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Artis

A combat robot with a human interface manufactured by GUNDO

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gundo

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GUNDO stands for Godspeed Underground Networking Dedicated to Overwatch

Description

Name: Artis
Age: 4-10 (He doesn't keep track)
Allegiance: GUNDO
Race: Robot
Physical Description: He is a tall but thin structured being, with long arms, and long legs. He covers most of his body with black so they cannot see his incomplete human interface. Due to his coding, he is quite incomplete with his emotions, and can only feel sadness, depression, or just a blank slate (Not really any extreme emotion, just normal)

He is a L-960 Robot, the only one of his model built by GUNDO. His right arm can turn into a flamethrower, his chest can open up into a rail gun, and his left arm has a energy shield. He also carries guns and explosives not produced in his body. His metal skeleton makes him near indestructible, and gunfire does not faze him, although his coding makes him highly aware of bullets and he dodges them like any other human would anyways.
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Personality: He really doesn't have one. He can only pick up the emotion of sadness, so when someone is angry, he will get confused and act rather awkwardly. He really doesn't have his own personality, because he doesn't really have any emotions. This can be a pro, or a con, seeing as if he is sent to kill someone, he will not feel even slightly guilty for doing so, but he can come off as offensive when he doesn't respond correctly to important news, such as the death of a seemingly close ally.

History:

Artis used to be a regular human boy. His father was a GUNDO agent. One day, someone decided that his father had to pay for being a part of said organization. So they shot his boy to death. His father, who was crushed, brought him to a local GUNDO facility, where the scientists did everything they could. Eventually, they decided to simply put the boy's brain into a robot model that they had been working on, and make it habitable for the brain. This kind of worked, seeing as Artis recognized his father, but he didn't have the right emotions to convey his feelings. His brain was permanently damaged, and the scientists couldn't bring back certain memories that Artis had as a regular human boy. His father was outraged. He even tried to destroy Artis, viewing him as a psychotic monster. But Artis simply shot his own father in the head, and went about as a GUNDO agent, taking down targets around the galaxy, quickly earning fame as he went a long.

So begins...

Artis's Story

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Harry just reached the Spaceport when security began to crack down on the people trying to enter, or leave the city. Some security were taking down panicked civilians by force, while others were shoved to the side. Harry had no problem weaving through the chaos. Until he received a hard metal pole like object into the midsection of his back, throwing him to the ground. He coughed up some blood before standing up to face his attacker. A masked figure, with the intent to kill him as he took another swing. Harry was somewhat ready for this, as he threw himself backwards. He quickly pulled out his pulsar gun and shot the masked man's shoulder, making him drop his pole. Harry began to call out, "SECURITY!" But he couldn't be heard over all the ruckus. The masked man disappeared into the panicked groups of people.

Harry ran to a check-in area, where the inhabitants there were slightly less violent. The reception desk was cracked and smashed, and the person behind the desk looked like he had dealt with some pretty violent guys. He had a bloody gash in his forehead and a ragged spaceport uniform on. He smiled weakly as Harry entered. Harry instantly knew this guy was a GUNDO agent. He quickly put his two index fingers together, and then tapped his right shoulder. The man behind the desk did the same, but with his left. They nodded. Harry kept walking past the reception desk, the GUNDO agent in tow. "I heard about Artis. Are you sure a man like Hotigan is worth the overkill or-!" "Yes." Harry said coldly, turning around to stare at the Private. "I witnessed first hand, the destructive intent of Mr. Hotigan, and I intend to kill him. Resources tell me that he was captured by some biker, most likely a part of one of the local bike gangs..." The private looked impressed with Harry's analysis of the situation. They reached the docking bay. He noticed a smaller ship, that looked old, rusty, and barely able to fly as it shuddered to a stop in front of the traffic controllers with their flashing beams. A tall, dark figure walked out of the ship, flanked by four other men with fully automatic weapons, under the guise of some sort of Terran uniform. Harry and the Private met the dark figures just behind a pillar, out of sight. The tall man who lead the group propped his hat high enough so Harry could get a clear view of his face. His eyes glowed red, and his expression was... well, there wasn't one. He had a completely expressionless face as he gazed at Harry. He didn't blink either. That was slightly unnerving. "Agent." Harry replied stiffly. A monotone voice replied, "Agent Hathom. Pleased to be in your acquaintance..." One of his glowing eyes turned to locate the private, who was sweating profusely, and began to dab at his forehead with his sleeve. "Now, we must talk of the target." Harry said, pulling out his computer. The man put a heavy hand on the computer. "There will be no need for that Agent. I have all the information I need... except..." He flashed a murderous eye, "Dead... or Alive?" Harry was taken aback by the sudden change in voice. "Uh- oh..." He gave a glance to the private, then realized he was the highest ranking agent in the room. "If he can be kept alive, then by all means... do so..." Artis's eyes gave a look of disappointment. He clearly wanted to kill something. "But if you cannot bring him in... then you may kill." Artis bowed, his black coat waving. "Of course. I will be leaving these gentlemen with you while I locate Mr. Hotigan."

