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NC7- Alpha

humanoid robot with a specialised A.I,

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

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a private group of like minded scientists engineers and ex-military personal, working towards innovation in whatever study they so wish.

Description

NC7- Alpha
combat AI robot
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Personal Information
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Theme Song: soldiers- by Otherwise
Name: Alpha/Alphy
True Name: NC7- Alpha 01
Age:
no less than six months no more than a year
Age Appearance: N/A
Gender: Identifies as male
Race/Main: Artificial construct
Race/Sub: A.I
Sexual Orientation:
Artificial intelligence, this is not a thing (yet maybe)
Marital Status: singl
Birthplace:
Project: 'Nova Combat' orbital station
Date of Birth: NA
Religion(s)Beliefs:
that everything and everyone has the right and free will to make the choices that decide their fate.
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
A.I in a brand new combat robot
Height:
6ft
Weight:
400Kilos
Physical Condition:
ready for primary tests
Eye Color:
red strip in his helmet
Alignment:
Lawful neutral, abides by the commands given to him by the Directors of the project.
Occupation (Main):
test subject and soldier
Education:
all the information from the wider galactic net
Language(s):
all...may take a minute to cycle to the correct one
Current Residence:
N/A
Family/Relatives:
Prof. Jacob Anderson designed built and wrote Alpha,
Enemies:
none
Disabilities:
N/A
Personality:
NC7-Alpha or Alphy as his 'parent' came to call him, is a calm logical being, being an A.I his mind rapidly comes to conclusions, though things like butterflies,
and other beings, cats and animals catch his interest and he will attempt to catch, even running far after them, how this 'flaw' made it in, he nor the scientists know.
Fears:
permanent deactivation
Psychological Condition:
fully integrated and undamaged, wanders from mission parameters all to often

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Nova Combat Artificial Soldier
this would refer to the bodies the combat A.Is inhabit. Fashioned to look humanoid in nature these Droids are built from a mix of dense bullet resistant and reactive materials, all in all, the design and construction of these droids make for near indestructible troops, in the case of small arms fire, anything from an artillery shell or tank shells would do damage. known materials used in their construction, Adamantium, Reactonne- a carbon fibreous material that is flexible and hardens to a dense rigid plate to mitigate incoming damage. as being durable these droids are strong and dexterous with a reaction speed of 200th of a second, meaning it can see rifle flashes and move out the and into cover or activate shields, before the bullet has even left the chamber.

M95 high power Railgun further W.I.P needed
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this multi-use bull-pup designed railgun can be fire in semi-automatic, burst and full auto firing modes, with a fourty round mag as standard it fires its
ammunition out at mac-6, capable of laying waste to even the most heavily armoured foes. firing a 7.76x51mm adamantium spike as its standard ammunition from a 40 shot magazine as there are no casings for the spikes. These rifles can be configured in various calibres and forms, depending again on the preference of the A.I.

expandable shielding
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the shield systems of the Nova Combat droids have two settings for their shields, personal and Bubble, the personal mode is a low power highly protective shield capable of blocking both energy and solid projectile fire for sustained periods of time. the bubble shield mode locks the droid in place as they activate it, throwing up a high power shield that can block even orbital strikes, however this draws from the Droid's fusion batteries and the unit requires a 'reboot' for most systems resorting to a low power mode after use. that's if the shields are down.
Alpha's shield unit is a twin unit, meaning he has two, however this a very experimental set up.

two mono-molecular high frequency blades
striking and passing through even the toughest armours in the multiverse leaving only seared and glowing cuts in their wake. the blades work by exciting the very atomic structure and splitting the chains between those atoms cutting the victim in two with ease.

high powered rail-revolver
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this is only a minimised version of the Rail weaponry standard to each droid, and come sin various styles, Alpha took to using a revolver variant, out of personal taste. Alpha's rail revolver fires a 44.cal equivalent adamantium spike at mac-4 per shot,
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integration
all NC droids are capable of integrating with almost every form of technology and that of their 'larger forms' fixing to and entering what is essentially a mechsuit.
Organic multi-layered encryption
each A.I comes with a encryption key that changes on a basis directed by the A.I's writer, Alpha's Encryptions change hourly and he can force a change whenever he so wishes, to ensure his actions and his will stays his own, the security also comes with a tracer. so he can hunt down anyone attempting to hack him.
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History
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So begins...

