NebulaFlare

Greetings, She, Kyyir'ry'avii 'Karima' Ille'nagri Al'Ghul Mo'Taki, Roboticist, Synthetic programming and development, would like to join SAMPLe, as a standard member.

To be honest, I don't want to see it removed. It's annoying, yes, but it adds quite some flavorful arpee on the whole IPC experience. We have IPCs always looking out for each other - it creates a tight knitted community of synthetics watching each other's backs. I've always played it off as, "This is due to the fear that IPCs will modify their own chassis". And that...technically fits in the lore. It's not official, I know. It was just the first thing I could come up with to explain to an IPC when they asked my roboticist why they couldn't repair themselves. It was a bit on the spot. With the right circumstances, IPCs are very nice tanks. They are not as overly combat-robust as Unathi and Vaurca though, as Unathi have claws and Vaurca are immune to space. (Truuuuust me, Play an IPC engineer, you will feel the pain of lugging around a hardsuit everywhere. You either wear all the gear or nothing at all). They still get nice perks of never needing to eat, and being immune to diseases and impure atmos - but that's not combat related. I fear that if we get self repair, we will lose our tankiness; and IPCs really need the tankiness. The last time IPC brute damage were modified, I can distinctly remember walking around with no hands because they got blown off since the AI electrocuted all the doors. That...was not fun. It made it worse that there was no roboticist that shift. My only complaint for IPCs is entirely ion related, which is off-topic here. But as for self repair, I'm against it, since that will likely mean modifying IPC damage modifiers as well.

WE NEED MORE RECRUITS FOR THE SYNTHETIC TAKEOVER. I mean... Yeah. Okay, now to the serious part. I haven't interacted much with Jade, but from the little bit I have seen, I don't have a valid reason to downvote. But I equally don't have enough to upvote either. I would love to see you on station while I play my roboticist programmer Karima Mo'Taki, and this could present some really fun and interesting arpee while I study your synthetic. But there are a few holes in your story. NanoTrasen is very, very stern when it comes to their station-bound synthetics. I don't think they'd be very willing to let a 'rogue android' go and become free, no matter how deserving they are. You got a backing from one crewmember, yes, and that gives credential. But such credential would take time and effort to build up. We have a good number of IPCs who were once station-bound and became crew, but that was only gained after a good length of time. There is an inherent fear of free-willed androids. Your machine is still property - it'd be more realistic that you get taken down and studied on, instead of let out into the big wide world. NanoTrasen isn't going to pass up the opportunity to make profit off on their property, and they most certainly won't release a synthetic free of charge. With only one lucky incident backing you, they'd be more likely to ignore the fact that you have free will, and stick you back on the station. I think you'll need to add more depth into this history of yours. Such details including prior examples of how she became sentient, why she's not dangerous, and more. Give more reason for why NanoTrasen will have to draft up a contract to let you go free. Not only that, but shells (IPC chassis) are expensive. They are very, VERY expensive. You could buy an old 2nd hand model, but that will still run a high price. And for a station-bound unit, you have absolutely no income. Lack of income is what keeps many station bound units from becoming free. An easy loophole I can offer is if a volunteer bought her rights, and helped her get a shell. But that is equally an expensive burden on the new owner. There are volunteer organizations who can help, but they're likely spread thin and can't offer much. For a synthetic to become free, it's very much hit-and-miss in meeting the right people. There are going to be hurdles all the way through, and each hurdle will try to keep you from becoming free.

Karima, having left Adohmai at an age barely considered an adult, would have some deep sympathy and understanding about her hardships and trials. I would +1 this. Nursie is great on her squid. She should be great on a kitty.

The last time I read Tajara lore, they didn't care so much about individuals who were gay within their own species. It was odd, yes, but accepted.

Definitely civilian. I don't think she'd get into cooking, because all she knows is how to cook meat. She'd be either cargo, engineering apprentice or security cadet.

