Azure Rose
Character
The Azure Rose
NAME: Azure Rose
Fullname: Thlanadar Sprigleaf Azure-Rose
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Mercenary/Doctor
SPECIES: Vul however will refer to themselves as a Amaran outside of personal company.
AGE: 36/23* (Born 36 years ago, however biological age is somewhere around 23*)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 3.8* (This will slowly increase or decrease depending on average heights of those he interacts with. Rate depending on difference, desire and food.)
WEIGHT: Its rude to ask a Vul its weight. 90lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Orange/black
SKIN: Orange and black fur covers the skin so it is unlikely the skin is seen, in rare chances there will be a mixture of darker and lighter skin(Well I never thought I would end up looking up what colour a foxes skin tends to be)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes: subconscious use acting more akin to gut instinct, such as twitching muscles or bad feelings.
BIOGRAPHY:
TLDR Version: Grew up on the planet VulZollo-3, a Colonist planet turned vacation planet.
Tech level under galaxy standard. Formulate years spent helping his family running a restraint and taking care of hotel guests. After being smuggled off planet joined a mercenary group as a secondary medic and eventually combat medic. Got a medical licence and is now looking to find his own place in the world.
SHIP:
Currently: None
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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NAME: Azure Rose
Fullname: Thlanadar Sprigleaf Azure-Rose
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Mercenary/Doctor
SPECIES: Vul however will refer to themselves as a Amaran outside of personal company.
AGE: 36/23* (Born 36 years ago, however biological age is somewhere around 23*)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 3.8* (This will slowly increase or decrease depending on average heights of those he interacts with. Rate depending on difference, desire and food.)
WEIGHT: Its rude to ask a Vul its weight. 90lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Orange/black
SKIN: Orange and black fur covers the skin so it is unlikely the skin is seen, in rare chances there will be a mixture of darker and lighter skin(Well I never thought I would end up looking up what colour a foxes skin tends to be)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes: subconscious use acting more akin to gut instinct, such as twitching muscles or bad feelings.
Experienced Combat-Medic
During his time with the Roses he learned How to treat the wounded and lay down covering fire when needed. However, his experience is more focused towards the stealth and support roles then straight out combat itself.
Licenced Doctor and cyberware surgeon.
After the group disbanded they got their medical licence and specialised in the use of any installation of cyberware. This also relates how to build, maintain and code software for their use.
Minor hacking: Able to hack basic devices, though this is generally left up to pre-built programs and understanding generic coding structure then a speciality.
Self-studied knowledge of genetic manipulation, this is more akin to a hobby, a way to find out if there was a better solution for his kin to get off planet. So far results are not promising though it has given him ideas over the years.
Restaurant Child
Grew up helping out parents in restraint business on a vacation oriented planet, as such he knows the basics of how to handle customers in the service industry, he also knows how to make a mean bowl of noodles. Just remind him to tone down the spice.
Balanced:
Azure is a very emotional being and depending on his mood the better or worse that he will perform at his duties, while this can be considered normal for most species. Azure takes this a step further.
The more faith he has that something is going to work, the more chance he has to succeed. However the opposite is also true, doubting something will work tends to result in miss-fires.
Weakness:
Terra-phobia/Astrophobia: Has a fear of leaving a planet's surface due to cultural beliefs and will ask to be either distracted or in extreme circumstances knocked out during transport. Depending on how well this goes, Azure can be indisposed for hours to days with fatigue and sickness. This has gotten better over the years.
While not as extreme the opposite applies when descending to a planet. Though this is more anxiety than worrying about the effects of taking off again.
If needed can self-medicate this, though positive reinforcement before and after the fact tends to lead to better results.
Emotion driven: Azure is a very emotion drivin being, often acting on feelings and emotions rather than common logic. This also means that he tends to express emotions more freely then most civilised beings. Some call this having no filter.
During his time with the Roses he learned How to treat the wounded and lay down covering fire when needed. However, his experience is more focused towards the stealth and support roles then straight out combat itself.
Licenced Doctor and cyberware surgeon.
After the group disbanded they got their medical licence and specialised in the use of any installation of cyberware. This also relates how to build, maintain and code software for their use.
Minor hacking: Able to hack basic devices, though this is generally left up to pre-built programs and understanding generic coding structure then a speciality.
