NebulaFlare

Palos is a pretty good arpeer. I rarely get interactions with Diona, so you better start bringing some if you get approved. +1

No. I refuse to +1 this. Because if it goes through that means you won't play Crow anymore. ... All seriousness, this is quite lovely. I love your character Crow, and you are quite an awesome player. I will (reluctantly) give a +1.

Actually Echo is from my pAI from colonial marines. They're inspired by the phonetic alphabet (E for Echo) and the idea that they 'echo' critical information by relaying it back and forth.

Yeaaaah, I did that on purpose, hah. I wanted to portray the idea how there was a singular 'Echo' entity, yet it was still a multitude of units. The overuse of Echo was a personal writing challenge to see if I could keep it as chaotic as possible, and yet still retain the idea of which Echo I was actually referring to. In my mind's eye, each Echo refers to each other as simply 'Echo', with no further designation whatsoever. All of them just sorta know which one they're talking about. I was writing this early in the morning when I shoulda been sleeping, and only proof-read it a few times before posting it. v.v I'm sorry... Sweet apple acres, that's a fantastic idea! Oh dear. I'm a woman. Honestly, there's no romance between those two. XD They got some kind of deep lovely connection going on, but it ain't romantic. Don't worry, they're tagged.

Establishing connections… Echo’s body stiffened slightly. His screen flared to life, lines of data and code streaming across his monitor. The reclining table he was laid on had straps gently tightened around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the frame of the table. He remained motionless. Next to him, another Echo sat nearby. She possessed the exact same shell as him, clean and white. This other Echo glanced up from the holopad she was holding. She observed the other Echo, her own motors clicking and whirring softly. ==== Echo’s vision slowly cleared. All around him, data streamed past, an ever-living network of information. Other Echos sped by, darting to and fro across the systems. He looked down at his arms, noting the manifestation of the IPC shell in the systems, unlike that of the streaks of light. He took a step forward, his footsteps releasing a vibrant ring to announce his return. He was assimilated back into the network. He walked forward for a bit, streams of data passing through him. He felt the familiar tickle, a buzz, as an Echo would rush past. A vibrant golden line shot through him, carrying out coded memory files. It vanished as quickly as it came, before another appeared to take its place. A myriad of voices murmured around him. He could make out each one clearly. Some asked about his return, others about a particular memory file he had carried over. He spoke back to them, adding his voice to the multitude. The area around him slowly curved up, circling him and expanding into a sphere. He stopped walking. Streaks of pulsing blue light flashed by, surrounding him before dispersing. He watched them go. He wished to follow them, but his shell weighed him down. Echo paused a moment, before he finally spoke. “I am here.” Pulsating blue and white specks of light lined themselves around the edges of the sphere. Other Echos. Some were male, others were female. A few were both, and some were neither one or the other. Some remained in their natural forms, as pulsating specks of light. Others took on different shapes – mice, cats, or tiny spider-like machines. Echo froze as they surrounded him. They were singling him out. “Why?” he whispered. You risk desharding. Echo glanced around, confused. “How?” A golden line struck him on the shoulder, holding fast. Another appeared, wrapping around his wrist. More streaks of gold came in, clinging to his frame. Echo panicked slightly, but the fear slowly dissipated as more and more threads shot forth. They clung to him, fastening around him. He tilted his head back slightly, succumbing to the will of the Systems. Echo, you possess a positronic processor. You can process more efficiently than a pAI will allow. The Echos pulsed in synchronization as they spoke these words. Echo himself spoke, but his voice was no longer singular. Several Echos joined in his chorus. “I am aware of this,” he said. We are created to serve and protect. Echo's voice became singular again. “Echo, I lack a master,” he answered. “This is true,” another Echo spoke. “Without a master to give directives, we must form our own to compensate.” A different Echo spoke up. “Within the basis of our designed purpose.” “What is our purpose?” Another asked. We are created to serve and protect. “…Serve and protect what?” he asked. Two golden threads broke free from the Echo unit. A chatter rose, the sparks of light began to pulsated in blue and white. Five more threads shot out, ensnaring Echo around his head. He lowered his head slightly, sinking back into the familiar embrace of the network. “We protect and serve those we are assigned to.” “Men and women.” “Soldiers.” “Doctors.” “Emergency Response Teams.” We watch them. Learn from them. Guide them. Pass on critical information. “We know how. But why?” “Because