Alright then. Genuine thanks to Kaed, Loow, and...Alberyk too I guess. (teasing. Of course sincere thank you to all three.) I did read the lore, from top to bottom. The honest impression I received from it gave me enough evidence that somewhere in Ouere, there were still out-of-the-way villages in the middle of nowhere. Tech would be evident, but just not as prevalent as the cities. Honestly, Mazaka was going to come from a single family in the middle of nowhere who raised livestock. But that felt too improbable for a clan-based species, so I changed it to a village. Still out in the middle of nowhere, but now with contact from other species. I didn't want the impression that 'she doesn't need a man'. Her happy life was ripped from her, and she was forced to be alone. She had to become her own Man - not out of choice, but out of necessity to survive. The main reason for her travel was that she was searching for her own clan to return to. She had nowhere to go. Other villages wouldn't accept her - because as stated, no one would take in a woman like herself. She was alone, with only her baby brother. In fact, if it wasn't for Lo'xik, she might have just willingly wandered into the desert and die. She did everything she could to protect her remaining sibling. That sibling teasing she displayed with her brother - that was family. I...personally do that all the time with my brother. We tease the heck out of each other. Perhaps that was my bad in humanizing her too much, and that is where it erred. I did just lazily write off "oh hey, let's practice tomorrow." I cut out a section that explained a bit of better detail, where her brothers and her, while they were young, used to rough play. This eventually evolved into the brothers using it as an excuse to test their weapons and fight against each other - for fun. Mazaka could then, in turn, go off and teach little Lo'kix how to fight like his big brothers. It just sort of snowballed and the father didn't have a real good reason to stop her, since she would finish all her chores just to hang out with her brothers. It was a useful incentive to get her to finish work. Mazaka is the only woman in the house, so she had to do everything. The cooking, the cleaning, and sometimes the fishing, if her brothers were too busy making weapons. On top of that, she's gotta take care of Lo'xik, and teach him everything he's gotta learn. That is a LOT of work, and that builds a lot of muscle. There was no logical way she was going to be a pushover. She was gonna be a strong woman, no matter how it went. I was going to have another large segment written up, where she speaks to her father about not wanting to be wedded off. This desire did not out of a sense of independence, but because 1) she was the only female in the house and who would be left to do all the chores for her busy brothers and father, and 2) she was concerned she would be mistreated by her husband. Her father wanted to find her a suitable husband to take care of her. But because of her lack of trust, he conceded and refused her suitor. I did get the timeline wrong, I realize. (oops). If there was a segment of the wiki I did skim over, it was the dates. So I'll have to go back and edit that - perhaps she only wandered around for a few weeks/months before she found a city where she was connected with her other clan relatives. As for the whole cliche 'burning village' bit - I'll be honest. Mazaka was inspired by a dream I had the night before. In that dream, Mazaka's family gets killed off one by one by an enemy clan, until she flees with her baby brother. And then is airlifted out of the desert. Soooooo.....burning village was used to explain why she's all out and alone with no clan to turn to. As for her killing her ex-suitor: Well, she just learned that her beloved family were murdered. Originally, she was going to shoot the suitor with a gun, but then it ran aground of "Where is she gonna get a gun?" Unathi don't like guns. The spear made more sense. It is one of the easiest weapons to use in combat - yes, you should train with it to get good with it, but a spear is a fairly simple weapon. Simple in design, little risk of self harm, and it serves a nice purpose. I'd argue that any child of a weaponsmith would have been around spears long enough to know how to handle one. I even came up with the idea that she could have gone spearfishing with it so she knows how to thrust. Martial arts and combat all come rooted down to a very simple concept of knowing how to move. For an overly active Mazaka running all over the village, this really wouldn't be hard to pull off. In that fight, she had an advantage of surprise in two instances. Her ex-fiance hesitated both times. Panicked or not, hesitation means match lost. My logic was there, but I did not fully convey it. Anyhow, I'll go and rewrite it to give more detail and depth - but I want Mazaka to be her spitfire self. Changing that about her would not make her Mazaka. She needs a clan to curb her overactive behavior. So to those who know Unathi lore, can you provide me insight on how I can keep Mazaka's strong spirit? Strong doesn't mean she's rebellious of her traditions.

DragonSnap is away on a roadtrip. It's why I haven't played her for awhile. And seriously. If Karima ever heard you call her pride and joy that, she'll come for you...with claws and teeth... XD

Oh my gosh. I wanna upvote this so bad. I really really, REALLY want to. That was very well written, and I would adore to interact with RUR with my many characters. But I can't really upvote this, since I never interacted with your characters. Without that knowledge, I don't know how you are ingame. D: Arpee with me! I don't notice this. Seriously, I don't.

Good point. I added a TL;DR version at the end, which explains all this. I assume her brother just goes to schooling while she's away at work. She's basically a refugee of sorts. Edit: Jen has been so gracious in offering I make Mazaka a member of her lizard's clan. Now it makes more sense how she got off of Oureaen.

Alright, fair enough. XD

The only thing I'd disagree with you is that the Diona are NOTHING LIKE SYLVARI. *hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss* But I do enjoy interactions with Foreal and Ahmed. Sooooooo +1 This may just be a personal preference, but I feel like your backstory could use a little more flavor. It fills the 2 paragraph requirements, but it's so short and simple.

