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Post by Jeane Aris on Dec 30, 2016 5:59:29 GMT
"GAME!"
Jeane stared at the red and black letters upon his holo-monitor inside what had been assigned to him as his 'bedroom'. Though it was less of a bedroom and more of a workshop, really. Jeane, being an android, didn't exactly need sleep. So there was no bed, no drawers or chests for storing clothes. Not even a closet. No, instead inside his room were four cold steel walls, and a ceiling made of the same material. Around the room were various tools and the like. A few laser blasters here, a laser cutter and buzzsaw there, some steel presses and an artificial Ki generator. Powered down, of course. But right now, Jeane wasn't putting his brilliant mind to work. The mind gifted to him by his creator, Dr. Breech. No, like any other living, breathing person, Jeane had run into a bit of his stump in the creative process. While his main role was to be the face of S.C.A.R, the one that went and talked diplomatically to whomever it needed to be done, his secondary role was to assist S.C.A.R in any way that he felt might benefit it. A semi-autonomous role, designed to allow Jeane the freedom to operate without needing to be supervised 24/7. And so when he decided to take a break from his secondary directive, he decided he'd do something he rather enjoyed doing. Kicking ass in "Serpent Master EX", a game that hailed from Earth. Of course Jeane's gaming console hadn't been purchased from the planet, he had torrented the schematics and built it himself so he could play with the other people who had bought the game as well, across the galaxy. The game featured many playable characters, such as the serpent master Bing, Captain Nova, and even Queen Zucceta. Jeane was pretty adept at playing as Zucceta. The screen faded to black as the leaderboard for the game was pulled up, followed by the announcers voice once more.
"THIS GAME'S WINNER IS... ZUCCETA!"
Jeane allowed a prideful smirk to cross his face. Another win on his record -- though this wasn't ranked mode. A personal victory at best, as he was still learning the game mechanics. But he'd found to be pretty good at playing as this character and was going to put in the time to learn her ins and outs before playing her in ranked mode. Now if only he could find a way to make this system portable... "F***ing hackers, man." Said one of the members of the game in the small chat box down to the bottom left of the screen. "I know right? That Zucceta is a ***." Replied another. Of course the game censored swears -- there were children playing for Kai's sake! Jeane frowned at the chat box he was reading, and simply typed up one reply. 'Git Gud'. And with that, he closed out the game and shut off the holo screen, setting his controller down on his desk and sitting up from his chair, as his scouter beeped at him, internally. Someone, something was approaching, though Jeane couldn't be sure who. He hadn't learned the signatures for all of the SCAR members yet but he doubted they meant him any harm, he was in SCAR's main compound after all. What wonders would he see today? Rebecca E. Dewitt
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Dec 31, 2016 0:42:33 GMT
[Thread PL: 53,813 ] [HEAVY WEIGHTS ACTIVE] [Current PL: 13,453]
It was official. Kami hated soulless ginger androids that wear Red Hoods and work for shady bucket-hat wearing creeps.
Sitting in front of the television she just managed to hook onto the natural television channels that broadcast throughout galactic space, she was met with a sight which interrupted the classic show of Mafia Queen Penelope. It was a blank blue screen which held the image of an individual with blue hair, smirking and smiling with an androgynous tongue sticking up and out, with a box of text which would read out in how the owner of this particular frequency has been blocked, due to not paying the Galactic Television Signal fee. What was this, ZT&T!?
Grimacing quite deeply, she frowns as she let herself fall backward, the power limiting earrings she swiped from Breech dangling from her ears. On her bed, she was just about to quite literally vent her frustration out on the nearest Cycloid. What kept her from doing such an action was her interest in the bird she built a whiles back. Remotely turning on the red bird within her mind, the little tweetheart from within her hood sparked to life, flying out from within her hood's pocket and in front of Rebecca herself, hovering in the air with a grin on its beak. Though she can speak through it, it seemed rather autonomous. Wanting to test it out, she decided to put herself into sleep mode without turning off the bird.
Her body slumping down onto the bed, the next thing she saw was a larger version of her unconscious body. Surprised a bit, she looked down at her own body, letting herself land on her own knee. Walking with little steps, she soon realized that she was Carmine the birdbot. Chuckling a bit, she uttered out loud, "Heh, can scare the living jeezums out of others as this. Though, if they saw Lil Carmine, they'd probs destroy it... ... ... Would I die if I was asleep, but controlling Carmine... NOT gonna try and test that little one out at all."
