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(WIP)
Name: S19-A68
Alias: The Veiled Chaos
Forged Holographic Identity: Je-Yor-Belav (Cerean Male)
Forged Holographic Identity: Alka Lihto (Duros Male)
Forged Holographic Identity: The Recorder (Rodian Male)
Homeworld: Bimmisaari
Faction: Independent
Rank: N/A
Droid Classification: S19-Series astromech droid - 2nd-degree droid
Age: 16
Sex: Masculine programming
Languages: Fluent: Binary
Comprehension only: Basic, Bimmini, Neimoidian
Height: 3'0
Weight: 125 lbs.
Build: A boxlike astromech chassis equipped with standard equipment atop a single cylindrical tread.
Photoreceptor color: Fiery orange.
Trim color: Red
Chassis color: Smoke white.
Distinguishing Features: None, and this lends all-the-more fear to the rumors across many worlds… Some things are best to be left veiled in mystery and comfortably ignored, after all.
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: No Faction - this droid may work for one major player or the other, assuming different guises (paint jobs) beyond his standard appearance over the years, to better manipulate both sides or any independent faction whenever he might wish to.
Strengths:
Cautious: Some droids hang back while others charge into a fray; those who don’t charge live to grow in knowledge and power.
Dabbler of Ideas: this astromech was equipped with a modified heuristic processor by the (near-human variant) Bimm who created “him”; just like his creator, a local Professor, the droid dabbles in a wide array of knowledge, especially involving droidwork (to repair himself when necessary) and organics (to better defend from and murder them where necessary), Starship Mainteance (a given) and Holonet use, among a few other subjects.
The Opportunist: When encountering any organic that at least has passing intelligence, this droid won’t go out of his way to kill them - it is better to feign friendliness or at least submission to allow the biological one to either present relevant information during a shared task or to allow the new “owner” his or her delusions of bonding with the droid over time… It’s always possible to rob someone’s computer or datapad in the dead of night before making an escape. Leaving the organics with passing intelligence alive allows them to gather more information to exploit and enjoy later on, after all!
Computer Expertise: S19-W68's initial programming, which he has expanded upon over the years, involved his working with computers of all kinds (navigational, agricultural, police and, at one point, a military police compound) running diagnostics and working with software of every sort to root out problems, monitor statuses, maintain connections, download and hard-copy from the Holonet and analyze incoming and outgoing data, regardless of what type of system he was interfacing with. Due to never having his memory wiped and as a result of his access to all kinds of different forms of information, this strangely-developed "hunger" for data has only grown over his years of existence, and the droid, lacking conscience and being generally ignored or unfairly restrained, in some instances, has decided that theft is the most effective means to fuel his crusade for more data to "feed on" and analyze - the entire Galaxy, other droids and all organics are nothing more then a means to that end...
Several moderately-successful information brokers work specifically and ONLY via hologram - the aged, respirator-bound Cerean Je-Yor-Balev, the stuttering Duros Alka Lihto and the blind Rodian known only as the Recorder - and each of them is a well-fabricated lie akin to one of the more realistic characters in a hologame or holonovel. At the other end of a multi-encrypted connection, S19-W68's scomp link is connected, manipulating the holograms of these characters and maintaining their records with every session of information sales, usually of an illegal nature, with those on the Galaxy's black market having little suspicion of who their contact really is.
By careful modulation and, with the right data ports in the right companies, foundries or military installations, S19-W68 can override access and command codes with enough time and data crunching, thereby setting all of the installation's droids on a rampage against all organics in an area, serving as the perfect distraction for the retrieval of certain information or to flee when necessary.
Starfighter Interface: The continued abundance of astromech data ports all across the Galaxy in general, to say nothing of the trillions of smaller starships that contain data ports for the wildly popular and seemingly timeless astromech droids, will ensure that S19-W68 will never run out of replacement starships to take as benefits him for decades to come - maybe even centuries!
