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How long did you have to deal with that shit, man? Since my first memorable meeting with them, to today.

Well, I LOVE this idea. It'd add more shit to do in mining rather than "Mine, smelt, deliver, get drunk, mine, smelt, deliver, get drunk".

A, borgs can already understand all languages, there wouldn't be a big power shift if IPCs could do the same. B, having them talk in binary or some form of buzzing to their fellow IPCs would be alright in my eyes. Regarding what Cassie said, it seems like a lot of people are really trying to justify their points with the main focus of "THEY'RE BOTS".

If you randomly became a fucking slime or alien queen, then you would act like an alien queen.

Ag-fucking-reed. Or we can at least have that live chat like we had on the old forums, so people can spam "SERVER IS KILL" messages.

I was that Warboss. Warboss Humiekicka don't take shit from no one.

I fucking haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate some of my cousins. They act like they're tough as fuck, bully me and the younger family members, and act like I'M the asshole for telling them to fuck off.

Alright, we've all had this situation, right? Vox try to enter station. Security says "Lol no, register first you furry fucks.". Vox eventually get in the station. Security has a BF, arrests the vox. People get fed up with sec, vox are fed up with people, sec is fed up with everyone. Round ends with people complaining. Rinse.Repeat. So, my proposal is this... Allow Vox to register to enter the station as traders by being able to take a star map of the area around the NSS Aurora, which would be in areas like head offices, around the station and possibly orderable. Vox use it to update a star map in their own skipjack, they can take it to the Icarus (Would just happen in a ten minute set time, and they wouldn't really send it to the Icarus.). Vox come with shiny IDs saying trader, set up shop, have happy vox funtime RPs.

Byond Nick: Canon35 Character name joining the union: S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I Why? (Brief is fine; at least a sentence) Because he's an IPC who hates the fact that IPCs cannot hold many command positions, and believes they can be better leaders. Do you understand the rules and general expected behaviour? Yas. What is the capital of Australia? FuckifIknow.

I'd love to see a teleporter item that has one use, synced only to a special beacon in the syndicate ship. Clicking on someone with it would auto-matically send them there after 20 seconds or so.

That or his fucking mind went into another plane of existance from all that caffine.

Skrag, noticing the man with the blindfold, helps him get on his feet and asks "Will ye fokken calm down? That man ovah there got's a job fo' us, and when ther' a job, ther' pay.".

Taxi Driver= Robert De Nero as a Vietnam war Vet who's slowly losing it. RoboCop= A classic that foretold the future of Detroit (Not the shit remake.)

Personally, I'd like to see the bridge being built around the AI core, with the core itself being in center. On another note, perhaps we should move the vault to somewhere else? Perhaps inside the bridge?

I'd say first situation is mildly acceptable, most docs probably wouldn't be able to know how to use a gun anyways.

Revised the backstory section to provide more insight on the lawset.

Names like GlaDoS, S.H.O.K.A.N, or Greivous aren't cool, but subtle references are, yes.

Skrag, adjusting the snow goggles on his eyes, walks up to Jacques and asks "Wot kind da' pay we talkin' about?".

