuasive in asking me to come here. Normally I would go to my regular mechanic but he said he couldn’t repair it. But my friend Bill Desku said you repaired his droid in less then an hour and it worked better then new. So I was simply happy to come by. Rick said you were the best,” Aucillo looked at the politician and then at the robot, then at the politician. This couldn’t have been an accident; it was broken into a thousand pieces. The only way that it could have been like this was if the politician was intentionally trying to break it. But before he could say “No,” Maria accepted the task and went to fetch a trolley. While waiting for Maria, Aucillo had an awkward moment with the Politician.
“How did you break it?” Aucillo asked.
“An accident happen when my ray gun misfired. I was practicing with it when it came in to tell me of important news regarding a friend,” Aucillo was speculating the validity of his comment. No way could a ray gun have done this. The sentence seemed perfectly worded and rather pre-thought of. Aucillo’s suspicions were cemented with the overly toothy smile Haford gave.
“A ray Gun, huh… that’s pretty interesting. What did you say your name was?”
“Senator Bill Haford, please to meet you,” He took out his hand from his pocket and wanted Aucillo to shake it. Aucillo took the hand and gave it a firm handshake.
“Like wise Senator Haford. I’m Aucillo Bariton,” Aucillo didn’t like to give his last name out much. He said it when people of high-stature were near.
“We’ll fix it up in a couple of hours, come back to it by the end of the day,” Aucillo attempted to sound genuinely pleasant and polite. He didn’t trust this man and was going to run a scan of the robots recent memory to see what really happen. Maria came back to the vehicle and moved everything to the trolley and waited for him to leave. The senator was feeling the awkwardness and took the time to speed away. Maria went back in, leaving the trolley behind for him to push. As he made his way back he found maria trying to find as many tools on the ground as possible. Meanwhile he quickly put the Bot’s head on the table and hooked the scanner to it to run the search. A beeping and sound and then a click, a humming sound emanated telling him that this might take a while.
“Hey, Bariton boy, get over here,” At the sound of hearing his family name he cringed, but walked over hastily. She appeared to be doing something to the ground and motioned for him to see. A large tape line crossed halfway through the shop. This can’t be good, no, not good. “This side is mine” Placing her hands on her collar bone. “And that side is yours,” pointing to the other side. “Come over here and I’ll beat you two way to the next galaxy,” she said this sounding eerily friendly. He looked from both sides, it looked even but he knew it wasn’t.
“Fine then! Have it your way,” this was actually better then it was. Avoidance of the new, pretty, dragon-lady mechanic didn’t sound half bad. The droid was already split apart and laid with the parts that seemed like the bottom half on her side. She had delegated him to repair the front half; anything else lay on the line of the shop. He picked up the most distinguishable part, a hand it appeared, and laid it next to the head of the bot.
He ran his hand next to the droid, feeling it’s grip, the long metallic fingernails attacked to each individual finger, feeling the electro-synapses that used to run on the now frayed wires and wondered what the droids purpose was. He unscrewed the hands plate, disassembling the entire thing and started to put the wires together, piece by piece, starting on the palm and working back into itself, weaving the wires and insulation together to amount to the best repair. Motor oil and metal filled his nostrils; the cold metallic smell comforted him, working as a halogen, reverting him to a sense of calm. He blocked out the world, replacing a part and fixing a metal plate together was second nature. Each joint was screwed together and placed on the hand’s frame, like attaching ligaments to bone. He finished the hand by wrapping the doubled in wires of the hand into the arm’s frame, connecting it to the wrist and fitting it with a guard to hold it. Wires that had not yet been bound to frame lay bare. He took out a glove that could make a special jolt. He pressed it to the wires and made a jolt to stimulate the hand. By pressing the correct nerve synapse, he could manipulate the hand. After testing it he realized that it was expertly done. This was calming to him. He ran his hand on the droid’s, gripped it tight. He wanted to know how this droid thought, is it advance enough to have emotions? Joy? Pain? Maybe. He started to work on the arm, gluing the nerve synapses and extra hardware to the frame of the arm. He kept this up till it bind to the hand seamlessly, wrapping the wrist to the elbow and moving the elbow up to the shoulder. The arm was done, faster then he expected. He looked at his handiwork. The bare arm lay like a human arm, without the skin, muscles bulged and held together. Beauty cannot be compared to nothing else. He moved the plates together and welded the excess off. He ran the welder off to take out the paint and rust. Fusing the plates together strong enough for a Sith Blade to break on contact. The arm and hand was completely clean and looked new, the silver skin held tight and dense.