Harry was, again, surprised. "Oh, uh, yeah... okay-!" "You are not very confident when in command. I will take note of that." Artis said in his trademark monotone. Harry had enough of the man, his jaw now clenched in anger. "Find Mr. Hotigan within twelve hours or-!" Artis waved his hand. "Yes. Yes. I am aware." He swept passed Harry, who stood there, stiff. The Private frowned. "He was... intimidating." Harry clenched his fist. "Back to your post private." The private gave the GUNDO signal, and the four men that Artis brought with him flanked the private back into the waiting room. Harry decided to hit his apartment and get some rest. He was a little worried that Hotigan was alive, and saw his face, but Harry knew that Artis would get the job done. Artis was known for never letting a target live. Ever. Especially not in the name of GUNDO. Harry decided to take the back exit, which had tamer security, and he left the Spaceport without a problem.

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Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ so is any one there ”

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#, as written by lml55
Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ man this is lonely ”

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#, as written by lml55
Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ when will a ship get here ”

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Darth Xalgan waited in the spaceport. He paced across the hangar like a prowling tiger, steel boots clanging menacingly on the metal grates. A dark cape flowed behind him and flourished as he turned directions.

“Incompetent Terrans…” the Sith hissed through his respirator.

“Cheer up, my lord.” Xalgan’s twi’lek companion replied. “I’m sure the ship will be all fixed up before too long.”

Vette watched Xalgan stew in his irritation. She placed her hands on her hips, fingers drumming on the hilts of her blasters, and kept an eye on the hangar door. Though she trusted his instincts, it wouldn’t do for a threat to sneak up on them while he was distracted.

“We can hardly spare more time here than we already have, Vette.” Xalgan growled, dark side energy churning around him. “We must return to Imperial space with all speed. I have been gone from my station for far too long.”

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Admiral Steele was making his way through the spaceport, a very stern look about on his face, as he was flanked on either side by Aschen marines, each wearing their signature black BDU uniforms, with armored gear worn over them.

"Sir, your Condor will be arriving, shortly to take you back to your ship." The Marine sergeant reported. "Command has stared that it is of utmost importance that you return to Imperial space with all due haste." The Sergeant added, as the group rounded a corner.

Rythmic footfalls filled the hangar that Darth Xalgan was pacing about in. The doors opened up in the opposite side of the large bay, and a formation of six soldiers, in clearly identifiable Aschen uniforms could be seen. They clasped their disruptor rifles tightly, as they maintained their formation around a stern looking man, in a dark grey, and blue uniform.

They stopped about a hundred feet away, near an empty landing pad. Each Marine took in the sights all around them, and they fanned out around various crates, and equipment to take defensible positions in the event of a fight. Each soldier moved with the discipline that betrayed years of training, while the older man stared out the hangar into the skyline before him, then he checked his watch.

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Shrknar glanced over his shoulder at the self-important Admiral Steele, who was just across the promenade. His nostril slits flared open, accompanied by a hissing exhalation of machine-assisted breath. The denizens of this world were... strange.

He had other things to attend to, however. Not to be dissuaded from his mission, he set out for Gambit's Bar to meet with his Terran contact.

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"We've got company, my lord." Vette said, hand resting on her blaster and eyes trained on the soldiers.

"Calm yourself, Vette." Xalgan hissed, respirator sighing. "They're only Aschen, and if they were looking for a fight... they would have brought more men."