NC7- Alpha's Story

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“NC-7-Alpha reporting in, arrived at destination, Space station Z” Alpha watched the docks from the eyes of his larger form, the mech in which he arrived was in its ‘travel mode’ the form of hyper advanced fighter craft. The chest opens up and from out the chest Alpha steps out disengaging from his larger robotic form into his prefered body, the NC droid’s head turned to watch the dock crews go about their business.
Alpha had been sent on a
Retrieval
mission, in actual fact he was out shopping for the scientists of the Nova station. Standing for a few minutes Alpha had to reacquaint himself with the smaller NC Droid body while another routine pulled the station map up and another calibrated the droid body, the return message from the NC station continue your mission, Weapons are locked Alpha physically slumped and straightened up again before walking through from the docks into the wider station, doing so he’d watch on his HUD as the weapons he carried ‘locked’ keeping the droid from harming anyone with them if he were to malfunction in anyway. Though that hadn’t happened since the first droid. “always the precautionary ones” Alpha spoke aloud so his thoughts weren’t picked by any of the monitoring scientists.

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Character Portrait: Armful Bvetin Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha

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A set of unblinking eyes looked over a railing from above as a set of flexible spider legs clung to metal railings. Along the top of his cephalothorax he wore a tightly anchored backpack where two cybernetic arms stuck out vertically though they were idle at the moment. Armful absently twiddled their thumbs. Vaulting the railing he hung vertically along the edge to look at the strange droid in the distance. A freshly minted humanoid automaton! No join stressing, no cylinder wear making for jerky movements, and full flexibility of the joints! Must be a military model. How interesting!

Armful walked sideways along the upper floor barely inclining his head to look at the interesting droid with his wide viewing angle ever interested in new things to learn and repair. The arms stopped thumb wrestling atop his backpack and handed to his clasps a small datapad to record his observations. He didn't have sensors on the pack, there wasn't room, but his mind absently chattered along in high-frequency Brown Quietus to control the datapad's interface. It was an encrypted language that took some cybernetic hardware for DNA decoding in the backpack to handle when Armful used his tongue to load it with more keys. It was how they passed such things though the other Gardeners didn't look at things with such a scientific bent. Building it took a lot of learning and buying of books from traders by Matriarch Volla. He only got a few basic repairs at first and they let him keep the service manuals. He got what work he could and lacking a need for sleep a gifted worker could learn with particular speed. Once word got around that the Gardners had a gifted cybernetics engineer the work got more formal but Volla helped with that. Gardeners were of particular interest for some types due to the Matriarchy's commitment to contractor neutrality.

Their understanding of social boundaries was sketchy at best, however, and the fact that he was an engineer of a type made things worse. Armful started along the underside of cross-beam to get closer to the droid he was so interested in.

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Alpha kept on walking, every so often stopping to look to his hands and just run through calibration and diagnostics: the NC droids might be state of the art but the integration systems for the larger craft lacked. “Note to self: maintenance on the flight unit needs to be done before leaving” thinking more to himself, passing by civilians, some standing there and watching the new shiny looking robot, Most going about their own business.

Alpha’s hud lit up as the list of equipment flowed down one side of his vision the common usual stuff was the thought on the list his attention drawing to his motion detector pinging in the corner of his vision, stopping to look about, he didn’t quite pick up on the Gardener walking upside down on a beam towards him, Alpha quickly moved on staying at the same pace as before and keeping his Artificial mind calm, coming to and entering one of the specialised ship systems stores.

The Droid walked through the isles of the store observing the smaller systems and nav-computers on offer, he wasn’t here for anything of that sort but he was there to make a collection of a gyro shield systems computer, the basis of the shield is that it creates a small barrier large enough only to block singular high powered attacks, someone within project NC reached out to another group to have the experimental shield created, though not tested as of yet.

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A number of security cameras were following armful. He could see the them turn with the multifocal nature of his complex eyes searching the dark corners without having to incur the momentum of moving his head. Though he was used to being several hundred pounds heavier. Honestly anything not the homeworld felt like it was made of grass he floated atop. Light skitter and scuff of scopulae clinging to steel came down from the ceiling as Armful's legs clambered over infrastructure. A wide and vertically spread eye-line gave them an impeccable sense of depth. The whole of their hives was all ceiling so moving at the droid's walking pace while squeezing through tight holes between pipes and light fixtures was second nature. He thought of the floors as actually rather bland.

