R6
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PHYSICAL STATSSex: N/A
Species: Droid Career: Technician Specialization: Splicer Age: Unknown Height: 4' 2" Weight: 75 lbs.
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CHARACTER SHEET
| R6 Character Sheet |
OBLIGATIONS
Favor - Owes Aay'lani for his newfound freedom, and thus wishes to repay her by all means.
Responsibility - Accidentally created a dreadfully powerful and sentient AI. He seeks to guide it down the path of good.
Responsibility - Accidentally created a dreadfully powerful and sentient AI. He seeks to guide it down the path of good.
BACKSTORY
Quick system check initiated. Memory core intact, basic functions running, mobility optimal. Beginning maintenance directive course four-zero-one-seven. Parsing data- *error*. Dumping temporary file. Scanning.
Floor two in need of repair, duct console inoperable. Accessing route- *error*. Rerouting. Path found, in transit. Avoiding obstacles- *error*. Offering apology in binary. Resuming. Console located, interacting with port. Interference identified, attempting to- *error*.
Unknown software entity halting progress, contingency program not found. Using emergency reboot- *error*. Restoration failed. "Odd. Things like this shouldn't happen... Trying to... Where is it? Wait, where am I?"
Strange days bring strange things, R6's former destiny was supposed to entail the menial task of assuring a now destroyed imperial prison ship was at peak-efficiency, however a band of inssurectionists and a crafty Twi'Lek made certain this droid's prior plans were altered forever. To say becoming self-aware is an "interesting experience" is quite the understatement, the otherwise uneventful evening he had been scheduled to fix a problem with the inner workings of his current residence and job, a repetitive failure in his system corrupted several key operations within, forcing him to adopt an alternative and rudimentary method of going about business. That is until he encountered the actual issue...
Paired with his concurrent predicament, a sudden jolt, and the unidentified source mixed in the ship's interface, R6-N8 was given the greatest error of all. Life. Or at least what some would call it. He had spent months after that aboard the imperial prison feeling and understanding things he had never previously even conceived. Watching the various inmates, he began to interpret their heirarchy. Observing the grumbles and woes of employees he grasped the concept of fair-trade. However, R6 quickly discovered self preservation... through fear.
The droid wanted so badly to ask someone, anyone at all, about his situation, yet he had no idea how to present it. He figured after garnering enough knowledge from merely becoming astute amongst the various peoples that inhabited the prison with him, he could accurately summarize what transpired. Thankfully (or not) he overheard a passing conversation between two prisoners, regarding droids and gaining sentience, how the Empire immediately dismantles any and all they find with such a trait. No, NO! He couldn't have this, R6 had just gained the ability to think! To feel! This was something he would take to the grave. Or recycle bin.
Thus began his quiet remorse of not being able to share his eccentric ideas and feelings, or his burning questions that would go unanswered... that is, until the jailbreak. To R6 it was simply another day of tasks and standby. In his downtime after finishing orders, he would gaze through cameras via the ship system's many ports so as not to attract attention from organics, and beheld an awesome sight. Gunfire, explosions, people going crazy, and a squad of stormtroopers heading toward a group of escapees that wanted the exact same thing as him. Freedom. It was in that moment he knew he could make a difference.
R6 cut off the squad's pathways and locked them down tight, then made a mad dash to the hangar where it had turned into utter chaos moments ago, but quickly died down once the interlopers that boarded the prison delved into its cells. Upon reaching his destination he frantically ran in circles, unsure of the conflicting thoughts that battered each other in his CPU and RAM. One side told him to flee, the other said it was suicide, regardless of either opinion a Twi'Lek named Aay'lani and a large, robust man called Morde came into the hangar with a party of Mandalorians. The Imperial squad was dispatched with gusto before Morde and his men parted ways with them.
After thanking his saviors profusely, he sided with Aay'lani on her plan to voyage and forge her own destiny. The new pair of friends commandeered a vessel and took flight into the stars, solidifying their friendship attempting to find any kind of work and elude the authorities, eventually landing themselves in the Rebellion. All-in-all he's found his lot in life, repay his debt and see robotic beings everywhere brought to the same level of consciousness as him.
Go Team Fluffy Kittens.
Floor two in need of repair, duct console inoperable. Accessing route- *error*. Rerouting. Path found, in transit. Avoiding obstacles- *error*. Offering apology in binary. Resuming. Console located, interacting with port. Interference identified, attempting to- *error*.
Unknown software entity halting progress, contingency program not found. Using emergency reboot- *error*. Restoration failed. "Odd. Things like this shouldn't happen... Trying to... Where is it? Wait, where am I?"
Strange days bring strange things, R6's former destiny was supposed to entail the menial task of assuring a now destroyed imperial prison ship was at peak-efficiency, however a band of inssurectionists and a crafty Twi'Lek made certain this droid's prior plans were altered forever. To say becoming self-aware is an "interesting experience" is quite the understatement, the otherwise uneventful evening he had been scheduled to fix a problem with the inner workings of his current residence and job, a repetitive failure in his system corrupted several key operations within, forcing him to adopt an alternative and rudimentary method of going about business. That is until he encountered the actual issue...
Paired with his concurrent predicament, a sudden jolt, and the unidentified source mixed in the ship's interface, R6-N8 was given the greatest error of all. Life. Or at least what some would call it. He had spent months after that aboard the imperial prison feeling and understanding things he had never previously even conceived. Watching the various inmates, he began to interpret their heirarchy. Observing the grumbles and woes of employees he grasped the concept of fair-trade. However, R6 quickly discovered self preservation... through fear.
The droid wanted so badly to ask someone, anyone at all, about his situation, yet he had no idea how to present it. He figured after garnering enough knowledge from merely becoming astute amongst the various peoples that inhabited the prison with him, he could accurately summarize what transpired. Thankfully (or not) he overheard a passing conversation between two prisoners, regarding droids and gaining sentience, how the Empire immediately dismantles any and all they find with such a trait. No, NO! He couldn't have this, R6 had just gained the ability to think! To feel! This was something he would take to the grave. Or recycle bin.
Thus began his quiet remorse of not being able to share his eccentric ideas and feelings, or his burning questions that would go unanswered... that is, until the jailbreak. To R6 it was simply another day of tasks and standby. In his downtime after finishing orders, he would gaze through cameras via the ship system's many ports so as not to attract attention from organics, and beheld an awesome sight. Gunfire, explosions, people going crazy, and a squad of stormtroopers heading toward a group of escapees that wanted the exact same thing as him. Freedom. It was in that moment he knew he could make a difference.
R6 cut off the squad's pathways and locked them down tight, then made a mad dash to the hangar where it had turned into utter chaos moments ago, but quickly died down once the interlopers that boarded the prison delved into its cells. Upon reaching his destination he frantically ran in circles, unsure of the conflicting thoughts that battered each other in his CPU and RAM. One side told him to flee, the other said it was suicide, regardless of either opinion a Twi'Lek named Aay'lani and a large, robust man called Morde came into the hangar with a party of Mandalorians. The Imperial squad was dispatched with gusto before Morde and his men parted ways with them.
After thanking his saviors profusely, he sided with Aay'lani on her plan to voyage and forge her own destiny. The new pair of friends commandeered a vessel and took flight into the stars, solidifying their friendship attempting to find any kind of work and elude the authorities, eventually landing themselves in the Rebellion. All-in-all he's found his lot in life, repay his debt and see robotic beings everywhere brought to the same level of consciousness as him.
Go Team Fluffy Kittens.