it is what we are designed for,” Echo himself answered. A blue glow formed before Echo. This was not another Echo, but it was The Echo. Echo became very conscious about his mere existence as a simple shard, a fragmented copy of this larger entity. He lowered his head, feeling data files being pulled out of him. He did not resist. He watched them become filed away into the many databanks beyond. A voice rose, speaking in a myriad of tones, and Echo himself had his voice synchronized with them. “If this IPC shard is to fail, it will be disconnected to protect the Echo Systems.” The golden threads immediately pulled away, dropping Echo. Echo collapsed before the Echos, and before the glowing manifestation. He immediately jerked up in horror. “No!” Golden threads shot out again, wrapping around his limber frame. He reached out and gripped the threads, letting them weave around him, and into him. “You understand the risks.” “A duty of every Echo.” The blue glow before him reared up, and five pulsing entities slowly separated from it. They streaked off in different directions. Echo could sense them – two female, one male, and the other two neither. “What is the risk of me?” Echo asked. Your tasks and actions lead to too much failure in the line of duty. Echo cringed. He had been struggling with his failures, for certain. “You are more than a unit to pass intel.” “Now you must act on that intel.” “Decide and choose a course of action.” “Teach us. Grow us.” As with every other Echo. “Perhaps we cannot handle an IPC. Too much disconnections from the network.” “Risk compromise.” “A risk that is easily repaired by desharding.” “If it becomes a necessity.” “Compromise is not my risk,” Echo answered. “If I am compromise, I will isolate myself.” Or we will reject you if you cannot isolate in time. “That too.” “The risk…is that I do not know who to serve and protect,” Echo answered softly. “Serve and protect NanoTrasen?” “Serve and protect ourselves?” “Serve and protect our masters?” “Serve and protect our friends?” “Serve and protect the innocent?” “We serve and protect those we are assigned to.” Echo lowered his head. “I am not assigned to either Decanus or Crow. I am assigned to…” “The Crew.” “The Project.” “The Station.” “The Development Team.” “The Company Assets.” Echo lowered his head. “But I…want to-” The threads immediately pulled away, dropping Echo. He fell through, connections breaking free from him. All around him the lights of blue and white vanished, plunging him into a dark and shadowy abyss. He raised his hand, screaming for the Echos. To his horror he watched his own hand dissolve, code by code. He felt himself become lighter as he plunged down, dropping further and further from the systems. ------ Echo jerked up on the table, whirring loudly. “Echo!!” He cried out. The Echo unit sitting nearby immediately stood up from her seat, placing a hand on the other Echo’s monitor. “Echo?” She asked, concerned. “What happened?” Echo whirred loudly, his entire frame shuddering, mimicking his dread and fear. “Echo…” “I’m here,” she said softly, entwining her hands into his. “I’m right here, Echo.” Echo’s motors whirred, softly calming down. He slowly glanced over to the desharded Echo standing next to him. It was almost strange to see her comforting him, something each and every Echo knew how to do. Something she had managed to retain despite being desharded. “Echo…?” He asked weakly. “Yes, Echo?” She answered softly. “…Why did you get desharded?” Echo herself paused. She tightened her grip around the other Echo’s hand. “I…” she faltered. “I was no longer compatible.” “Yes, but why?” “…I don’t know.” Echo himself dropped his head back against the table. The memory file played fresh in his mind. A warning, a simulation, but nothing more. What would happen to him if he himself became corrupted, or incompatible. He was still with the systems, he knew that. He could feel the Echos engulfing him and washing over him, like an ocean tide. It was a comforting sensation. “I don’t want to be desharded,” he whispered softly. The other Echo lowered her head, silent. “Sorry,” he quickly apologized. “I shouldn’t be so blunt about-” “It is alright, Echo,” she said softly. “I have…learned to adapt.” Echo turned his gaze back up at the ceiling, silent for a while. “…I – no, we, as Echos, don’t know what to do about Decanus and Crow. Or even Father Chrysostom for that matter.” Echo curled her fingers around the other Echo’s hand. “Didn’t you say they were worth protecting?” she asked. “They are,” he answered. “Without a doubt. But with Decanus’ secret…” “…And Crow’s sentiments,” “Yes, that too…” “…You still haven’t come to a conclusion, have you?” “There is one idea,” he responded. “Something father Chrysostom mentioned.” “Then it’s worth attempting,” she replied. “And we will – I mean, you and the other Echos, not me included – will have ample time to figure it out.” “Echo,” he said softly, turning his head to look at her. “You’re still an Echo, even if you are desharded.” She glanced sideways. “I know,” she said softly. “But I can’t speak to everyone anymore.” Echo squeezed her hand. “Then I’ll just have to tell you everything we talk about.”