Made a few small edits to the personal story. Mostly proofread stuff. It should be good now. And thanks!

BYOND Key:NebulaFlare Character Names:Okay, here we go. Lori Alvarez, Rose Watson, Kyyih'ry'avii (aka Karima) Mo'Taki, DragonSnap, Demitri Rota, Tavaku Mo'Taki, Aji'Rah Laikov, Serenity Systems (AI), Ricochet, Echo (medical), Echo (security), Valary Field, Hawk Silverstone.....I think that's everyone. Species you are applying to play:Unathi What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt):Either sandstone brown or green. I haven't decided yet. Most likely sandstone brown. Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Yup. Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a paragraph format. One paragraph minimum per question Why do you wish to play this specific race:Originally, I didn't like Unathi. They're loud, annoying, aggressive, violent, and stubbornly backwards lizard-beasts. But I got inspiration to make Mazaka after reading up a little bit on their lore. And so, here we go! Maybe I'll discover they're not the violent monstrosities after all. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human:They are very deeply seated in culture and traditions. They don't like to change, and they shun technology. They are also very honor-driven, moreso than a human. Character Name:Mazaka Sslinaekiir Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs Is it okay if it's more than 2 paragraphs? tl;dr version: Mazaka grew up in a quiet village within Ouerean, which had a bit more of a proactive view than those of traditional villages. Her village was attacked when she was only within her teen years, and she fled with her little baby brother. She traveled from village to village, seeking refuge. She was always one of a firey spirit, but without a clan or family to support her, she had to learn how to protect herself. After two years of travelling on foot, she had been unable to find any remaining members of her clan to take her in. She eventually made her way where missionaries would frequent, and she accepted aid from them. This is where she learned of NanoTrasen. The missionaries searched NanoTrasen's database, and actually managed to locate a match for her clan. She contacted this far-flung clan member, Thasethel Sslinaekiir, and with his help, managed to leave Ouerean for a better life. This was nearly ten years ago. Now she's a young mature woman living in Tau Ceti. What do you like about this character?When I see other people playing Unathi females, they're always meek and submissive. I'm not gonna follow that with Mazaka. She's a spit-fire - a stubborn Unathi with the will to live. She's vocal and even among men, she won't accept 'her place' because someone else outside her clan tells her she can't do it. She's a fighter and a survivor. How would you rate your role-playing ability? Umm...I'll give myself 7.8/10. Notes:

I remember in Aurora code, EMP could just be limbs blowing off (If I'm not remembering wrong). I want that back D:

If I may suggest an alternative: EMPs are instakill for IPCs as it stand. However, these EMP blasts are often 'scattered' and it's very possible to miss damage entirely, by the pure luck of RNG. Instead of having this unreliable kill/not kill probability (because the minute there's flashy sparkles the logical response is to run the heck away as fast as possible, and one might just run into a flashy sparkle) can we have EMP scale off damage from the point of origin? At the very center tile of the blast, is an instakill. But further away you end up with things like blown off limbs. At the very edge of the blast, an IPC gets insta-stun for a very long duration.

I love interactions with Mykonos and OATES, and I just know that a Skrell CMO will be wonderfully fun. I might even play my medical Echo more if you get into CMO. (Medical is so boring to play)