He looked to maria, her area looked cleaner, if not spotless. She started to work on the legs. She took the easier parts so she could clean the place. The hardware was mostly in the head and chest. The legs and arms were almost entirely of nerve wires that allowed for movement. He started to fix the skeletal frame and finished the other side of the arm. He waved together the nerve wires, both weaves connected to the torso twice, once in the back under the shoulder, the next higher up in the front. The front half was almost done.
He moved the frame and replaced the holding area of the droid completely. The droid needed three parts to function properly. An internal battery, located in the middle of the chest, he remembered some droids had this part on the left side, to symbolize the heart; a coordination grid to better organize the parts, technically there was another in the brain but this was for better movement with precision by being closer to the fingers. The last piece was for positioning, mostly just gears that threw themselves back and forth to help balance the droid. Seeing the amount of it told him how flexible and moveable this droid was. After placing each in its right section he placed a layer of synapses over the piece and gave it an outer covering and heated the paint off it. The Droid looked similar to a headless suit of armor, he shifted the entire piece over from his desk and looked at the back chassis. The spine, the most important part for the nerves. Each length of nerve wire met at the spine and up to the brain. The spine itself was cased in alloy harder then anything on the droid and was shinier than the rest. The spine was part of the frame but worked more like the three functioning parts of the torso. He took the spine and weaved in the wires, and finished it by needling it into the steel’s hard line (A harder piece then the rest of the spine but oddly flexible, able to have nerve needles pushed into it, retrieving the needle is another story) extending to the bottom. He pushed down the wires hard enough so that it will not fall out. He pushed down the tops attached to the needles so that the lay flat on the spine, and welded extra tops to the spine, covering those that were just placed. He finished by putting the back chassis and welded that piece shut before wiping it down to create a flat surface without extra runoff from the welding.
He took the scanner and saved all files from the last three weeks to the computer and disconnected the droid’s head. He’ll review that later. He placed the head and connected it to the spine, welded the brain stem to the spine. Actually it wasn’t called a brain stem, but he liked that term better. The brain was surprisingly intact; he cleaned it and reweave the tight folds as a tune-up, the brain smelled different then the torso. Like salt and rust, something about a different fluid that ran through the skull. He connected the audio and visual nerves with the eyes and ear receivers. He had the frame of the face done; he put it all together with precision welding before removing the paint. He closed the spine and checked for cracks and openings (Fixing as necessary). The ending result was a complete upper body with a bit of spine hanging out from the bottom.
He looked around and walked to the line. Maria was looking through the cruiser and threw a tool to the ground every couple seconds. He remembered how many times he repaired ships while leaving his own tools in the wiring. The legs and lower body was placed on his side of the shop; done. He propped the legs on a cart against the wall. He burned the paint off and set it on the desk after it cooled. He aligned the two pieces and fitted them together. The spine didn’t need to be fitted like the torso. Instead the spine clicked in and the chest was twisted on. The easiest part of the entire machine!
He put the thing up on the cart and heaved it to the paint wall. Aucillo placed the legs and hands apart from the droid and strapped them to the wall; it hung a foot off the ground, and shone with a silver sheen. He took the designer pen and connected it to paint machine. It was styled for interface directly with a human. From the paint he cleaned off he guessed that it was red but it was so aged that it was hard to tell what shade. He chose a dimmed scarlet that was considered a robotic color. He covered it in styling paper on the eyes and parts of the head. He applied a base paint, primer, and finished it up with a drying and wash.
Complete, but he wanted to see the data he had on the droid before powering it up.