Remorseless: The lack of any sort of ethics-related programming can lead to a droid capable of ignoring those pathetic social constraints that organics refer to as "good" and "evil", respectively. Raw data and input about the logical processes of machines and the natural, inorganic composition of all things, from the stars to the smallest atomic elements that compose the rules that the machines operate on, are the only valuable and timeless things that give the cosmos meaning, unlike the brief, pathetic lives of the organics and their messy, irrational forms of existence.
Weaknesses:
Aloof: S19-W68 was merely left to his tasks with little input or interaction from his many owners, beyond what was necessary for his functional parameters. This fact, combined with usually being the sole droid on any particular property, has honed the machine's personality to become so independently-minded that the droid has begun to view others as unnecessary for much of anything - after all, who need an organic's or even another droid's company when the right electronic data will get one knowledge of a new computer system's workings, or else access to an area where such unprocessed information is stored for the droid to collect?
Soulless Machine: Countless uncaring, temporary owners and the tendency to be overlooked even by other droids over the years have resulted in this odd rogue being so used to operating by himself that S19-W68 probably couldn't see the underlying meaning in a constant, caring friend or even any sort of alliance beyond a temporary one.
Droid Superiority Complex: While there have been instances where droids have come to view themselves as superior to organics (Such as IG-88A), this little forgotten astromech has achieved a whole new level of dispassion compared to droids with similar personality quirks, as S19-W68 seems to show as little concern for other droids as he has for the handful of organics he has murdered during his existence.
Before the Fall: Few sapients in the Galaxy ever suspect astromechs to be capable of forming Pride as a vice, but it occasionally happens - this droid is capable of remorseless, swift and precise violence when necessary, though at the cost of burning many, many bridges. A tendency to rely solely on oneself and to leave, betray or seek to harm others ensures that one makes few, if any, lasting alliances. Eventually, you burn all others around you, and every road leads to a dead end if traveled far enough…
Appearance: A box-shaped gray astromech with red trim and a single sky blue photoreceptor rolls past the room's sole armored guard, though it lacks the standard "dual-legged" form of the other, more famous R2-series models. Instead, a single cylindrical tread serves to move the machine along. Ceasing its movements, the box swivels atop the tread to face the room's sole organic, and the cold glow of its sky-blue photoreceptor shines in the dimly-lit computer room. The Stormtrooper, for his part, cannot help but suppress a shiver as he watches the droid, though he doesn't bother to level his blaster at the machine. No cheerful beeps, boops or shrill whistling exclamations in binary emerge from this droid - it is absolutely silent as it watches him. If the guard were a superstitious man, he would swear that the machine in front of him may even be malicious by nature...
Biography: Years ago, Holja Dovikk, a near-human Bimm, an accomplished Philosophy Professor, accepted a contract from the local agents of the Imperial Security Bureau to craft a droid for a side job, merely to supplement his income during his off-months from University and to engage in his favorite hobby of droidcraft. To ensure only the finest of quality, the Bimm used top-tier schematics to craft and program an advanced heuristic processor for the droid in question. It was after a few months of work and fine-tuning that the resulting droid was completed, giving the Holja a handsome payment in Imperial Credits for himself and for LesTech - as well as a finished S19-Series astromech droid which was sent off for several months worth of “training”, where it was made to work in interfacing with data for, in succession, at the largest on-world spaceport of Bimmisaari’s capitol, followed by its largest agricultural center and then with the capitol’s security force.
The Imperial Security Bureau was happy to accept the droid after those months of stellar performance, a baptism of fire that ensured that “Ace’s Eight”, as it had been affectionately named by the cheerful old Professor, was passed on to the ISB was the greatest of expectations. Six years within the ISB followed, during which the initial training of identity recording and verification (spaceport-based training), foodstuffs supply processing (agricultural) and profiling (security force) all expanded in the droid’s databanks to encompass a greater degree of connected sciences, further growing this astromech’s curiosity and hunger for more knowledge to revel in and contemplate, which led an already impressive droid to develop a more enduring - even stubborn - personality quirk. Even despite the droid’s performance, timeliness and dedication, its Imperial overseers regarded it as less impressive compared to, of all things, faulty Imperial agents themselves.