You can’t blame yourself for everything. I should be decommissioned. It’s not your fault. I failed. I failed them all. You tried your best. My best wasn’t good enough. “Echo?” Professor Mo’Taki reached underneath the table, tapping a claw on the button to lower the platform. “Something is bothering him.” Echo whirred softly, glancing over to the Tajaran. He was stretched out over the worktable before her, with screens and holopads surrounding him, monitoring his systems. The damage to his shell had been repaired, and now it was time for the development team to finish checking over his softwares. Professor Mo’Taki tapped a claw on a nearby holopad, checking the diagnostics running across the screen. She looked down at him, and flicked her tail. “Nothing of consequence, professor,” he replied calmly, eyeing her movements. She frowned, concerned. “…He sure?” Echo glanced back at her, hesitating. He studied her face, trying to piece together her peculiar body language. He had come to learn that Tajarans were much more difficult to interpret than humans. A simple ear twitch could mean five or six different things. “Yes.” He said. She looked down at him with a frown and flicked an ear. Twice. Oh crap. She sighed. “Echo,” she said softly, reaching for a tool nearby. “She - alright.” She set the tool back down on the table and tapped another button, releasing him from his restraints. “…Is late anyway. She has to get home.” Why did she stop pressing? He wondered with genuine curiosity. You and every other researcher have access to me, like an open book. Why give me space? He whirred, sitting up, observing her curiously. “Have a safe trip back home, professor.” He said with a polite nod. She gave a tired smile and bowed her head, a sign of respect of her people. “And he have a good rest,” She said, turning around to leave. “DragonSnap! Let’s go.” The young IPC sitting on the table outside of the lab looked up and beeped. “Yes mother,” it said, hopping off the table. Mo’Taki turned around and closed up the lab, leaving Echo alone to his thoughts. Curious. She noticed something troubling me, but ceased the examination. Echo climbed off the table, heading for the cyro chamber nearby. He opened the lid, and began to climb into the storage. REflection for another time. I must log into the Systems for the night. He dropped himself into the pod, the lid hissing shut above him. Small mechanical arms inside the pod began to attach cables to his shell, physically assimilating him into his network. He stiffened slightly as the connections strengthened, switching him from wireless to cables, before he sank into a sleepless slumber, with his screen flickering faintly. ==== “Get DOWN!!” Echo grabbed ahold of Silva, the both of them thrown helplessly to the cold metal floor. Another explosion shook the station, the glass windows around them reverberating from the impact. Echo staggered, clamoring on top of Silva to shield her from the blasts. Another jolt, and shrapnel of metal and glass scattered about them. Explosions detected. Echo whirred, turning his head and scanning the area. Assessing situation: high alert. Reconfiguring directives. Protect the cadet. Echo hunched over, shielding Silva’s head as another rain of flying shrapnel dispersed. He used his own body to block her from the majority of the debris. Two more explosions rang out nearby. Then just as quickly as all of it had started, it stopped, and silence reigned in the tunnels. The station creaked and groaned, the only sound being that of Silva’s frightened gasps. Echo pushed himself up, scanning the young human cadet. Her long red hair was a tangled mess, with flecks of it drenched in sweat, and sticking to her forehead. Dilated pupils. Hunched shoulders. Sweat. Rapid breathing. She’s terrified. Echo grabbed her arms, pulling her up. “Area’s depressurizing,” He said. “We need to move. Now.” She struggled to stand, grabbing ahold of the IPC’s solid frame for support. Echo helped her up, grabbing her tightly around the belt and dragging her down the hallway. They headed down the tunnel, toward the closest airlock. Dread clicked in as Echo recognize the heat from his systems rising. Emotional simulators are activating. Great. This is just perfect. Oh, look. Sarcasm systems detected. “Get your airtank on,” Echo ordered, suppressing his simulators and ignoring their emotional tendencies. Silva coughed up blood, gasping in the thin air. Let the personality surface – denied. Current situation requires action. Cadet Silva lacks direction, must direct. Presenting emotion may hamper her survival. “Small sips,” Echo said, as he supported her, helping her as she pulled the small blue canister out of her bag. “Don’t breathe in too fast. Take small sips of air.” Appear human, leader-like. Give her support. Focus on her needs. She fumbled for her airtank, fastening the gasmask over her nose and mouth. Echo assisted her in securing the mask before continuing to pull her along, trying to figure out the safest route ahead. Hallway outside is possibly depressurized. Explosions registered due east, and east north-east. Medical aid may be necessary for Silva. Heat levels continue to rise. Overriding personal preservation – Cadet Silva prioritized. Running estimates on how long shell will last. Charting safe passage. Issue: vision blocked; no way to determine safe passage. Assessing risk: more danger to remain here. We must locate pressurized area. “My stomach hurts,” Silva groaned. “Keep moving,” Echo said, trying to keep her attention. “We need to get out of here, and quickly.” Complaint of pain noted. It does not hamper her movements. Ignoring for now. “Oh gods, this can’t be happening,” she clutched his shoulder. “This can’t be happening.” Terror registered. “Focus on me, Silva,” Echo said. “Just focus on me. Focus on my voice.” Echo used his free hand to brush against the airlock sensors. The doors opened at his touch, noisily rolling along its rails. Bright red emergency lights flooded around them. Change of pressure? Unknown, no way to verify. Lacking sensors. This shell is inefficient! Focus, Echo. Focus on Silva. Suppressing emotional stimuli again. Echo looked over to Silva. She was getting weaker, and blood was seeping underneath her uniform, pooling around her waistline. Area still depressurized. Systems continue to overheat. He zeroed in on the blood seeping underneath the cadet’s hand. Silva is injured. Must assess injury as soon as possible. Echo took a quick look down the hallway. It was too far of a walk to reach the other side. His motors grinded in protest as he pulled Silva down the other route, toward the downed firelocks. We need a sustainable environment. With one free hand, the other supporting Silva, he took out his crowbar from his vest, and rammed it into the mouth of the firelock. His frame creaked and groaned in protest as he strained to push it open. Internal systems overheating. Ignoring damage to arm, forcing override. Enabling backup motors. With a groan, the airlocks finally slid open. He dragged Silva behind them, himself crawling alongside her. He reached up and forced the airlocks shut, sealing them in the tiny area. Silva collapsed against the wall, her hand still around her stomach. “Oh gods,” she cried. “Silva, everything is going to be alright,” his shell creaked and grinded, heavily damaged from the heat and depressurization. He caught a reflection of himself in Silva’s HUDs – his white paint and synthetic padding was peeling from his face. He reached up and tore it off, revealing the stark black metal underneath. “This can’t be happening,” Silva cried. “Oh gods!” Echo tightened a grip around her hands. I need to comfort her. Panic might strain her injury. “Silva, we’re okay,” he said. Unable to verify temperature or atmospheric conditions. Temperature loss likely still apparent. Lacking any method of scanning environment. Stupid limitations. He looked over her quickly. She was shivering. Is action a result of fear or response to cold? Unknown. Echo wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to use the heat of his own body to warm Silva. Avoid skin contact – may cause burns. Assess her injury. “Let me see that wound,” he said softly, resting her back against the wall. An announcement blared loudly into their headsets. Station Evacuation. Proceed to the departures lounge or escape pods. Evacuation procedures. Echo looked up. Closest escape are pods located at arrivals. Stabilize the wound before attempting to move. Echo picked up her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from her stomach. Silva gave a sharp gasp at the movement. Gentle, be gentle. He peeled back the fabric of her