Self-studied knowledge of genetic manipulation, this is more akin to a hobby, a way to find out if there was a better solution for his kin to get off planet. So far results are not promising though it has given him ideas over the years.
Restaurant Child
Grew up helping out parents in restraint business on a vacation oriented planet, as such he knows the basics of how to handle customers in the service industry, he also knows how to make a mean bowl of noodles. Just remind him to tone down the spice.
Balanced:
Azure is a very emotional being and depending on his mood the better or worse that he will perform at his duties, while this can be considered normal for most species. Azure takes this a step further.
The more faith he has that something is going to work, the more chance he has to succeed. However the opposite is also true, doubting something will work tends to result in miss-fires.
Weakness:
Terra-phobia/Astrophobia: Has a fear of leaving a planet's surface due to cultural beliefs and will ask to be either distracted or in extreme circumstances knocked out during transport. Depending on how well this goes, Azure can be indisposed for hours to days with fatigue and sickness. This has gotten better over the years.
While not as extreme the opposite applies when descending to a planet. Though this is more anxiety than worrying about the effects of taking off again.
If needed can self-medicate this, though positive reinforcement before and after the fact tends to lead to better results.
Emotion driven: Azure is a very emotion drivin being, often acting on feelings and emotions rather than common logic. This also means that he tends to express emotions more freely then most civilised beings. Some call this having no filter.
Slightly larger than the average Amaran, Azure currently stands at 3 foot 8 making them stand out members of that species. Has developed a bit of a pudgy belly issue in the last few years from lack of proper exercise while focusing on his medical degree. He is currently aiming to burn that off again.
Coat is primarily orange with black markings. Fur below the headline is cut short in order to move comfortably in clothing and not overheat.
Has three general styles.
Casual involves wearing loose and airy clothing to combat heat along with a variet of pockets to stash things in.
Formal/work. Will wear a synthetic under suit that will conform to his body and prevent anything getting tangled or fur from shedding. Depending on the environment or workplace they will wear either a uniform or suit over the top of this.
Merc: In addition to the undersuit will wear his 'Azure Rose' (See avatar) a custom mercenary outfit meant to provide protection without sacrificing movability, has a lot of pockets and an attached auto turret/ medical nanite fabricator.
Has a preference of crystal or gem based accessories, normally wearing some sort no matter the occasion.
Coat is primarily orange with black markings. Fur below the headline is cut short in order to move comfortably in clothing and not overheat.
Has three general styles.
Casual involves wearing loose and airy clothing to combat heat along with a variet of pockets to stash things in.
Formal/work. Will wear a synthetic under suit that will conform to his body and prevent anything getting tangled or fur from shedding. Depending on the environment or workplace they will wear either a uniform or suit over the top of this.
Merc: In addition to the undersuit will wear his 'Azure Rose' (See avatar) a custom mercenary outfit meant to provide protection without sacrificing movability, has a lot of pockets and an attached auto turret/ medical nanite fabricator.
Has a preference of crystal or gem based accessories, normally wearing some sort no matter the occasion.
BIOGRAPHY:
TLDR Version: Grew up on the planet VulZollo-3, a Colonist planet turned vacation planet.
Tech level under galaxy standard. Formulate years spent helping his family running a restraint and taking care of hotel guests. After being smuggled off planet joined a mercenary group as a secondary medic and eventually combat medic. Got a medical licence and is now looking to find his own place in the world.
Thlanadar grew up in the Azure Lagoon Resort of the vacation planet Vulzollo-3, his parents owned a restaurant attached to one of the many hotels in the area.
Most of his early life was spent helping out his family in both aspects, from his family teaching him how to cook and serve guests to helping his aunt out whenever she was short staffed at the hotel.
When he could get a moment to himself he would often hang out with the kids his age swimming or more often than not engage in the popular pastime of scavenging items left behind by vacation goers.
One such attempt earned him the crystal that is now part of his totem, the mark of adulthood in his tribe, though the details of that are personal and to date he hasn't shared exactly where he had gotten it with another person due to the fear that harm would come to him or his family. The person who had smuggled it down to Vul was shot by another party when they had bragged about it after all…not that Thlan had realised that until after he had ran and retrieved part of the goods himself of course, the whole locking himself in his room and refusing to come out panicking more than proof of that.