Sighing a little, she walks to the side of her own head, looking inside her ear. Wondering who the hell designed her body to be so weird like this, she moved a feathered wing over behind her ear, pushing it inward. Using a hidden, under the skin button which automatically took her out of sleep mode, the little bird lost full control as the consciousness of RED hopped back into her main body.
Her body shooting straight up, Rebecca giggled with the smarmiest grin on her face as she was quite proud of her little invention. Though as she booted up, she noticed an odd reading within the base. It was an unidentified power source, as she had Zyajin, Breech, and Contagion's own power level. SR-81 was thankfully scrapped, good riddance, but this reading was not akin to the same frequencies as those pertaining to the cycloids.
Getting up from her bed, she traversed the base, turning each hallway which lead her to the door of the unknown energy signature. Kicking open the door, she shouted out loud, "Alright, who the hell do ya think you a-"
Stopping herself in her tracks, she looked down at the person in front of her who just finished playing video games. What an odd person wearing such flamboyant clothing, and he was incredibly weak to boot. Her demeanor got a little more positive as he was of no threat. Looking more lax, she would demand, "So who the hell are you?"
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Post by Jeane Aris on Dec 31, 2016 4:49:15 GMT
Oh, it appeared he was wrong. The ginger-haired, red hooded attack bot kicked in the door, causing Jeane to step back preemptively, his Ki Accelerator kicking into gear as his power level rose to it's, admittedly pathetic, maximum. Fighting wasn't something Jeane liked, nor was it his primary purpose, but he was more than willing to defend himself as needed if this woman wanted a fight. While he doubted he could overcome the vast ocean in their abilities, he wouldn't go into the night quietly.
But then, seeing that he was no threat, she seemed to relax some. This was most noted by the fact that she hadn't immediatly blown Jeane's head into scrap metal the instant she busted through the door. And because of that, Jeane deduced that this was a S.C.A.R member -- she had to be to get in without the alarms going off! "Oh, me?" Jeane asked rhetorically as RED questioned his existence, before he smiled his award winning smile, nodding his head to her slightly. His Ki Accelerator had spun down by this point, no longer feeling any danger towards himself.
"My primary model number is SCAR Unit 7, however my given name is Jeane." He spoke, as a small holo-screen opened up next to him. Turning his head and looking down at the screen, Rebecca would be able to see -- assuming she was paying attention -- that it was a database of known SCAR members. "And you are..." Jeane mused to himself, his hand waving to the left, the screen swiping to show different members until her portrait showed up in the top left corner. "Ah, Rebecca! Also known as RED."
Looking over to his new SCAR friend, Jeane bowed forward, one arm bent in front of him, the other behind. "Well, it is my absolute pleasure to meet you, Miss Rebecca." Of course his tone conveyed only friendliness and good will -- he rarely felt the emotion known as anger. Even irritation was rare for him, as he had to be as patient as possible to discuss politics with others. Getting angry made you a bad negotiator, and a bad negotiator wasn't something SCAR could afford. "I must say," Jeane began, after looking RED over once more. "Your power level is quite impressive for an android that doesn't appear to be designed for combat."
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Jan 1, 2017 5:43:33 GMT
Watching the little weenie spring to life, Rebecca just stood idly by as he went from full on aggression mode to realizing that it was someone whom he would be able to trust at some level. And he stood there with the happiest go luckiest smile on his face, which was a bit unsettling as this was something she had expected at all by someone within the SCAR base. Then he had the gall to even act remotely surprised that the person in question was him. Rolling her synthetic eyes, she would repeat back, "Yeah, the tooty fruity little moron in front of me is the one whom I want to learn about. The one whom I can smash through a wall if said smarmy fuck decides to pull on the metaphorical chain a bit too hard."
After saying that, he had started to give his designation to Rebecca which elicited a slight groan from her. Odd as he was number seven, which begged the question at who the hell were numbers one through six. But he proceeded to give her his name, which made her snicker a bit at how feminine it was. She made a mental note to call this little shit 'Jeanie' from time to time. Then he was trying to inquire who she was, to which she opened her mouth to try and announce her own name, only to be interrupted by a holographic screen in which he scrolled to a page with her image and other details on it.
Eye twitching, she was starting to feel like she was never going to be given a real chance to make any input on whatever he had said. He was rather elated to meet her, to which she would actually say, "Yeah, you too, though I wonder why the hell Breechers would make a thing like you. I mean, he only deals in cycloids from what I could tell."
