NOTE: I know its the epitome of stubbornness, but I refuse to RP in anything related to the Mouse's episodes VII-IX, due to the fact that there's no proper worldbuilding or even basic in-universe history in any way, shape or form. EU and the occasional fanon only for me.
Name: A9G-T89
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Rank: Infiltrator
Droid Classification: A9G-Series Archive Droid - 1st-degree droid (heavily modified since his original creation).
Age: 53
Sex: Masculine programming
Height: 6'2
Weight: 157 lbs.
Build: Slightly taller then average, though with otherwise standard humanoid proportions.
Photoreceptor color: Red
Trim color: None.
Chassis color: Frosted white, with bronzed joints and wiring (former library's aesthetic for all of its droids).
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: Formerly an archive droid, filing clerk and research assistant, currently a spy and slicer for the Galactic Alliance Military.
Strengths:
Enhanced Heuristic Processor and Behavioral Circuitry Matrix : Recent upgrades in the Alliance military have grafted this droid's preexisting memory with one of the most advanced heuristic processors military scientists have (as of recently) been able to create.
Analytical Programming: The ability to sift through vast amounts of data on any computer system rapidly, in addition to categorizing the data via an immense amount of generalizations and specifics alike, have easily lent themselves this droid's new occupation within the Alliance military as an analyst, slicer and spy.
Inconspicuous: Virtually no one suspects certain types of protocol droids as harboring the ability to cripple entire military operations; coupled with this droid's enhanced, faster processor and advanced espionage technology, this rogue unit has proved to be one of his garrison's most effective non-organic operatives.
Military Espionage Enhancements: Grafted with the latest in data scomps in his index finger and when combined with his enhanced processor, A9G-T89 is able to procure information both rapidly and effectively from nearly any known computer system.
Military Chassis Upgrades: Hold-out semi-repeating blasters built into hatches atop this droid's wrists can unleash a small hailstorm of short-range blasterfire in the event that T89 ever needs to make an escape. T89's limbs and torso have also been enhanced with military-grade armor, making him far more durable then standard protocol droids.
Weaknesses:
Rescanning Loop: This droid is not without flaws, and his overly-analytical nature can, when faced with too little information or in the uncommon event his processor become overwhelmed, the scanning process can loop back to unresolved parameters as it seeks additional data from a connected system or organic allied lifeforms to aid in resolving those inadequately assessed factors/possibilities, leading to a lack of decisive action when certain consensuses cannot be reached.
Crass Librarian: This arrogant droid has developed the personality of an obnoxious, conservative old scholar and has little patience for the "commoners" who have no interest in historical, military or computer-oriented data.
Appearance: The gentle whirring of an odd-looking protocol droid sauntered past the scarred and muscular Togorian guard towards a softly-glowing computer terminal. The thick and scarred guard, for her part, thought nothing of the droid, though she had to admit that it was unusually clean compared to most of the other droids Herlih the Hutt owned - it much have been a more recent acquisition, she surmised. The droid was impressive-looking, with a round-cornered, cube-like head bearing blood-red, circular photoreceptors and a humanoid jawbone-like extension at the bottom of the head housing the machine's vocabulator. The droid's outer shell was a rare shade of frosted white along it's somewhat thicker chassis, with exotic and almost artistic bronzed joints and wiring that was only barely beginning to show signs of fading and aging. The droid regarded her with its glowing red photoreceptors, before he turned his head back towards the terminal; a data scomp had emerged from the droid's index finger, the Togorian could see as she craned her neck to one side, which slipped easily into the computer's data socket, softly whirring as it accessed information of some variety. After a pause and as her lack of sleep began to catch up to Scarred Fur, the distinct WHOOOSH! of the blast door of their command center slid open next to her, startling the sleepy Togorian back awake.
With a gasp and jerking back upright, Scarred Fur could hear the screams of her companions and the harsh noise of blasterfire beyond the walls. A scream through her comlink informed her that a small army, complete with tanks and a huge assortment of troops, had begun to make its way down the hills, towards their location, and that the security had shut down and been overridden as of nearly an hour ago. While they had only just managed to restore communications, their technicians had been scrambling and at a loss as to what happened...
It couldn't have been... Casting her eyes at the strange droid, Scarred Fur gasped in shock as the droid raised an arm, speaking even as a blaster cannon emerged from the top of its wrist, the electronic voice similar to an old man harshly addressing the Togorian who, with a shocked gasp tinged with fear and anger, had begun to draw her own rifle from her back...
However, she was too late. She understood the horror this new droid had brought on her, on them all, even as its voice spoke the last words she ever heard...
"Your unofficial army in this system is at an end, Mongrel..."
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Alignment: Lawful Good
Voice Example: Archmage from the original Warcraft 3.
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