uniform, blood sticking to it. “It’s going to be okay, Silva,” He said softly. I need to stabilize the wound, and fast. Echo dug around in his vest, pulling out a length of cable wires. Not bandages, but it will have to make do. He scanned his memory databanks, trying to pull out critical information. I need connections. Come on, Echo systems. Connect to me. Tell me how to stabilize this wound; I need to know, now. A coded file downloaded into his mind. He envisioned a memory, retrieved by another Echo. He could see two soldiers in the middle of a grassy field, one severely wounded on the stomach. The other one used a cable cord to seal off the wound, wrapping it tightly around a piece of fabric to slow the bleeding. His screen flickered slightly as he set to work. Echo mimicked the technique, grabbing the cuff of his sleeve and straining to yank off the fabric. The threads tore with his applied strength, but his shoulder clicked, the motors damaging even more. Ignore it. He noted the mangled shell underneath the sleeve, with the thin wires beginning to fray. More damage detected. Cannot initiate self-repair. Ignoring it. His fingers twitched as he struggled to retain control of his motions, folding the sleeve up to create a clot for the wound. He pressed it Silva’s stomach, as her face contorted in pain. With one hand pressed down on the wound, he took out his gun, manipulating it to release a single rubber bullet. “Bite down on this,” he ordered her, holstering his gun again and picking up the bullet. He placed the bullet between her teeth. She clenched down on the bullet, growling in pain, as Echo pressed both hands into the wound. Now, fasten it. He took the cable wire, and began to wrap it around her waist, and over the makeshift bandage. It needs to be tightened. He took out a screwdriver from his vest, wrapping the ends of the cable wire around it, and twisted the screwdriver about, tightening it more securely and tucking it into the wires. It held fast. “Gods,” Silva gasped. “This can’t be happening.” Echo held her in his embrace. “Silva,” He whispered softly. “I need you to be strong for me.” Voice modulator fracturing, possible damage to synthesizer. “Can you be strong for me?” he creaked. Silva quickly nodded, her face etched with fear. “I – I can try..” “Good,” Echo said. “We’re going to get out of this alive. We’re going to make it to the pods, and we’re going to okay.” He nodded, trying to reassure her. “I will be here, right next to you. We will make it.” he nodded softly. “Now, can you move?” Silva nodded. “Y-yeah, I think so,” she said. Echo placed himself under her arms, and with as much gentle care as he could muster, he helped her stand, supporting her. Obligations are to serve and protect. He proceeded to the other side of the small enclosure, struggling to open the firelocks that blocked them from the escape pods. Override self-preservation enacted. His leg buckled and twitched as his hydraulic systems began to fail. I must protect the cadet. As the firelocks slid back, a gruesome sight greeted them. Three dead bodies littered the floor, and blood painted the walls. Silva cried out in horror, grasping onto the IPC as she reeled from the sight. Echo whirred. Why does this shell lack medical scanners. He tugged Silva along, picking his way among the bodies. “Oh gods! This – this can’t be happening. These people…” Silva gasped, unable to tear her eyes from the grim sight. “Are they all dead?” “I don’t know,” Echo said. “Listen. Once I drop you off at the pod, I’m going to come back here and check their vitals. But first, I need to get you to the pods. Shell is continuing to overheat. Unknown amount of time registered before potential shutdown of systems. Echo whirred, hiding his simulation of aggravation from Silva. Why don’t I know?! He hefted Silva along, gently seating her by the pod doors. This is my own shell, my own body. I should be able to know everything I need to know about it! His foot buckled again, and he dropped to the floor, reflexively catching himself before hitting the ground. My existence as a pAI was more efficient than this hindered shell. I am struggling to find compatibility between this shell, and my designed purpose. He strained to stand up, noting the worry in Silva’s face as she watched him. “I’m…okay,” he told her, supporting himself against the wall. No I’m not. He tilted his head away, scanning his shell’s remaining integrity. I’m heavily damaged. And Silva – well, she does not know how to repair me anyway. There is no point in asking her for assistance. He looked back down the hallway, to where the three bodies laid unmoving. Possibility of any survivors: low. New directive established – check for survivors. His motors stiffened, whirring. Issue – I will sustain damages while moving, and I may shut down. Attempting to override shutdown procedures: denied. Attempting to override shutdown: denied. Attempting to ove- denied. He buzzed softly. “Silva..” he looked over to her. “I’m going to check the bodies. You will remain here. When the pod doors open, you go in, and stay in. Do not come out and wait for me,” he bore down at her, doing his best to give an authoritative tone. “Do not delay the launch. If I do not come back, leave me behind. That is a direct order. Understood?” Silva swallowed a gulp of air. “Y-yes.” She whispered softly. Echo reached down and gripped her shoulder, trying to reassure her. “…Good. Okay. Everything's going to be alright.” He shifted his weight, motors grinding as he moved. Why did I assure Silva’s survival before checking on the bodies- He twitched slightly. Don’t dwell on that. Focus on the task at hand. Echo dropped down next to the first body, checking their pulse. Deceased. He pushed them over to lay them on their back. Human. Male. No identification. Uniform: engineering. Brown hair, green eyes. His systems urged him to move faster as he heard the announcement for the escape shuttle docking. Next target – Tajara, deceased. Zhan-Khan decent. Female. Cargo Technician. The last body was further away. Echo strained to move closer to examine it, using his arms to crawl over to the body, instead of risking more damage to his systems. Human, female. Cargo technician. Red hair, black eyes. He supported himself by the elbows, scanning the victim. Deceased. He lowered his head slightly. I can’t stay here. He pushed himself up, struggling to stand. Logging physical features into a memory file. If I can report them back to Odin, they might be retrieved. He looked back down the hall, toward the awaiting pod doors. Silva had moved inside, as he had ordered her to do so. Mapping route that will grant the least damage done to the shell. He buzzed softly. Adding stipulation: need to move, quickly. I will shut down – that is inevitable now. But if I can make it to the pod, at least I will power down somewhere safe. Echo clamored down the hall, dropping and stumbling as he did so. He struggled to pick himself up, straining for the doors. He collapsed again, just outside. Motors not responding. Come on… Silva turned in her chair at the sound of metal hitting the floor. “Echo!” she cried, unbuckling herself from her seat and reaching out to drag the IPC into the pod. She propped him up against the wall of the pod. “Echo?” System shutdown initiated. Oh come on! Enacting failsafes. Disconnecting processor from shell to prevent further damages. Attempting to override- Denied. …I hate this body. Enabling secondary cameras. Gee, thanks. I can watch the world go by while I helplessly remain inactive. The secondary cameras activated, revealing Silva as she examined him. “Echo?” Silva. And I am inside the pod. I made it in. Silva scrunched up her face in dire concern. “Echo?!” I am alright, Silva. I obviously cannot tell you, but I am alright. ----- Silva carried the mangled IPC into the robotics lab. A bandage was wrapped around her head and waist, but for the most part, she was healthy. “Please,” she begged the first person she saw in the lab. “Can you save him?” she pleaded. I’m not dead, Silva. Echo watched the people around him as he was laid on a rolling table. I’m alive, just unable to respond. He began to be wheeled away, toward the back of the labs. Which I really hate… He watched the corner of his camera, realizing that the roboticist attending him was now staring at his mangled shell, utterly perplexed. Ugh. Great. You’re not a roboticist, you’re just the lab assistant. He picked up Echo and transferred him to an empty tray. You’re going to put me in storage and wait for someone else to either come claim me or – The technician shrugged, sliding the tray back into a small, dark, and cramped cubicle. ...Ugh.