If everything had turned out as normal he would have likely stayed and inherited his parents business, however not everything turns out the way we expect.
despite everything Smuggling attempts did happen, just not to Vul. Normally this trade was limited to exotic substances and tech, the things that were easy to slip under the radar under the more relaxed of a vacation planet. Animals were rare, sentient beings even more so, but not Vul. While the others could be quietly ignored but Vul? Not only where they the native inhabitants of the planet but the side effects of trying to remove a Vul from Zollo dissuaded many from trying after they were informed, something that was broadcast on every trip to the planet's surface. A dead Vul was not worth much, cheaper and easier to go for something else then waste your time.
But sometimes people are idiots and sometimes people get lucky. He certainly did not when he was knocked unconscious and stuffed in a crate before he could register what was going on.
That was the last time he saw his home.
Most of his early life was spent helping out his family in both aspects, from his family teaching him how to cook and serve guests to helping his aunt out whenever she was short staffed at the hotel.
When he could get a moment to himself he would often hang out with the kids his age swimming or more often than not engage in the popular pastime of scavenging items left behind by vacation goers.
One such attempt earned him the crystal that is now part of his totem, the mark of adulthood in his tribe, though the details of that are personal and to date he hasn't shared exactly where he had gotten it with another person due to the fear that harm would come to him or his family. The person who had smuggled it down to Vul was shot by another party when they had bragged about it after all…not that Thlan had realised that until after he had ran and retrieved part of the goods himself of course, the whole locking himself in his room and refusing to come out panicking more than proof of that.
If everything had turned out as normal he would have likely stayed and inherited his parents business, however not everything turns out the way we expect.
despite everything Smuggling attempts did happen, just not to Vul. Normally this trade was limited to exotic substances and tech, the things that were easy to slip under the radar under the more relaxed of a vacation planet. Animals were rare, sentient beings even more so, but not Vul. While the others could be quietly ignored but Vul? Not only where they the native inhabitants of the planet but the side effects of trying to remove a Vul from Zollo dissuaded many from trying after they were informed, something that was broadcast on every trip to the planet's surface. A dead Vul was not worth much, cheaper and easier to go for something else then waste your time.
But sometimes people are idiots and sometimes people get lucky. He certainly did not when he was knocked unconscious and stuffed in a crate before he could register what was going on.
That was the last time he saw his home.
There were flashes of light in the darkness.
Hazy images tinged in green.
A human looking him over.
A blaster firing the same human on the floor and a Gotal staring at him.
Green tanks filled with people.
Just darkness.
And then there was noise. Loud, uncanny.
The jars were broken. The people inside gasping for breath.
A hand on his shoulder. Being told that everything was going to be alright. That he was safe.
He had staggered up at that. Asking what was happening. The Amaran had looked surprised at that but had led him out. Put him in a bed and told him to rest.
He recovered quickly. The others not so much. Many of them degrading rapidly when let out with the longer lived species being the most resilient.
He was told that he must have been the latest capture. So his body hadn't had time to degrade as much.
Zen wasn't one to hold back punches.
They called themselves The Roses.
A mercenary group names by their leader. A human called Ranny. A stern looking woman with tan skin and a head for strategy.
The next week or so was filled with extensive medical checkups. Then more as they realised that he hadn't been one of the latest acquisitions. But one who had been in collection for 28, or so years. And yet it was like he hadn't aged a day.
And they found out he wasn't an Amaran like they had thought. That he was a Vul. Not that they had known the difference before their medical officer had pulled up the specs.
And then had to explain to him that he not only was on a spaceship. But he was off Zollo
And alive.
That had been confusion for him
And for Mekhan. The older Amaran doctor who had been treating him and other captives.
Things got…worse. Confusing. Worse. Good.
People returned home. Some to hospital beds. Others to family. But…it had taken a while to get a message to his parents.
He'd had to do it like he was calling to make a personal reservation with his aunt's hotel. Asked to talk to the owner as he wanted to make a high value purchase for multiple parties.
And then he had heard his aunt cry when they realised who he was.
Got them switched to a personal call and dragged his parents in.
They were happy to know he was safe. They were well. They had moved on.
He even had a new sibling.
But. The trouble was getting home.
They had asked where he was and he had to tell them that he had been taken off planet. And that he had been rescued and was going to come back as soon as he could.
They told him not to.
That he was in the stars now. Every Vuls dream. And he worried what would happen if he tried to come back to the planet.
It made sense. It was scary. And it hurt. But. His parents were right.