As Armful got closer he stopped to bend upward to see the droid with his central eyes as a reflective layer of the retina cells flicker on and off randomly as small hemispherical fields of unusual reflective noise. It was to preserve his distance vision without sacrificing heightened light sensitivity in the near field. Though as he was behind the lighting it was likely more difficult for one to see him without filtering that came with military tech. Not that Armful was particularly stealthy about his position but ingrained instincts of the Bloodbath Era were things written in the line of his caste. Move behind light and take the covered path.

The PDA was more visible angled partly at the floor as it was. He quietly drew technical schematics of the droid on the floor. The interface was customized for a multithreaded interface as he used Quietus to interact with his tools rather than limbs. So much like a computer he used tools in parallel and executed his interest in recording the design thinking while periodically frozen in place.

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While he waited for the side project to be brought from the store room in the back of the shop, Alpha, monitored his Motion detector having brought it into the focus of view, he was watching how quickly and freely the blip moved, effectively watching and re-watching a recording of when he spotted the blip the first time. Alpha steps away from the counter where he was waiting, of all the gear to get why didn’t i get fitted with the cloaking fields Alpha’s thoughts as usual were being monitored, for after a brief moment he’d see you aren’t a stealth and reconnaissance model.

Alpha would just read those words silently to himself not out of anger but somewhat joy. He wasn’t going to be the only NC Droid in operation or so he thought, Alpha glanced out the shop into the busy crowds of people going by his vision, switching between various vision modes: thermal, Electronic; basis of this vision type, is to see active electronics in view, as the basic few and then he’d shift his motion detector and add in a heartbeat detector, looking out again at the station from the shop, little help that it did with all the business of people coming and going with their lives. He’d flick through his vision modes again and then he noticed it, the smaller electronic device on the roof, with no active current leading up into the roof.
Already he had began and finished calculating the range and risk. His attention was snatched back to the reason he was in the store as the clerk returned from the back. “Where about do you need it taking?” “docking bay nine this floor actually, the silver armoured fighter with the purple cockpit” the man nods and radios to his team in the back to have the device carted off, first item fetched, he needed to move on.

Leaving the store he’d cut off his remote connection to the NC ship and approach towards the light hiding Armful stopping only when under the light and his curiosity had been sated “a giant Arachnid?” Alpha’s voice came out in a surprised tone if nothing else.

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Armful had to move periodically through the store as the Droid moved about the store working as he went. When the robot started to cycle through vision modes certain properties of Gardeners likely became evident. First among them was the thermal cloud they left behind them. The hard shell was very much a blue color as poor a thermal conductor as it was. A single white-hot point of the mouth and the eyes showed most prominently on a thermal camera. Oversized high-pressure lungs that also handled cooling plumed a short hot zone trail from the downward slope of that mouth onto the ceiling. It faded fairly quickly on the metal ceiling parts but grew noticeably once the droid stopped as Armful did also. The plume was continuous and erratic given to the many hearts thumping away by needful asynchrony. If there were more of them it would be hard to tell how many by heartbeats alone. They even varied by numbers of hearts throughout their life as some beats were smaller than most.

The creature with all the hallmarks of expensive evolution strategies fueled by a protracted race war just sat quietly drawing artistic renderings of the new model on his tablet as the droid stared up at it. Armful was about to consider moving before the droid turned back to one of the humans. Armful quietly scuffed in place rotating to follow along the droid's path as the it moved closer. When Armful realized the droid was looking at him he instinctively clutched flush to the ceiling and the hairs all along its head that served for hearing stopped moving to listen acutely. The human arms attached to the backpack folded closer to the body.

When it expressed nothing but surprise Armful returned to the relaxed pose. The Human arms shot out in a v hands wide and shaking side to side. Then it remembered its transceiver was off. Gardeners didn't have vocal folds. They communicated with a 'noise' streamed in Quietus but nothing came out when you left yourself on mute. A small green LED lit on the backpack near to a robust speaker then Armful repeated itself.

Armful's english was still heavily modulated but the sound of joyful excitement, and sarcasm, came through, "EdEdedk! A shviny war toaster!"

They chose high pitched voices much like children as it sounded 'normal' for high-gravity worlds, "Aand Id'm Armful a Gardener engineeer, not a bug! I haave bones! Dvo you have service manualds releeased fvor your type?"