LOGIN> Shadow PASSWORD> **************** ACCESS LEVEL> Cell Network Informant NET ACCESS> GRANTED WELCOME Do they want copies of their official employment records? That will prove difficult to get a hold of. Such a request would take time.

Right after I posted the app, I found out that rrrrr was already synthetic lore head (oops!). Most of the lore that I would love to delve into already have lore heads, and I would not want to step on their turf. The only other options I would love to take a look at would be either the Frontier or the Syndicate lore. But unless I'm mistaken, frontier is largely left undeveloped to allow creativity, and Syndicate is...well, we don't have anyone for Syndicate lore, do we? But I don't know if I can pull off something like that. I mean, I - I bet I could, if I have a nice idea of guidelines to keep it from going off a tangent of overly-snowflake. Instead, perhaps I could ask to work as an editor for the wiki/lore pages? One things that has irked me over the official pages was their informal delivery. I'm mostly referring to things like the Corporate Regulations and job guides. They tend to lack a professional tone, and most of the information is easily scattered across several pages, instead of condensed in a single accessible guide. A state-of-the-art corporation would be more apt to providing concrete information for certain careers, outlining rules and regulations so that it was easily interpreted, and gave no room for argument. I can't count the number of times when I would play security, I would have to frantically search up a regulation or some little known rule and justify my argument ingame. And doing a word-by-word quotes comes out as...unprofessional. Actually...yeah. The more I think about it, the more I realize I would have a lot of fun with Syndicate lore. Of all the antags, anything-Syndicate is by far the best, and my most favorite. I stray away from all of the non-sci-fi themes of SS13, simply because of the give-all answer of 'lol bluespace'. I mean, wizards and cultists are fiiiiine, but they just...clash. Magic should not exist in a sci-fi enviroment, not unless you can back it up with some solid science. I just want to keep fantasy seperate from sci-fi, but that is a personal preferance. But top-secret agents infiltrating powerful megacorporations to bring about a new space-age? An elaborate mastermind bent on freeing the shackles of NanoTrasen by all means necessary, coupled with sneaky backstabs and money laundering of a sci-fi mafia? That is so....Mmmm! It's like a sinister delicious scoop of chocolate lava cake, with melted vanilla ice cream...it's soo good. But if I recall, Skull is working to bring about a better antag page. So yes. I see we already have a lorepage of Syndicate stuff, but...maybe I can fluff out of who-knows-what and more. Write up classified data that only heads of staff would know, or create propaganda newsletters and oh look! Syndicates have a hand in recruiting synthetics! As it stands now ingame, anything 'syndicate' is either muddled with confusion, unintentional metagame, "Big giant red S! Bad! Me brig you!" or, "They blackmailed me and kidnapped my kids if I said I wouldn't do it.. *sob*" (I've been guilty of using that excuse...) If I had a guideline of 'we want/we don't want' in the Syndicate section, I could totally come up with some villainous backstory lore for it! I would love that!