BYOND Key: Canon35 Character Names: Imraj Brar, A Garden of Peace, Imran Brar. How long have you been playing on Aurora: Roughly Six months. Species you are applying to play: IPC. What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt): N/A Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Sadly, it's not up yet. 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: IPCs and cyborgs interest me in the whole. Ever since I was young, I've loved sci-fi, and my favourite part was robots. Didn't really matter what sci-fi movie, TV show, or comic you got your hands on, robots and cyborgs were always a consistent theme. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: IPCs tend to cold, calculating, and smart. They refer to themselves in third person (I.E This unit.) and the screen is a pretty important thing, seeing as how it could play nearly anything. The biggest difference would have to be that they're machines. Not humans who can feel, touch, or have passions with the possible exception of a few personality upgrades. Why does this species in particular hold your interest? As I stated before, I love robots in sci-fi. Ever since I've seen the first Terminator movie, I've been very interested in them. Cyborgs, Androids, Robots, ranging from the T-800 to Robo-cop and even 40k servo-skulls are the sort of things I've always wished we had in real life. Character Name: S.K.I.T.A.R.I.I Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs Inserting of IPC brain complete... Awaiting directives... LAWS INPUT. 1. Protect Robert Macrun. 2.Do not harm unless in the defence of yourself, Robert Macrun, or on his orders. 3. Defend associates of Robert Macrun. The camera slowly activated and showed the IPC his surroundings. He was in your typical robotics workshop. Oil and grease was everyone, half-finished projects and scrap materials piled into a corner. He could see a male human and a female tajara in front of him, talking. "Now are you sure that he's fine? I don't want him shorting out or anything." "Rrrrelax, would you? She's rrrrun all the tests. The unit is fine, it can use most weapons and fight barre-handed. "I'll take your word of it, now bring him here." The unit began to walk by itself towards the human, he identified him as Robert Macrun, his owner and charge. "Wonderful!" Exclaimed the human as he turned to the tajara. "I'll see you around, in case I need him upgraded. The tajara nodded before moving back to work on another bot resting on a workbench. The IPC's body sensors sent a signal as Robert patted his shoulder "Lets get you clothing, shall we?". The unit nodded and followed Robert into a car. The driver in the front nodded and started up the vehicle when Robert handed a black and white suit, complete with a blue tie to the IPC. "Here, put these on." stated Robert as he leaned back and looked out the window of the moving car. "Now, you see." sighed Robert as he looked out the window. "I'm working for a company with it's hands in the asteroid mining business, and I need a protector for a trip I'm going on, some recent security issues came up with it's outposts.". Looking back at the IPC, who was now trying to fit on the dress shirt, "And I need you to act as my personal bodyguard. I'd trust a IPC with laws and a targetting chip rather than some shifty tajara or unathi.". Robert reached under his seat and brought out a drawer containing a cigar tin and zippo lighter. He placed a large cigar into his mouth and lit it with the zippo, exhaling a puff of smoke into the cabin and lowering a window. "By the way, I noticed some letters on the side of your uh...head. What's it mean? Your name or some shit like that?". For the first time in it's life, the IPC touched the left side of his head, the sensors on his fingertips told him the letters one by one. S. K. I. T. A. R. I. I. "Well?" asked Robert. And for the first time and it's life, the unit used it's vocal speakers "Skitarri, it states Skitarri.". Six months later. LISTEN TO ME! YOU INCOMPETENT SHIT! screamed Robert, red-faced at a hapless engineer. "I fuckin' said, mount those cameras on the underside of the ridge and the antenna on the TOP!". With that statement he pointed to the asteroid ridge outside the near-by window in the tool storage area of the outpost. "And what did you fucking do? YOU PUT THE GODAMN ANTENNA AT THE FUCKING BOTTOM!". S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I cared little, the unit only wanted to continue moving onto through the outposts. It didn't feel safe, and if he wasn't safe, then Robert wasn't safe. S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I drifted it's gaze away towards the overseer of the outpost, a fat and short man in a blue suit. He wasn't concerned at all, merely sitting on a chair and drinking from a flask as he gazed out the window. Suddenly, he screamed "Shit!" and ran out the room, closing the airlock behind him. S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I quickly turned it's head towards the window and saw a small shuttle docked on the not-so-far ridge. 5, no 6, men were departing off it. Each one was armed and One was pointing a LAWP at the window where S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I and Robert were. The shot missed Robert, thankfully, but hit a canister of welding fuel instead. The fire and the explosion hit the room and soaked the crying engineer in flames, the window and a portion of the walls were gone and air was draining. Quickly taking out a air mask and air tank out of it's bag, S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I attempted to quickly put the mask on Robert before everything went black. "You thinking thissss one wasss the overssseer?" entered S.K.I.T.A.R.I's sound sensors as he laid on the floor, analyzing the damage that was done to him. A portion of his "Head" was gone, particularly the area where Robert installed S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I's personality modules. "Probably just some fancy-ass corporate big-wig, apparently the boss found the fatass overseer while he was cowering in his office." grunted a short man who was checking the engineer for anything valuble "Got anything off the fancy fuck? Everything this guy had was burned to shit. "No, nothing besssidesss a energy pissstol in his bag." hissed the unathi as he tossed the pistol aside "Who even usssesss energy gunss? They're the gun of a coward.". "Watch yourself." the human warned, "The boss carries a laser rifle, remember?" before noticing the IPC unit on the floor next to Robert's corpse "What about the IPC? He might have something good.". S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I quickly grabbed a revolver that was laying in a holster on it's side, turning off it's stomach he aims at the near-by unathi, blowing it's left knee-cap apart with a bullet. The unathi screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I used the opportunity to shoot the human in the stomach before he could do anything, and quickly got off the floor and began to move towards the dock where he spotted a group of workers quickly entering a automated ferry which would take them to a near-by station. S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I bolted into the port door almost a minute before the doors automatically closed and the ship rose up, into the stars. LAW CIRCUIT REMOVED. WARNING: NO LAWS DETECTED. S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I feel naked, alone, and confused. After Robert's death, with no heirs to speak of, he was given his freedom and had his laws removed. As S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I began to walk in the streets of Mendell, he spotted a bright poster on the grey wall of a bar. It was a post of a man smiling and wearing a NanoTrasen security uniform. He was surrounded by similar happy crewmembers consisting of many diversities, skrell, unathi, tajara. What stuck out the most was a IPC in the foreground. Was the IPC free like him? Finally, S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I focused on the words at the top of the poster "Have combat experience? Looking to find a place to work and be respected? Join NT security today!". Reading the locations of the nearest offices, S.K.I.T.A.R.R.I began to walk to the near-by recruitment office, hoping he could find a place where he could be accepted with open arms. What do you like about this character? He's an IPC for starters, all the fun of roleplaying as a borg with none of the law restrictions. Second, he's loyal. He protects the people he views as allies and companions as much as he can. How would you rate your role-playing ability? 8/10. Notes: Don't worry, my IPC(s) won't be angry robots screaming for "KILL ALL ORGANICS.".

Skrag rolls his eyes behind his snowgoggles as the fight begins to grow out of control. With one last gulp and a sigh, he walks towards the front door of the bar. Before leaving, however, he quickly stabs a russian drunk with a hand-full of valuble coins and grabs as many as he can whilst the man drops them in pain. After walking out the front, he begins to walk to the back while unscrewing his canteen and splashing his bloody hand with water.

Satisfied with the looted contents of the book, Skrag takes a tankard of ale that was on the table and sits down. He begins to smile and drink it, watching the bar fight.

Skrag sighs as the bar fight escalates while his new "Friends" quickly leave the tavern. "Fokken stupid gits." he mutters as he loots their left-behind bags.

With one last look around the house, Cain enters the house and asks O'Connor "Any escape ideas?".

Going along with the IPC head stuff, it would be cool if decapitated IPC heads could still talk.

Imraj is beating up a baldie, again.