The twi'lek nodded, but she remained vigilant. Xalgan likewise ceased his mad pacing, straightened his back, and calmed his breath. Control. He thought. I am a Sith, not a wild animal. Strength, yet peace. Power, yet wisdom.

Xalgan watched the aschen soldiers through the dark lenses of his helmet. Though he doubted any malice on their part, he had heard the rumors, and so he opened himself to the ebb and flow in the Force to read their intentions. He was confident he could wipe out the entire unit in the space of six seconds if he needed to, but he would not be caught unawares.

Senseless violence was also unbecoming of a Darth.

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The Admiral kept his eyes on his surroundings, and his Marines followed suit. Several eyes were on the Twi’ilek, and several shrill whines emanated from the Aschen group, as thumbs flicked across power switches, and several holographic sights, that weren’t there previously had flickered to life. Several Aschen soldiers powered their disruptor rifles, and Admiral Steele quickly took notice.

“Sergeant.” Steele said calmly. “We’re not here for a firefight.”

The Marine sergeant nodded, but cast his second nod in the direction of the Darth and his accomplice.

“They’re watching us, the Xeno has her hand on her weapon.” The Marine whispered.

Their intent was clouded by their hatred of this place, their Xenophobia, but nothing malevolent surfaced, the Admiral kept his own thoughts closely guarded, but he seemed to be waiting for something.

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Darth Xalgan sneered beneath his helmet.

"Vette..." He said, loud enough for the marines to hear him. "I do believe that these aschen are afraid of you. How quaint. I can feel their hate... their disdain. They would be wise to keep their guards up. Few have seen a Darth firsthand and lived to tell the tale. I am not without mercy, however, and I find the wasted lives of perfectly good soldiers to be distasteful."

"Gee..." Vette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "How kind of you. You are, by far, the nicest evil guy I know."

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The gathered Aschen soldiers watched Darth Xalgan closely, his words did not fall on deaf ears, though, and more than one Marine had their eyes affixed to him.

The Marine sergeant closest to Steele slowly leaned over, and began to whisper.

"Et Xeno contumeliam nobis."

"Ego animadvertit" Steele replied.

He looked back out to the landing pad, as the shrill whine of an Aschen Empire Condor VTOL troop transport began to fill the inside, a moment later, the angular, imposing form of the Aschen transport craft could be seen as it carefully maneuvered into the hangar bay, touching down delicately on the landing pad.

Steam hissed from release vents near the landing gear, and the rear deployment ramp opened as the engines began to die down.

Two Adepts of war emerged, clad in a deep black armor, towering at nearly ten feet in height. Their boots made a dull thuink against the metal plates of the landing pad, and they cradled their weapons, twenty-two millimeter heavy magnetron rifles, an Aschen designed coilgun designed to accelerate a hyper-dense projectile at high velocities.

Steele simply cast a sidelong glance at Xalgan, and spoke to his sergeant loud enough to hear.

"We have nothing to fear, Sergeant, these... Sith would be foolish to challenge us." Steele said, huffing. "Afterall, the last Sith lord to challenge the might of the Aschen Empire paid for it dearly, as we massacred her armies, and set fire to her planets."

"Ad Victoriam." The Adept of war called out, saluting Steele briskly.

"Afterall, our military might is without equal. Have you seen a Star Destroyer go up against a Reverence, Sergeant? It was a... short battle." Steele added, starting towards the ramp.

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In a fitting moment of dramatic irony, another ship pulled into the hangar and touched down several meters from Darth Xalgan. A Fury-class Interceptor lowered its ramp, and a dark-clad robed figure stepped out onto the hangar. A fully enclosed helmet, much like a fencing mask, and a crimson hood shrouded their face.

"It is natural for the predator to quell the weakest of the flock." Xalgan replied as the figure approached him. "And so the herd is made stronger for it. The wolves should be wary, however, of challenging the alpha. They have ascended to their station for a reason, whether through guile or strength, and so would be a more... fitting adversary."

"Master," the figure knelt - a woman by her voice. "Your ship has been repaired and refueled. Are these people troubling you? Do you require me to dispose of them?"

"No, Lady Wilsaam." Xalgan placed a hand on her shoulder. "That will not be necessary. Come, let us return to the Gravestone. I am sure the rest of the Alliance must be fraught with worry over my absence."