He'd talked at length with the roses about what to do. Mekhan advised there could be issues with him going back to Zollo. Ranny had countered that dumping him elsewhere was akin to letting get killed.
Zen was the one to suggest making him a rose. That they had started this company for much the same reason. That they hadn't got a home to return to.
Zen was blunt but he was logical and surprisingly passionate with what he believed was right.
Of course that meant that he would have to pull his weight. It couldn't be that hard could it? It was in fact hard. He hadn't even known what a merc was at that point. He just thought they rescued people. That was a laugh and a half.
The blue roses had been called to deal with one ' ' a known smuggler and arms dealer that was notoriously sneaky. They had come in, taken the guy out before he knew what was going on and only found out about his collection after the fact.
They were getting paid for that. And had gotten compensation for sending those they could to their families. From the respective governments or from the families.
Kella had snickered at him. Zen had said that he looked like a heartbroken puppy.
Then he was told to get more rest and that training would start when he was cleared.
Training. Training was not fun.
Okay it was in some things. Horrible in others.
He'd spent the nights poring over the holopad, trying to learn as much as he could about the galaxy standard tech so kella would stop snickering at him every time he'd tried to do something that she could do in seconds. Which she then did. While blowing a giant bubble of gum. He still hated that popping sound.
He still loved what he had learned however. The stuff that he could do now so easily…when before all this he didn't know existed? It was a wonder on its own level.
Combat training was worse. Zel and kella showing him the ropes in their own way. It often left him panting and sore all over and spending a lot of the afternoons with Mekhan recovering.
It was different when they were on a job however. He was told to stay out of the way and do chores. One of which ended up permanent after they realised he could actually cook. And he realised how much take out and preserved food they ate on a daily basis. Mekhan had the decency to look embarrassed while kella just smirked. He also Learned kella couldn't handle any sort of spice. That had been amusing to find out, he'd hurt all over after she took her revenge in the next training session.
They didn't really let him do much in the way of actual work until Mekhan had been knocked out and he'd had to help treat them with what knowledge he had picked up while recovering from his many many training injuries.
After that Mekhan had basically put a foot down and said they needed a backup medic and that Thlan was going to be it.
No one disagreed.
He had hoped that meant less training sessions. No. It just meant that he got to find out exactly what got hurt and why. In detail.
At least he knew how to best treat it afterwards now.
Still it was nice. It was a family in a different way. He grew to appreciate them all. Even kella.
He still kept in touch with his birth family, When he could. Getting calls to Zollo wasn't the easiest. And it wasn't direct. Letting major players know there was a Vul in space could mean bad things for him.
Ranny had been clear on that point.
So they had him pass himself off as an Amaran who had grown up on Zollo and made friends there. Certificates altered to show he'd been adopted rather than born to his family.
It was probably a good thing how low tech Zollo was in that case. Though it didn't make him the happiest Vul in the pool.
But his birth family and his rose family were different. Even picked up a nickname when he had shared his tradition by adding their name to his to show he was a part of it.
Azure rose. The others had different colours as callsigns so that they fit in. It was nice to be accepted.
Then he started going on real missions with them. Acting as in field support and trying to keep Kella from being a sprinkler system and zel from rushing headlong into danger.
He fully understood why Mekhan had complained about being overworked now.
Training never really prepared you for real battle but the roses weren't meant to be frontal assaulters. They planned and prepared and took out targets before they hopefully knew what was going on. Bit that that always worked but it helped when it did.
There was laughs and smiles to battle the pain.
And then it ended. Not in a bad way but like all mercenary groups retirement was something they grabbed when they could.
And after a particularly good score they could.
He'd ended up staying with Mekhan for a while after that. Staying with him while enrolling in a learning program that had been recommended. Get an actual medical licence.
Which he did…with some side hobbies. You see the learning centre he'd been enrolled in hadn't expected him to test out of several classes so quickly. For him to have actual experience, so it meant that he got moved up and pushed into others. And got different electives for him to play about with.
For the first year or so it meant that he had more time to just. Develop his own interest and get a better handle on technology.
Like joining a gun club. Then a mechanics one when Mekhan had mentioned that they had minored in that so they could keep their tools prepared.
It was exciting. And let him bond with Mekhan. The older male had somewhat become an adoptive dad to him. Not father. He wasn't going to give up his birth family but a dad. Yea.
He could see Mekhan as that.