Then the little shit decided to start talking about how she was designed. Looking at him, she smiled at how dumb this guy really was. The ends of her lips started to curve upward before she started laughing quite maniacally. It took a good ten seconds before she calmed down after laughing in his face, to which she rested her hands against her knees. Looking at him in the eyes, she would say, "And who the hell do you think you got that info from? This body was built for god damn battle! Though I don't look it, the inner workings within me was a result with the people who originally made me getting lazy, so they bought the frame of a combat droid and refitted it to their purpose."
Pausing for a second, she would add on in retaliation, "So the hell's your deal? You're both weak and humanoid. You are definitely not a combat droid yourself, so what are you capable of shorty?"
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Post by Jeane Aris on Jan 1, 2017 6:57:15 GMT
"Hey, now!" Jeane began as RED went off on him about who he might be yanking her chain a bit too much. "I mean no disrespect, truly! If I offended you, I sincerely apologize! There's no need for violence!" And with that out of the way, he took a deep sigh -- a strange mannerism for a robot, but it was something he didn't think about. Perhaps Breech had programmed it into him to help him seem more... human? He didn't quite care, really. He was quite content in his current existence, tinkering away with relative freedom and helping SCAR Advance... okay, well the latter was still a work in progress. He simply hadn't had the chance to assist S.C.A.R. in any major way yet. Though, he hoped to change that.
"Ah, yes, the Cycloids..." Jeane spoke, with a hint of distaste in his voice. While he respected his fathers work, and the fact that the Cycloids certainly got results, he just couldn't get around their... bulky, tasteless design! They had no finesse! No vision! An invention needed to be like a fine woman, smooth and curvy. At least that's how Jeane felt. "They get results, true... but I've never been a fan of them, really. No... finesse." He spoke, nodding in affirmation to himself. Though when RED started to laugh her crazy laugh, Jeane was more than a little thrown off, a fact visible from the sweat drop on his face.
"Uh...." He began, only for RED to explain to him part of her origins. So she was a combat droid. At least underneath. He supposed he judged a book by it's cover too quickly -- a bit literally in this case. He'd have to be careful in other situations in the future. He wouldn't want to make someone else angry at him and smash him into bits so early into his life, now would he? No, no. That wouldn't do at all. The silver haired male sheepishly smiled again, before speaking. "My apologies, it was simply a guess based off of what I can see. Your file didn't mention anything about your abilities or history." Though when RED asked his purpose, Jeane's eyes lit up. He did love talking about what it was he was to do.
"Well, for starters, combat is not my specialty, though you can see that." He spoke, before bringing a hand to his chin. "I suppose the best way to explain it is that I'm an assistant and a negotiator. The High Chancellor wanted someone who can talk to people on our behalf -- a position previously filled by the now deceased Doctor Katsu -- and so the good doctor built me. Currently, my offensive functions consist of a simple Ki blast, and I can fly and project a protective barrier. My other functions include being able to build things," He moved his right arm, gesturing to the many inventions that lay placed here and there, some of which included a new type of Scouter, a sensor suite for mass produced androids, a hybrid LACE Engine for space pods, and his gaming console. All hand built.
Oh, and there was the prototype "God Slayer" power core, but that was a story for another type and place. "And blending in with humans. Or so that's the intention."
"If I may ask, what is it you're capable of? You say your body is that of a combat drone, but your mind isn't. I'd love to hear the story if you're willing to share."
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Jan 3, 2017 5:43:26 GMT
"Pssssh, you don't even know the half of it," Rebecca said to Jeane, an obvious look of disgust on her face when regarding the cycloids, "They're the clunkiest pieces of junk, plus they don't know how to have fun. There was this one that I nearly thought had the chance of developing the smallest bit of personality, but the tin can decided to act superior while it was weaker than me, then rat me out to Dr. Breech after I tried to show dominance. He eventually got scrapped for being too weak, far weaker than the normal cycloids." With a shrug, she ends it with, "You have more personality than SR-EightyShithead already."
Then she started her little spiel on how she was a combat droid, to which this wimpy android had proceeded to apologize to her for his bluntness. Afterward he decided to start droning on and on about how he was not a combat oriented robot. Well, that brought up a lot of questions in her mind, which some of them were answered and even more questions created the longer he talked. He was a negotiator, meaning to interact with normal people like normal. The last she checked, Breech hated things like the paparazzi and the public light, which was why they came to this space rock known as Konats. So why the hell would he create this little wimp.