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Chondra Balencio had enough of this planet, and longed for the quiet solace of home. Now to begin the journey back. The hem of her white robes brushed the ground as she maneuvered through security and towards the terminal where the shuttle waited. Anyone short enough would notice her feet didn't touch the ground, but it wasn't enough to draw an unusual amount of attention to her. If there was one thing she learned here, it was to expect the unexpected. Always.

The wasn't going far, but it was the fastest and safest way to start going home. What was it called again? She stopped in front of a display and read down the lines. Ah, yes, there it is:

The Pharos - 30 MINUTES TO DEPARTURE

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THE PHAROS - 20 MINUTES TO DEPARTURE - DESTINATION: BLUE HEAVEN

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A voice sounded throughout Wing City Spaceport, "THE PHAROS - 10 MINUTES TO DEPARTURE - FINAL NOTICE TO BOARD"

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Irahel arrived from a small flash of light near the terminal for The Pharos. It took her a moment to get her bearings right, but sure enough she knew where she was. Irahel swore under her breath for a solid minute before marching down the terminal towards The Pharos.

After all she had done to get away from this planet, away from her old Master, only to wind up right back here?
No. Nope. Nah. Time to leave.

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The Rocketeer stands in the spaceport, wishing he had a ship, then shakes his head. He needs to get onto a ship. There's no chance of him getting one.

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James Ward climbs out of his ship's cockpit, which he calls the Thunderbird IV. He had arrived with a package, some computer parts or something like that, and he had heard of a potential employer he was going to try to meet up with. He didn't know the precise details, but he really just needed the money so he could find another job. And then he could use the money from that one to get another one. And another one after that. It was a slightly boring life, but the thrill of the task is usually what payed off. He surveys his surroundings, and then reaches back into his ship and removes his bag, a sort of satchel. Inside it are the parts he's delivering, and the person he's delivering it to might have a job for him. He just hopes it's not going to be too much trouble.

He looks around, trying to see if the person is here.

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Xavier sits by himself in the main spaceport lobby, keeping a keen eye on everyone coming through. He wears his green hoodie over his pale face despite it being past dusk, and has his backpack on his lap. The blue lights against the steel structure complemented the coming night, and a nice change from how drastically different the night appeared in the woods. Needless to say, Xavier was ecstatic to have his day out of the Detente. Well fed, too.

He knows through Terra's dark web that he is looking for 'The Courier', but an extensive deep dive through several personal firewalls across the galaxy told Xavier the man's relative age and his first name. James. He had seemed to be dependable enough, and his interactions were admittedly difficult to trace (perhaps because of a lack of experience) which Xavier appreciated. Not as if anyone would have an interest in this transaction, it was harmless enough. It was an idea Xavier had that would require a certain amount of elusiveness.

Immediately Xavier saw the one who would be his 'Courier'. He was wearing a trenchcoat, a fashion choice Xavier had once trialled with the Detente to look more menacing. It was a week of ritual bullying before he decided to return to his own dependable attire. He knew James would be looking for him, which Xavier had made difficult by not revealing any aspect of himself. He did, however, explain in great detail the times and places for the Courier to be to pick up the package and exactly where and when he should be to drop it off. The sum of his reward outvalued the ease of the request, a quarter paid upfront and the rest on delivery.

He produces a small disposable comms unit from the pocket in his hoodie. A device mass produced for business firms, Xavier had bought a bulk pack of 50 the majority of which remained in its box at home. He had tried suggesting the Detente use them, but as with most of his suggestions they had been ignored. No longer. A message is sent to The Courier's own communicator.

"GREEN HOODIE. BACKPACK. BY THE CURRENCY EXCHANGE. - X"

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James Ward looks down at his wrist as his Comms gives him a notification. GREEN HOODIE. BACKPACK. BY THE CURRENCY EXCHANGE. -X.X, as in his employer, which he didn't know much about. He's suspicious of it at first, but he isn't one to question his employer's abilities. So he throws his satchel over his shoulder, looks around, and then closes up his ship. He starts to walk towards the currency exchange, and, seeing the man in the description, approaches him and holds out the satchel to him, dropping it into his lap. "Here's your stuff."