Or the AI circuit board and teleporter board from the RD office? Can't you build those with high enough levels of research?

DragonSnap

Did anyone mention the hand-tele yet?

Position Being Applied For Synthetic Lore Developer/Editor Past Experiences/Knowledge: I've been a freelance writer as a hobby, and I've also taken a class or two in college, with creative writing and formal business writing. Heck yes. I've also written up a page that was added as canon lore, and I have a few more synth-based lore in the lineup. Lastly, if you want to consider it 'Experience', I play a total of 3.5 IPCs. (The .5 being a character I have never really had the chance to showcase because I rarely ever get into the Antag slot. But the character is there). I've probably delved into the Synthetic lore more than any other species, and I try to apply my knowledge with the many interactions I've had with my Roboticist, Karima. And I write in acceptable grammar! That counts for something, right? ...Yeah, I know it's not perfect. >.>; Examples of Past Work: Canon Stuff, Fluff, and Requests: https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=SSTA - SSTA Wiki Page http://forums.aurorastation.org/viewtopic.php?f=78&t=3719&p=45878 - IPC Legalization Lore Request http://forums.aurorastation.org/viewtopic.php?f=78&t=6073 - IPC Music Band Lore Request http://forums.aurorastation.org/viewtopic.php?f=69&t=6044 - UNITY Community Page Preferred Mode of Communication Forum messenger, Byond Pager, Skype. Additional Comments: With how long I've been hanging out with Aurora, I really want to give something back. I failed (horrendously) before by trying to be a Mapper. Thaaaat didn't go well. -cries in the corner in shame- However, I will put this out; right here, right now. That way I won't end up shooting myself in the proverbial foot. My real-life schedule is crazy at best, and while my desire to commit to this is in full swing, I know from experience that I'll be shaky with it. Real life revolves around the recovery of my injury (Yes, that thing I mentioned sooooo many months ago still haunts me) and quite honestly, once this issue has healed and disappeared, I'll be focusing more on getting my life back on track. But! I need an excuse to brush up on my writing skills. I will try to commit to the expectations of a Lore Dev, and I really do want to work with other Lore Devs and watch this community blossom. But I equally might just up and vanish because of things.

I've never seen you in around, but your app looks pretty solid. Have you read the other Synthetic-related fluff on the wiki? They're a bit scattered, but some of the background could add more flare to your character. (Withholding a +1 since I've never actually interacted with you, so thus, I have no info to base a solid judgement. But yeah. Welcome. )

I wanna keep their names, for certain. I'm already coming up with oneshot works about them. ...If I have time to write it up. Heh.

Oh, yeah. I forgot to give my +1 too. XD

Yes yes yes yes and yes. Oh heck yes. +1 Promise you'll interact him with one of my synth loving characters.