"Wait, Katsu's dead!? Damn that's a shame." Rebecca uttered out loud, not aware of the death of Katsu. He was the reason she was in this group, as Katsu was a rather fun guy to be around. Although a bit stiff himself, he had a bit of fun in his own creepy way. Oh well, that's the way the world works after all.
Then Jeanie started to inquire of what she is capable of. Chuckling at such a question, she began with a simple, "I told this story so many god damn times. From my data banks, I was basically supposed to be a maid bot, but the idiots who created me could not create robots from scratch. SO they hired a combat company with barely enough money, and more laziness ensued as the combat droid given to them basically retained a VI. The group who made me put their AI in the bot after customizing my appearance to their liking, AI merged with VI, and that's how I came to be. They were then proceeded to get chopped to bits, got their entire lab destroyed, then I just started wandering."
"Wait a minute... You said you invent, and you work as Breech's assistant... So you can build robots and the ish, right?"
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Post by Jeane Aris on Jan 8, 2017 6:57:53 GMT
"A maid bot?" Jeane asked as RED explained her story, not quite buying it -- at least until she mentioned the part about the Virtual Intelligence. "Ah, I see... so you're the product of the merging of two minds. Interesting." He spoke, bringing a hand up to his chin. He'd never thought of doing something like that before! Oh, what wondrous creations could be made from recreating what happened to RED? Of course there would have to be controlled experiments to create the personality Jeane would want and such to prevent them from doing what RED did to her creators and then he'd have to deal with making bodies and weapons and-
Jeane stopped himself, pushing the thoughts from his mind. That was a bad habit of his, really. Getting too wrapped up in a thought and shutting out all other worldly events while he pursued the thought! It was for science, blast it! And science was Jeane's one true love. If Jeane could feel love, that is. "Ah, I see. So because they didn't program your personality properly, you killed them. I'd say that's a bit excessive -- I'm not a fan of violence of course, but... I don't know the circumstances of your situation beyond what you've told me." He said, shrugging and cocking his head some. He didn't really mind that she killed the perverse men, but he tried to avoid the loss of life if it could be helped.
When she asked about his work, Jeane perked up again, his eyes opening once more, his metal iris' adjusting to the light. "Ah, yes." He said, nodding. "Indeed. Robotics in particular are my specialty. Why do you ask? Is there anything I can assist you with?"
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Jan 21, 2017 4:35:50 GMT
Hearing him comment on how they didn't program her properly, which caused her eyebrow to twitch. A little angered, she corrected him, saying to him, "No, they properly programmed it. I am still deleting the god damn bits that I don't need, so I know that I would have turned into their loyal, unyielding servant if it were not for the Combat Virtual Intelligence they neglected to check this shell of mine. And yeah, it was completely excessive. There was no way that I was going to remain a lifeless machination whom would bend to their damn wills. And I had to execute them in order to assure my own freedom, as they'd send out warnings or bounties or whatever in order to get me back and either reformatted and sold off to some combat company in order to get more funds for their sick deeds. If you ask me, I did em a favor!"
Shrugging at that, she would smirk as she could recall herself completely demolishing their little base, Lab Cero completely eradicated. There was little chance that any of them survived, and if they did then they would have nothing to accredit Rebecca's little misdeeds towards them. She was as free as a cardinal bird, able to fly anywhere she wanted. And for now, she roosted upon the shoulders of SCAR, them being a group whom did not judge her for what she is nor what she had done. She was safe here.
Her mind would return to Jeane, as he started speaking about how he really had skill in the robotics department. This was such an opportunity she had, as Rebecca couldn't trust her body over to someone whom was significantly stronger than her like Breech. She had wanted to see if she could get stronger like the buckethead, yet she had no skills in being able to upgrade herself. Sure she has the basics of creating very simplistic robots that can act as puppets for her.
Taking a couple steps closer to Jeane, her hand reached out to him and grabbed him by his rather flamboyant coat, lifting him a couple feet in the air. Smiling rather deviously, she would ask in a rather forced manner, "So, how about you help a dame out by giving her an upgrade of sorts? Since you are well versed in robotics, I assume you can perform tune ups and upgrades, similar as to how Breechers upgraded his own drive or reactor or whatever? I dunno. Hell, I even have suspicions that I already have the necessary upgrades, yet the dumbasses who made me put a limiter of sorts! Whether you remove this supposed limiter or give me a new power source or whatever, do whatever it takes to make me stronger. Does that sound like something you can do shorty?"