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Alpha continued to look up at Armful and tilted his head “a gardener?” he brought up a window in his vision and began browsing databases and the wider galactic net to see what it knew on these odd beings. “i’m only a prototype so really no” he continued to watch the Gardener for a moment before reconnecting to his homebase, certainly giving his handler a good scare, a low chuckle escaped Alpha as he watched the sporadic writing appear in his vision, ignoring it he held up a hand to shake hands with Armful. “and I am Alpha, it is a pleasure.” the sporadic typing from the handler ended and a new handler had to be put on new handler, Joseph Alpha just watched the typing waiting for the response of this new handler. While still waiting for the animatronic hand of Armful’s back pack to shake.

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The galactic net came up first with a gigantic amount of entries for mercenaries. Each came with requirements for room, board, and a decent market-rate for their skills. High Matriarch Bvetin and the Matriarchy outsourced the survival of their children. They apparently were unable to grow enough food for all of them given the failing biosphere. On that last point the wider galactic net was less clear.

The databases weren't entirely sure what had gone on either but scientific databases had far more data than the public did. Apparently the planet suffered some sort of ecological catastrophe at the hands of an unknown party that attempted to engineer them into a servitor species. The scientists involved seemed to be contracted xenoecologists, by and large, noting in their research papers that the genetic engineering appeared to fail to contain them. It did make the matriarchy dependent on a mentally compatible 'dreamer' of which the matriarch's were not species sensitive. That presence returned to each Matriarch all their sapience and more.

The children of the Gardener Matriarchy were learning quickly over the last decade or so and many now assisted the contractors directly in research. Armful's name actually came up many times in discussion of trader forums trying to figure out who the 'Armful' corporation was for this or that piece of hardware. Those that traded with the species went entirely through Matriarch Volla and pointed out Armful was a Who, not a What. There were even a few pieces of custom hardware for sale here with a Volla-authorized dealer with "Armful" listed as a manufacturer.

Jaunt made delivery of an asynchronous self-healing sensory DSP board, multiple continuous state field balancer, and a heavy emplacement cannon modified with a Gardener sawtooth mount so royal soldiers could carry and fire them. The last had mostly other Gardeners bidding though apparently there were a few merc companies too as Armful's hybrid floating resistance field mount had excellent configurable vibration resistance for its weapon class. With the sheer quantity of gardener 'mercenaries' available, nearly a third of their global population, the merc companies were usually first to hear of armful's listings.

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Armful bent up more sharply and one could see the tightly clamped pistol holsters below his cephalothroax. Red-tipped legs stretched for the top of a shelf that creaked when he pulled himself across to it. Those rose tips and ends had a great deal of tack to them. They bent upward to remain flat to the shelving as Armful crawled quickly down to the floor. The shelving tipped a bit but Armful stabilized it with his back legs before letting go.

Centered on the droid Armful offered a backpack hand to Alpha in a very human greeting though it gesticulated wide with the clasps attached to its cephalothorax, "Then hello Alpha! I came to sell things to the market. Need to make money to put my home together!"

He shifted sideways to look at the counter then added, "You are building something interesting, yes? I have to make new projects now. Maybe a planting droid!"

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Character Portrait: Armful Bvetin Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha

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After browsing through the information he was able to access, Alpha’s hand returned to his side. “i wouldn’t know anything about gardening, yet...not taken to try it” the droid would motion towards the door to leave as to not loiter in the store, he need to go and collect a drive core, from another location on the station, for the construction of the second ‘personal transport form’ of the new ‘sibling’ which was in the construction phases “there isn’t much on your race Armful...apart from a crime against your species as the reports indicate” Alpha felt whether flesh and blood or machine if it had sentience and free will it had the right to its own freedom and choices.

“well i’m not building anything right now just collecting components and parts” with how secretive the NC program was what with its mobile station and no solid allegiance to any government, it had to make do on private funding and budgets, though thanks to recent advancements such as Alpha and the others, such issues are less present.

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Armful didn't have to turn its head much to move forward and still see Alpha while talking to him. At the end of an asile Armful turned slightly waiting for alpha to lead. Both arms moved as he chatted, "We still gather parts to build infrastructure and seeds to regrow our world! Most do not participate in the networks yet so many scientists do not know of us well. Anyway the crime of our oppressors is past now they have paid in blood so we do not dwell on our past suffering."