Now his learning was complete. He had the licences and the contacts and with his dad now married and his practice well entrenched it meant he felt safe enough to go out and take his first real job.
Hazy images tinged in green.
A human looking him over.
A blaster firing the same human on the floor and a Gotal staring at him.
Green tanks filled with people.
Just darkness.
And then there was noise. Loud, uncanny.
The jars were broken. The people inside gasping for breath.
A hand on his shoulder. Being told that everything was going to be alright. That he was safe.
He had staggered up at that. Asking what was happening. The Amaran had looked surprised at that but had led him out. Put him in a bed and told him to rest.
He recovered quickly. The others not so much. Many of them degrading rapidly when let out with the longer lived species being the most resilient.
He was told that he must have been the latest capture. So his body hadn't had time to degrade as much.
Zen wasn't one to hold back punches.
They called themselves The Roses.
A mercenary group names by their leader. A human called Ranny. A stern looking woman with tan skin and a head for strategy.
The next week or so was filled with extensive medical checkups. Then more as they realised that he hadn't been one of the latest acquisitions. But one who had been in collection for 28, or so years. And yet it was like he hadn't aged a day.
And they found out he wasn't an Amaran like they had thought. That he was a Vul. Not that they had known the difference before their medical officer had pulled up the specs.
And then had to explain to him that he not only was on a spaceship. But he was off Zollo
And alive.
That had been confusion for him
And for Mekhan. The older Amaran doctor who had been treating him and other captives.
Things got…worse. Confusing. Worse. Good.
People returned home. Some to hospital beds. Others to family. But…it had taken a while to get a message to his parents.
He'd had to do it like he was calling to make a personal reservation with his aunt's hotel. Asked to talk to the owner as he wanted to make a high value purchase for multiple parties.
And then he had heard his aunt cry when they realised who he was.
Got them switched to a personal call and dragged his parents in.
They were happy to know he was safe. They were well. They had moved on.
He even had a new sibling.
But. The trouble was getting home.
They had asked where he was and he had to tell them that he had been taken off planet. And that he had been rescued and was going to come back as soon as he could.
They told him not to.
That he was in the stars now. Every Vuls dream. And he worried what would happen if he tried to come back to the planet.
It made sense. It was scary. And it hurt. But. His parents were right.
He'd talked at length with the roses about what to do. Mekhan advised there could be issues with him going back to Zollo. Ranny had countered that dumping him elsewhere was akin to letting get killed.
Zen was the one to suggest making him a rose. That they had started this company for much the same reason. That they hadn't got a home to return to.
Zen was blunt but he was logical and surprisingly passionate with what he believed was right.
Of course that meant that he would have to pull his weight. It couldn't be that hard could it? It was in fact hard. He hadn't even known what a merc was at that point. He just thought they rescued people. That was a laugh and a half.
The blue roses had been called to deal with one ' ' a known smuggler and arms dealer that was notoriously sneaky. They had come in, taken the guy out before he knew what was going on and only found out about his collection after the fact.
They were getting paid for that. And had gotten compensation for sending those they could to their families. From the respective governments or from the families.
Kella had snickered at him. Zen had said that he looked like a heartbroken puppy.
Then he was told to get more rest and that training would start when he was cleared.
Training. Training was not fun.
Okay it was in some things. Horrible in others.
He'd spent the nights poring over the holopad, trying to learn as much as he could about the galaxy standard tech so kella would stop snickering at him every time he'd tried to do something that she could do in seconds. Which she then did. While blowing a giant bubble of gum. He still hated that popping sound.
He still loved what he had learned however. The stuff that he could do now so easily…when before all this he didn't know existed? It was a wonder on its own level.
Combat training was worse. Zel and kella showing him the ropes in their own way. It often left him panting and sore all over and spending a lot of the afternoons with Mekhan recovering.
It was different when they were on a job however. He was told to stay out of the way and do chores. One of which ended up permanent after they realised he could actually cook. And he realised how much take out and preserved food they ate on a daily basis. Mekhan had the decency to look embarrassed while kella just smirked. He also Learned kella couldn't handle any sort of spice. That had been amusing to find out, he'd hurt all over after she took her revenge in the next training session.
They didn't really let him do much in the way of actual work until Mekhan had been knocked out and he'd had to help treat them with what knowledge he had picked up while recovering from his many many training injuries.
After that Mekhan had basically put a foot down and said they needed a backup medic and that Thlan was going to be it.