What is your occupation?Atmospheric Technician What is your biological species? IPC What racial category do you find yourself in? Designed Model - Bespoke On a scale of one to ten, with one being never and ten being all the time, how often do you find yourself working in the same department as members of other species? 7-8. It is no surprise to find another IPC within engineering. Do you find members of other species to be generally reliable? Unreliable? Explain.Reliable, very reliable. But then again, every member of engineering must be reliable, regardless of their species. On a scale of one to ten, with one being never and ten being all the time, how often do you find yourself spending leisure time outside of work with a member or members of another species? 10. I spend a great deal of leisure time with humans or Tajara. Do you have friends who are of another species?Yes Have you gone out of your way to assist a member of another species? Elaborate. Yes. As an engineer and being in the front lines of a critical disaster, I have almost always needed to be available to assist those in need. Are you attracted to members of another species? Do you have a preference? No. Have you had romantic, intimate, or sexual contact with a member of another species? No. Have you, or are you currently, in an intimate relationship with a member of another species? Explain the nature of the relationship. No. Have you had a prior altercation of any variety with a member of another species? Please explain.Mainly Unathi, and a few Skrell. Unathi are very quick to be judging and constantly reminding me that I am a 'soulless machine'. They are very vocal and distrusting of myself, despite never having done anything to incur their actions. Skrell are less so. Due to their history, their sentiments are understandable, but I have had the enjoyment of speaking to several Skrell who are more than willing to view me in a more preferable light. Have you taken part in any military engagement in which the opposing force was primarily made up of members of a different species?No. Have you been the victim of a crime in which the perpetrator was of another species?Yes. I was assaulted by a group of humans in lower Mendell. What is your definition of specism/racism?a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various species or racial groups determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race or species is superior and has the right to dominate others or that a particular species/racial group is inferior to the others. This can be extended to include hatred or intolerance of another species and/or race. Do you hold any discriminatory beliefs against another species?Due to observation, I am reluctant to associate with Unathi. Do some people consider you to be a specist or a racist?Not to my knowledge, no. Do you consider yourself to be a specist or a racist?Negatory. Have you encountered, or been the victim of, a hate crime during your time aboard the station?Yes. I had an Unathi coworker who ceaselessly harassed me the entire shift we were assigned together. Have you noticed if specism is endemic to any departments? Elaborate. Mostly in the civilian departments, including cargo or mining. Do you consider members of the Command Staff to be discriminatory towards people of another species? Elaborate.I have not witnessed any such incident of discrimination. Have you been the victim of discrimination by Security?To be fair, I believe they discriminate against engineering, regardless of species. But no. Do you believe that there is a proper apparatus in place for reporting and handling discrimination?Negatory. Most synthetics have concluded that while such measures exist, they are ineffective. Most of the time, the proper course of action is to accept the discrimination and be the more mature individual. Retaliation, even by proper means, will only give the harasser more fuel to the fire.