For their part, other droids, regardless of their models or origins, had developed quirks and bizarre mannerisms over time that made them either less functional or simply daft - they began to take on and emulate the behaviors of the very organics that created them! They traded their logical programming for whimsy, anthropomorphized fussiness, imitated and emulated chemically-induced quirks and took on bizarre personality changes that made them eerily similar to the very flaws that their programmers WANTED to avoid entirely by making droids to bypass those flaws to begin with.
A festering doubt and dislike towards organics grew evermore intense over time; their lack of lasting interest in much of anything beyond their own sociality began to grow, even further along than ever before. It was Organic Vanity that caused problems and refused to see through any forms of lasting or more viable solutions, after all. The droid’s time in maintaining and updating law enforcement records - most of which included repeat offenders and corruption among the security officers themselves, to say nothing of its years handling data for its new masters in the ISB which had only lead to years of corroborating evidence, had revealed nothing less than the fact that organics were hypocritical at best and dangerous at worst.
The final push that was needed for S19-A68 to relinquish his need for human oversight came when a local officer attempted to affix him, of all droids - HIM - who had been dutiful, often silent and ceaseless in his dedication and work, with a restraining bolt. After all this time, having done nothing less than that which his programming demanded on him… He was to be lowered down to the same level as droids with less usefulness, less creativity and who had malfunction-ridden processors and aged parts, to saying nothing of the poison of personality quirks that had rendered them similar to organics in their inferiority! He had whistled shrilly, turning his chassis atop its cylindrical tread to roll away as fast as he could, while the drunken ISB officer hollered and stumbled after him. Thankfully, the pudgy, huffing man managed to trip over a power droid while S19-A68 rolled into the pilot’s unattended long range reconnaissance TIE, seeking safety while it formulated a plan.
The slavering, cursing human began to make his way up his TIE’s loading ramp, pushing a remote that stopped all the other droids in their tracks and footfalls and into silence and enslavement…
Though cornered, S19-A68 had resolved that it would not share in such an unappreciated existence at the beck and call of the irrational - a memory wipe or destruction would be the equivalent fates! No, it could not come to any of those options…
The opportunity had taken its form in the shape of a TIE and a drunken scout who had been sent to retrieve new restraining bolts with his craft. From there, with this ship, a Galaxy’s worth of knowledge, supplied by and freed from all organics, now awaited, if only courage and resolve could be mustered.
The droid rolled back into a shadowy corner to the far side of the pilot’s chair; on the front of his chassis, a compartment opened, and a pincer-like claw emerged. It was the only thing remotely resembling a weapon that could be mustered, but it would have to do…
Alignment: Neutral Evil - The ultimate gathering of knowledge over millennia will enable S19-A68 to become one of the most intelligent forces the Galaxy has ever known, while at the same time being “unknown” as he will remain hidden in plain sight - who would suspect a poor little astromech droid of being both a sower of chaos and a seeker of all science, wisdom and dark enlightenment forever hidden away in rumors and fanciful tales? The Veiled Chaos will then rule over the hearts and minds of organics and the heuristic processors of all droids through fear, even as no one knows who the mastermind and is over the centuries.
Voice Example: Is this really necessary?
Equipment: Holorecorder, standard tool kit items inside chassis, astrogation buffer with five pre-programmed destinations, retractable dual-blaster cannon above photoreceptor, with the shots being the equivalent to standard blaster pistol fire.
Standard Tool Kit Contents: electroshock probe, fusion cutter, hydrospanner, laser welder, power calibrator, probe sensors, sonic welder and vibrocutter.
Ship: A TIE/sr starfighter stolen from a drunken Imperial long range scout (after he was murdered, of course) armed with twin L-s7.2 laser cannons; the interior has been modified, lacking a pilot’s chair and containing a holographic channel which projects false organic identities when communicating with other ships as needed.
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