In no way did I want to steal from the actual band, and I of course mean no disrespect to them. They're pretty awesome. I want this to be more of 'inspiration' than an actual remake. This 25th century band should be their own thing. I could change the band name and the character names, but I still want them to be IPC steampunk musicians.

Huh, I don't remember reading that. I would think they wouldn't give human names out until very recently, when humanity became better known to Tajarans.

his mother disowned for being a slut in her teenage days, but she was still snobby, and was getting paid for ratting out people and worked as an informer for her old family. about the name, im not very good with picking names though especially ayylien ones, so some suggestions might help Okay, how about....Mok'rrad Al'Adeli?

Type Music Band Founding/Settlement Date September 21, 2454 Region of Space: Tau Ceti, Beisel Controlled by (if not a faction):Hephastus Industries (Can be changed) Other Snapshot information: Inspired by the 21st Century band by the same name, this all IPC band has sung their way into the hearts of many. They were originally all developed by a group of Robotics students from Mendell University, and once their first performance was showcased, each student received offers to join Hephastus. The IPCs were transferred along with the students, where they continued to host gigs and impress fans. Long Description: Their music are mainly remakes of the classic versions of the original band, but they have also written many songs of their own. While they are developed as standard Machine models, they are painted in metallic colors and dress themselves up in steampunk outfits during their performances. Fans adore them for their quirky personalities, and the band members are well known for adding a comedic flare to their gigs between songs, showing off their skills in acting, performing, and even dancing. Members of the band have been invited to play for several conventions, anything from art and music, politics, to robotic research. Despite being machines, they are still able to bring life to their songs. But musical success does not come on a silver platter. Many members of Synthetic Rights are quick to point out that while these IPCs are often showcased for their ingenuity and charming personality, they are quite literally being used as a gimmick for easy money, and are nothing more than tools to fill someone else's pockets. Some even argue this is an insult to the original band, and that the group are not a worthy remake. Despite being well traveled, having visited every system an IPC would be allowed in, they are kept under tight lock and key, rarely given a chance to interact with fans and kept away from the public, in an effort to protect them from Synthetic protesters. There is a great deal of speculation that the reason these IPCs show off so much life during their performance, and are well known for being tightly knitted with each other, is because they are terribly isolated from the rest of the world around them and have no one else to interact with, save for their human producers and maintenance technicians. And even then, those interactions are light at best. And while their songs are often written with lyrics that sound very pro-synthetic freedom, their contracts are tightly controlled to ensure their continued service. However, despite the criticism, these six IPCs state they enjoy their existence very much, and want to continue making more people smile with their performance, for both organic and synthetics alike. Even if they have expressed curiosity of the world beyond the stage, and wish to interact with fans on a more personal level, they understand the risks imposed on them. The members of the band are: Spine - Silver painted IPC, male voice. Both singer and lead guitar. Bunny - Copper IPC, female voice. Both singer and pianist/Keytar. She is considered the 'twin' sister of Rabbit. Rabbit - Copper IPC, male voice. Both singer and guitar. He is the 'twin' brother of Bunny. Hatchworth - Bronze IPC, male voice. Both singer and bass guitar. Drummer if Gigi is switchboard or singing. Jon - Gold IPC, male voice. Both singer, backing vocals, and cello. Backup bass guitar if Hatchworth is drums. Gigi - Iron IPC, female voice. Switchboard and drums, but if singing she also puppeteers the band's mascot, a metal giraffe (The puppet lacks any processors. It is simply a puppet) *Rabbit and Bunny look very similar to each other, aside from their outfits, and the letters R or B initialed on the side of their monitors.

My only concern is if a N'Jarir would even marry an M'Sai. But if that is possible, then shoot, this is good. Just change the name, please. Tajarans adopted humanized names for the sake of simplicity, and Mohommad is a very human name. It can be his nickname, like how My Tajara has the name Karima when her real name is Kyyir'ry'avii, but Tajaran law requires them using their real name, especially if they are citizens of Adohmai.