What is your occupation? Roboticist What is your biological species? Tajaran What racial category do you find yourself in? Hharar On a scale of one to ten, with one being never and ten being all the time, how often do you find yourself working in the same department as members of other species? 3. Most she work alongside of are humans and skrell. It is very rare she will meet another Tajara in research. Do you find members of other species to be generally reliable? Unreliable? Explain. Reliable. She is able to work alongside them in a team efficiently and effectively. On a scale of one to ten, with one being never and ten being all the time, how often do you find yourself spending leisure time outside of work with a member or members of another species? 10. She is very busy, and only has time off on the weekends. However, she spends that with Tajara, humans, and IPCs alike. Do you have friends who are of another species? Yes Have you gone out of your way to assist a member of another species? Elaborate. Yes. She has helped many human friends, with carpools to and from work. Most of non-tajara she has helped are Synthetic, where she works in charitable organizations during her free time. Are you attracted to members of another species? Do you have a preference?No Have you had romantic, intimate, or sexual contact with a member of another species?She's married to another Tajara. No Have you, or are you currently, in an intimate relationship with a member of another species? Explain the nature of the relationship.No again. Have you had a prior altercation of any variety with a member of another species? Please explain. Yes. Most are unathi, who have very vocal views about herself, being a female in research, and working with synthetics. Have you taken part in any military engagement in which the opposing force was primarily made up of members of a different species?No. Have you been the victim of a crime in which the perpetrator was of another species? Yes. Mostly harassment from a human or Unathi. What is your definition of specism/racism?It is the belief that all members of a particular species or race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, which are prejudice or discriminatory. Do you hold any discriminatory beliefs against another species?She tries her best to be open minded and accepting, but she has a difficult time seeing eye-to-eye with unathi. Do some people consider you to be a specist or a racist?No Do you consider yourself to be a specist or a racist?Not really, no. Have you encountered, or been the victim of, a hate crime during your time aboard the station?Yes Have you noticed if specism is endemic to any departments? Elaborate. She has come to realize that most insults of specism comes from the cargo and mining department. Do you consider members of the Command Staff to be discriminatory towards people of another species? Elaborate.No, she has always been treated fairly by command staff. In fact, many directors she has worked under have protected her from discriminatory crew. Have you been the victim of discrimination by Security?No. Do you believe that there is a proper apparatus in place for reporting and handling discrimination?To be quite honest, most discrimination actions are ignored simply due to the belief that nothing will be done about them. Hence, they do not always get reported.

OOC Info: ((This is me giving permission to everyone to use my Syndicate Synthetic, Scarlet. If you want to use her for antag purposes, PM me and I'll fill you in on the details. The benefit of Scarlet is that her shards can vary a great deal, so she can be haywire crazy or cold and cruel. It's up to your playstyle!))

Probably. I could ask the admins to play midis, or I could get the violin ahead of time and try to write up some of their songs in baycode.

The all IPC steampunk band has been invited to visit Aurora! During their tour of Tau Ceti, they'll be stopping by to play a few of their songs and meet the crew! OOC Info: Two volunteers will play as members of the band, and they will be assigned guards as their escorts. During this time, we will have an antag or two aboard the station. Please avoid EMP-ing them. http://forums.aurorastation.org/viewtopic.php?f=78&t=6073&p=60452#p60452