No one disagreed.
He had hoped that meant less training sessions. No. It just meant that he got to find out exactly what got hurt and why. In detail.
At least he knew how to best treat it afterwards now.
Still it was nice. It was a family in a different way. He grew to appreciate them all. Even kella.
He still kept in touch with his birth family, When he could. Getting calls to Zollo wasn't the easiest. And it wasn't direct. Letting major players know there was a Vul in space could mean bad things for him.
Ranny had been clear on that point.
So they had him pass himself off as an Amaran who had grown up on Zollo and made friends there. Certificates altered to show he'd been adopted rather than born to his family.
It was probably a good thing how low tech Zollo was in that case. Though it didn't make him the happiest Vul in the pool.
But his birth family and his rose family were different. Even picked up a nickname when he had shared his tradition by adding their name to his to show he was a part of it.
Azure rose. The others had different colours as callsigns so that they fit in. It was nice to be accepted.
Then he started going on real missions with them. Acting as in field support and trying to keep Kella from being a sprinkler system and zel from rushing headlong into danger.
He fully understood why Mekhan had complained about being overworked now.
Training never really prepared you for real battle but the roses weren't meant to be frontal assaulters. They planned and prepared and took out targets before they hopefully knew what was going on. Bit that that always worked but it helped when it did.
There was laughs and smiles to battle the pain.
And then it ended. Not in a bad way but like all mercenary groups retirement was something they grabbed when they could.
And after a particularly good score they could.
He'd ended up staying with Mekhan for a while after that. Staying with him while enrolling in a learning program that had been recommended. Get an actual medical licence.
Which he did…with some side hobbies. You see the learning centre he'd been enrolled in hadn't expected him to test out of several classes so quickly. For him to have actual experience, so it meant that he got moved up and pushed into others. And got different electives for him to play about with.
For the first year or so it meant that he had more time to just. Develop his own interest and get a better handle on technology.
Like joining a gun club. Then a mechanics one when Mekhan had mentioned that they had minored in that so they could keep their tools prepared.
It was exciting. And let him bond with Mekhan. The older male had somewhat become an adoptive dad to him. Not father. He wasn't going to give up his birth family but a dad. Yea.
He could see Mekhan as that.
Now his learning was complete. He had the licences and the contacts and with his dad now married and his practice well entrenched it meant he felt safe enough to go out and take his first real job.
Currently: None
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Body suit.
Merc suit.
Medical supplies.
Custom mark Auto turret
Customised series Blaster rifle
Customised series Blaster pistol
Customised replacement cyber arm:
a fully functional replacement arm, somehow gives full tactic feedback and is self-repairing. He doesn't know exactly how that is since that wasn't supposed to be part of the design.
This is fitted with an on-board computer, emergency medical nanites and chemical synthesiser, hacking tools, general mechanical and surgical tools suited for fine work. There is also technically a laser built in, though this is very small and meant for surgical work than anything meant to harm. A focusing crystal has been incorporated into that from the remains of their old totem.
There is a synth skin attachment that can be worn over it, however this can feel itchy for the first couple hours as it attaches to his skin and starts growing as if it was part of his body requiring surgical lasers or more basic tools to remove. For that reason, he is hesitant to switch it out unless a situation calls for it, again, this was not in the design specs.
(This is a property of the crystals bio-mechanical nature combined with Vuls adaptive physiology)
Merc suit.
Medical supplies.
Custom mark Auto turret
Customised series Blaster rifle
Customised series Blaster pistol
Customised replacement cyber arm:
a fully functional replacement arm, somehow gives full tactic feedback and is self-repairing. He doesn't know exactly how that is since that wasn't supposed to be part of the design.
This is fitted with an on-board computer, emergency medical nanites and chemical synthesiser, hacking tools, general mechanical and surgical tools suited for fine work. There is also technically a laser built in, though this is very small and meant for surgical work than anything meant to harm. A focusing crystal has been incorporated into that from the remains of their old totem.
There is a synth skin attachment that can be worn over it, however this can feel itchy for the first couple hours as it attaches to his skin and starts growing as if it was part of his body requiring surgical lasers or more basic tools to remove. For that reason, he is hesitant to switch it out unless a situation calls for it, again, this was not in the design specs.
(This is a property of the crystals bio-mechanical nature combined with Vuls adaptive physiology)
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