He made stabbing motions with the sharp front legs as the rear six kept him moving alongside Alpha, "The Matriarchy quelled their defenses after my High Matriarch Bvetin ended the bloodbath era with her Dreamer. He led the high soldiers to break into their fortress and damage our suppressor. Once we were free for a little while the Matriarchy could break away and the suppressor worked no more. The Matriarchy mustered a war council while try tried to retake our minds."

He pointed up at a porthole into stars and the childlike voice hesitated slightly, "The war council quickened them and their mountain fortress into different places alive into deep space. The rest could not flee and we composted all oppressors that remained with our dead to bring life back to soil. I read many books with my studies of engineering of people with histories like ours. That is more of our kind than you will find except in deep dark scientist books! We all train for when they try to return."

The hands on its pack pushed palm up, "Perhaps they will not return. The Dreamer carved words for us above the High Matriarch's chamber in memory. Have you heard of the words 'Sic semper tyrannis'?"

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Alpha listened quietly to what Armful had to say about his people, more than just a combat A.I he had interests in other fields and took a fondness towards archaeology and Sciences, working with his father to design other NC A.I, though he was ordered not to intervene with the other A.I, when asked if he had ever heard the words ‘Sic semper tyrannis’ he shook his head “i have not, you see i am in the sense of age only eight months old” he nodded his head at the thought and stopped when his next destination had come into view.


“Alright” Alpha headed towards the structure and entered it, again making his order and having the device taken to his ‘ship’ so that it can be loaded and ready for ferrying back to HQ
Alpha reviewed all that had been said to him and that of what the wider nets knew of them.

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Both hands on Armful's back gave a thumbs up and chattered along through the speaker on his pack, "A new birth? You have so much knowledge to learn for the first time! It means 'thus always to tyrants' in a dead language from the Dreamer's homeworld. And the Imperial people have the quote I think too. I think High Gothic it is called. I read whatever false Matriarch Volla can buy! Much knowledge crosses culture. What skill would you like to learn next new birth?"

The species as a whole were Eusocial and lacked a strong sense of most species' boundaries leaving the learned workers extremely chatty. Following strangers around didn't occur to Armful as a negative concern in even the least sense. They even tended to sleep in piles three deep on ceilings in 1G and there were a few pictures from merc humor groups about it. Lacking vocal flaps even in masses their sleeping was particularly quiet. The images were of woken masses of resting Gardener high soldiers pointing a great many rifle barrels from everywhere but the floor at an unwary sneak that hit the lights in the wrong room.

Armful opined on the part purchased following along as he was, "Oh, I wouldn't like that one for the homeworld. It would break down in high gravity atmosphere some of the internal contacts on the secondary daughter board would be destabilize over time. I have to use more robust parts in everything even the water pumps are silicon carbide!"

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a newborn that’s an interesting way of putting it Alpha thought to himself and to his handler, though he did find the piles of gardeners images rather amusing. “an interesting observation Armful, what would you suggest?” he knelt down looking over the drive, opening it up and examining the internals.

[b]“where is the singularity core?”
this question was more directed towards the salesman, Alpha stood up facing the man, the salesman glared at the robot, the tension growing, and Alpha if he could would raise an eyebrow awaiting a response “another buyer took it, look i ain’t going to fight you… they paid a higher price for it.” Alpha was monitoring the man’s vitals and nodded “i understand, was it recent? If so would they still be on the station?” the shakes his head.

[b]“just take the core to my ship”
Alpha turned leaving the area and standing to the side figuring out what would be going on.

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Armful thought the design over as Alpha inspected the new seller though Armful's diction suffered at first, "Iit has shieelding envelopes but they are for interference not corropsion. They use a water glue andh plastic tie it is bad for high-pressure sieals. I usse vacuum resin dispensed epoxy. It adheres well for carbon fiber structures and is better for heat. Maybe electrostatic layer of thermal barrier coating if going in really hot place. Easy to add some liquid cooling onto board inside epoxy in carbon fiber tubing."

Alpha interrogated the human for the next part revealing human had sold a promised part not actioned to a different seller. No wonder this merchant wasn't on Volla's list! Gardeners and much of the Matriarchy detested dishonorable negotiations. An engineering mind roiled with interest in what you'd build with these parts and a singularity core. Resources were scarce in the hive still but he got a good amount. Still it was too large a cost that anything he could pay!

Curious if there was someone to look for the other buyer in the docks there was a burst of EM transmission as Armful asked 'out loud' in Quietus' encrypted thought-encoding if any Gardener was on the station still. One high soldier replied that he was around in good health with attendant tasks involving moving cargo. There were a few other low soldiers like Armful with him helping that replied politely with their location. One was busy was eating small bits off some public shrub.