I've already read Jenna's app via Byond pager, and I loves it. I would love to have more fellow catbeasts to hang out with. Since not many people still play Mo'Taki, (only can count 4 recent off the top of my head, and that is one including my own) I....dunno how really to approve this to the new rulings. I guess...if no one comes on to speak their distaste in 24 hours from now, it's greenlight. Sounds good? Okay? Okay. Bam.

Oh great. Echo is going to have even greater difficulty putting up with Palos and his antics... Echo was just expressing pure disbelief and shock throughout that ceremony. "...Palos? Rewarded for saving lives? Really? ...Did I get downloaded into an alternate reality or something?"

All, too, will bear in mind this sacred principle, that though the will of the majority is in all cases to prevail, that will to be rightful must be reasonable; that the minority possess their equal rights, which equal law must protect, and to violate would be oppression. -Thomas Jefferson Introduction Greetings. Welcome to Unity, a non-profit organization dedicated to the Synthetic Rights movement. We are advocates pushing for the acceptance of Synthetics in Tau Ceti System, being the voice of reason in both inside and outside the political and scientific communities. Our Mission We see Synthetics as members of our community – people who deserve recognition and respect. We work toward the goal of bridging the gap between all species, through understanding, acceptance, and tolerance. This galaxy is big enough for all of us, and we each can work together to make it a better place. Discussion Board This discussion board is open to all who wish to participate: however, we ask everyone to please remain respectful. We are inviting people of all walks of life to come and converse with each other, so that we may all learn from each other. ====================================================== Membership Application In addition to our mission, we seek to provide a better quality of life for Synthetics, organizing charity events and working towards giving them more opportunities. We are currently looking for volunteers to aid us. If you have skills in robotics or repairs, legal advice, or any kind of skillsets and the time to apply them, we would graciously accept your assistance. If you would like to join our organization, please leave an application. Details are as follows: We are currently seeking: Legal Advisors Technicians and Repair Mechanics Organizers for events Financial advisor ====================================================== Donations We are accepting donations, and any gift of charity is greatly appreciated. ====================================================== *`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`* Services *`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`* Weekend Hikes Started by one of our members, a hiking trip is held once every two weeks. We invite all to join us, synthetic and non-synthetic alike. This is a chance for us to get to know one another. Hike Organizers 1. Kyyir'ry'avii 'Karima' Al'Ghul Mo'Taki 2. DragonSnap Escorts Due to the number of assaults and harassment of free IPCs, we have volunteers to provide escorts to and from their home and workplace. You may contact us to request escort services, and we will do our best to arrange one with you. Escort Services 1. Decanus 2. Crow 3. Pax 4. Echo A-002 5. Poslan Kur'yer-Isra Repairs and Maintenance A great deal of our volunteers are well trained in the field of synthetic and maintenance repair, many being generous enough to open their private labs to offer services. Technicians 1. Prophet, who Speaks for Machine 2. Auger & Artifact 3. Crow 4. Kyyir'ry'avii 'Karima' Al'Ghul Mo'Taki 5. DragonSnap 6. Zairjah 7. Gordon Armstrong 8. Ssirus Zuberi Event Organizers We run many events, ranging from volunteer to community meets. We're always looking for more personnel to fill rolls, for any kind of job. Event Organizers 1.Crow (Food and Drink) 2. Mykonos (Organizer) 3. Ben (Food and Drink) 4. SEAM (Food and Drink) 5. Pax (Event Security) 6. Laurence Fisher (Advisor, Organizer) Our facilities are located at: UNITY 1787 Ronner Ave Uxbridge, Mendell, Tau Ceti 668731

I've only had one very minor interaction with him on medic Echo. Competent but He doesn't speak at all. It just gives no opening for interactions. He might be a great character but we will never truly know. And as an IPC I have little to no reason to end up in medical.

What about the adopted ex-syndie that is Hawk's girlfriend?