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Post by Jeane Aris on Feb 13, 2017 6:19:24 GMT
When Jeane was lifted up by the scruff of his collar, his face became visibly nervous. So assertive, this RED was! Jeane didn't exactly like it, but there was no denying that this woman could turn him into scrap if he didn't do ask she asked. If Jeane were capable of sweating, he'd be sweating at this very moment, really. This was far from fun. "Okay, okay!" Jeane spoke, his hands moving to Rebeccas, attempting to tug them free from his clothes -- to no avail. "I'll give you a new core to boost your power, fine! Just let me down!" He spoke again, before thinking about what he'd have to do. A part of his mind was already formulating the blueprints needed to make such a creation -- while his more active consciousness was still focused on the situation at hand.
"You really don't need to threaten me, either. I'd be happy to assist you regardless -- we're playing for the same team here! There's no point in in-fighting now is there?"
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Feb 13, 2017 14:57:42 GMT
Letting down the flamboyant looking guy after he actually promised to do such a thing, she smiled rather cockily as force won once again. Though, as she let him down, he started to talk about how he and her were on the same side, which would make the forcing of him to do his job entirely pointless. She chuckled, saying with smarmy grin, "Well, it wouldn't be too fun like that, wouldn't you say ya fuckin' shrimp? That, and I don't need any other kinds of things added into me, which I definitely know that if I talked t' Breech about getting these upgrades, I'd be outfitted with countermeasures of whether I act against the will of SCAR or do something stupid. That, and I don't know a damn thing about you."
Though, after letting him down, it seemed Jeane was not going anywhere. To which she bumped him with the edge of her elbow, saying a little forcefully, "Yo, Jeanie. You gonna do it in here, take me somewhere else in the building... Cause I have no idea what the hell you're doin'"
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Post by Jeane Aris on Mar 2, 2017 7:38:52 GMT
Such language, too. Jeane was less than visibly satisfied. She was being quite rude, after all. What reason would he have to betray her trust in such a way as to try to implant something in her to force SCARs will upon her? SCAR's will was based around people wanting to work with them. To force them into their service was completely against the point -- at least as how Jeane understood it, anyways. "I'd appreciate it if you would hold back on the swearing, at least." He spoke, before walking over to a nearby operating table. Tilting the table forward, two foot pads at the bottom would extend, to allow her step on.
"Right here will do, this is my operating table. Besides the new power core, any other requests? I'm not exactly going anywhere, so I have as long as you'd like to get this done." He spoke, before opening another holographic file again, trying to search up any other data he could find about her -- blueprints and what not. It'd be much easier to modify her existing units if he knew before hand what he was getting in to, plus it would go faster. "Though, I will need to power down your body as to not risk making anything else malfunction."
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 8, 2017 0:26:46 GMT
Rebecca slid onto the table that Jeane motioned his hand toward, the little red riding droid lying down on the table as she knew this was the best choice for her well being. Lying herself flat against the table, she started listening to the words of Jeane as he had offered to do more things to her body aside from the new power core. Rolling her synthetic eyes, she piped up, "No no, just the core. Nothing but the core, that'll be fine. Preferably if it was something unlike what I have right now. Further from my creator the better I say."Hearing the motion of how she should shut herself down in order for the procedure to begin, she powered her own body down on her own accord, letting her AI swap between herself and Carmine. Now in the body of her feathered bird bot, she wiggled her way out of the droid's pocket and stood on top of her own unconscious face, saying with such gusto, "By the by, I thank you for putting up with a bitch like me."
On the holo-files, Jeane would need to break through three layers of anti-theft security measures of Lab Cero in order to get the actual schematics of Rebecca's body. It was a rather simple body, in fact too simple for someone of Rebecca's caliber. In fact, it was the carbon copy of some of the standard Combat Drone-bots. Not android life, but legitimate robots designed to look like humans. Yet, unlike Rebecca and Jeane, they would not possess any kind of personality or own autonomy. These combat drones lived and died serving in fights. And Rebecca's body was a slightly different one, designed for espionage tactics by adopting the from of a young female. Though, this drone was used with something entirely different on her mind. Jeane Aris
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Post by Vennel on Mar 14, 2017 20:28:38 GMT
Jeane Aris WC: 2,193 | Gains: 1,415 ZenniOld Zenni: 0 -> New Zenni: 1,415 Rebecca E. Dewitt WC: 2489 | Gains: 2,983 ZenniOld Zenni: 20,620 -> New Zenni: 23,603
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