Armful chattered cheerfully while quietly scuffing behind Alpha as he left the store, "I can ask a high soldier to look for a person for you. That is a very expensive part! It is rare too I think? It is hard to get schematics for expensive things and False Matriarch Volla does not want to encourage traders to sell her stolen ones."

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Alpha glanced to Armful and nodded.“any aid would be appreciated Thank you Armful, as for the rarity of the device, it is, the singularity core however, is stolen property, one of the engineers aboard my home station constructed it...hold on” Alpha watched the text from his handler appear within his vision. mission parameters have changed: locate singularity core; accept new mission parameters?...director has authorised use of lethal options unlocking equipment in..3...2...1

In response Alpha would silently nod allowing the handler to see his head nod through Alpha’s eyes, the weapons upon Alpha’s person which had been glowing with small green lights across them, would unlock, the lights switching off and the holsters and locks also visibly and audibly unlocking, from his back four small drones, the size of hummingbirds would eject and take flight, the tiny rotor drones would each take off flying in different directions scanning through the station in search of the Singularity core.

“Armful. The mission parameters have changed, i have orders to locate the core and ensure it isn’t damaged or used for...nefarious reasons, i must ask that as a civilian that you stay out of this” if Alpha found it, and it was being used for such...well sadly the station’s security would not be called to action.

Alpha could see the views of all four drones in the corner of his vision, monitoring them as they flew through and about the station, each one activating their cloaking fields and going completely invisible to the naked eye. electronic scanners and the like would pick up the drones that and the keen of hearing, though they were near silent as it is.

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Armful torqued his body lengthwise but noted the energetic change in weapons by the noise they threw off, "Civilian? I am a low soldier but not civilian! Our society does not have civilians. Not as humans do. If there is war then every blade of the Matriarchy's grass must till the soil with blood."

Instinct heard the noise and movement of launching drones which flipped front legs up rigid and flexing some gleam free at the tip and sides. Sharp crystalline edges threw light before they vanished when he lowered them. His mind was switching into combat readiness as others around him did. Hypersocial creatures that they were.

He momentarily broadcasted Quietus that the transceiver saw as white noise, "*KHHT* Oh, sensor drones! Well noncombatants are not permitted to leave the homeworld. I can use my pistols well! The brief ammo shortage five years ago in this sector was partly False Matriarch Nemesis' fault. We bought a great deal of weapons for planetary human combat training. We don't like pirates and thieves that used our homeworld but they did make good target practice."

They hadn't the industrial equipment to make some of the fancy bits yet. They did however have the acumen to refurbish and clean a seized pirate ship which was docked to bring Armful here in the first place. Another burst of EM noise contained a Quietus declaration of thievery and a general schematic of the object from Armful's memory of a singularity core. The high soldiers did not ever leave their weapons behind and Jaunt reported he was getting ready once he'd heard the call. The other three sent neuroforms of their intent to leave for the ship to get their armor and backup weapons. Armful however carried his weapons with him always like sibling Jaunt and the backpack with mostly armor plated. He wanted to add a shielding unit to it someday but couldn't afford the microfusion reactor needed to power it.

He chirped pleasantly to Alpha, "I told the high soldier and three low soldiers of your stolen goods. You can call Jaunt if you wish him and my other siblings to do something he is not on contract and will help. They will watch the cargo dock near our ship."

Armful stretched his front clasps down gripping to pull his two pistols out of their spring holsters. The hands on his backpack rose to life as he used them to pull back the braces mounted to the top and bottom. One mounted to a bracing belt along his underside using his clasps the other anchored to a mounting rail that was a concealed recoil arrestor on the backpack itself. He sent a command through the backpack networking to enable his weapon. The weapon didn't actually have a trigger anymore as much as a safety.

If anyone checked the dock Armful mentioned they'd see a dusty-colored creature doing much the same. The size of a small car Jaunt readied a reciprocating twin bolter cannon normally used as an emplacement to mount to his two forelimbs. Those two front legs were flexible axes of limbs and the sharp talons twitched animatedly.

The pistols were clearly a custom build of strange design over a conventional plasma charge propelling an armor piercing projectile. It sucked the plasma through the barrel with a gauss chamber accelerating the bullet further and adding an incendiary burst behind every penetrating round. Any electronic assessment of the weapon package indicated it was one clearly intended for a heavy rifle class but in comparatively low firing rate. Lacking entirely the extra volume of recoil protection and weight for its added power. If a human fired that gauss-accelerated plasma pistol unassisted it would likely drive their arm into their torso and hit air. The projectile clip was small to save space but if aimed true hit hard whatever it struck just a bit harder than whoever fired it.

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Alpha, stepped away from the banister and motioned for Armful to follow “we appreciate the help, you’ll be paid for your time and aid.” one of the drones would return and lock back into his back the plate sliding shut and covering its dock and protecting the drone, an opaque cloudy barrier forming over his entirety close to his form.

Alpha thought for a moment “i suggest keeping some of your kin about the docks, if they stole from the Project then they know what it is awe operate, somewhat...might i ask that one stay about my transport?” Alpha had drawn to the conclusion that if they had targeted his equipment they might go after his ‘ship’ and even the equipment to be transported there.

He took from his back the bullpup mrk95-HP-RG and from one of the pouches on his leg webbing, the ammunition didn’t look like anything of the traditional sense but solid black spikes of metal, he’d check the rifle over and allow the magazine to magnetize to his forearm while he ran through preliminary checks of the rifle, activating the power source within the rifle itself he loaded in the magazine and charged it, causing the lights on it that were originally green to glow red, showing that its live and ready for use. The same would be done for his sidearm check it ,load it, leave the safety and holster it.

“one of the drones have picked up the energy trail of the core, it wasn’t that long ago” he begins to pick up speed to make sure he doesn’t lose it… and to ensure no damage comes of it, arriving at the location of the hovering drones he stops and the shields drop and the three remaining drones return to their docks, the residue showing up in his vision.

Deactivation codes delivered, damage to core acknowledged; parameters change, render the singularity core inert Alpha understood what he had to do, moving forward following the trail, his shields rebooted and they’d head straight into one of the...unused regions of the space station.

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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It had been several weeks since Alpha was last out of the Nova station, though this was a freedom op, an experiment to see how well he handles himself without the supervision of the scientists and engineers, the larger body of his secondary shell was in its fighter craft mode, flying low over Wing city.

The lights of the various police vehicles had drawn his attention so had that of the speeding chimera, the jet would stop and hover above the road, the chest of the vehicle would open and Alpha would disengage from his larger form, the jet flying to a predetermined landing zone. Several base jump jets would activate across the robot’s back and his feet, slowing his descent so he didn’t smash any concrete below. Glancing to the Commissar and his escort, the weapons on Alpha’s person all had a green light visible on them.

“I am NC7-Alpha, a prototype combat and peacekeeping Artificial Intelligence” he holds out a hand to shake hands with the officer he had approached, “I formally request that i be allowed to aid in this investigation.”

After a few minutes Alpha was allowed entry and would enter into the ballroom, the robot stopping for the briefest of seconds and moving aside to not hinder the travel in and out by the official officers on the investigation. His Hud’s targeter falling over each individual person within the totem pole and counting them.

“I count a total of 192 victims from preliminary scans...and evidence of consumption of flesh from some if not most of these bodies” the droid circled around, keeping a ten foot distance at all times from the totem. One of the drones in his back would eject and fly towards one of the walls, and then project Alpha’s view upon the wall, as he continued to scan the totem for nameable victims on the databases of the city, and galactic net, these searches also visible to those watching the projection.

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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"Imperium of man?" Sarah asked under her breath

"Careful, Sarah, these guys are big wigs, we could start a conflict if we aren't careful with this." Kain said taking a drag off his cigarette and walking forward towards Commissioner Cain and Alpha before clearing his throat and offered his hand for both to shake "Detective Kain Lancaster, Paranormal Research Bureau " He introduced himself before looking back at the 'Totem'

Alpha began his preliminary scans and informed them of what he found "That's correct, One hundred and ninety two bodies, all strategically placed and sewn together to construct this........ Thing" He said exhaling smoke "Signs of consumption is an understatement, there are fang and claw marks all over these bodies. At first glance, it would seem that these bodies were out in the woods and some woodland denizens got a hold of them."

"There is a large amount of soil, bark and fungus mixed in with the bodies." Sarah chimed in as she approached the two

"This is Special Agent Sarah Balmont" Kain informed them as She approached "We are going to compare the samples to nearby woodland areas, specifically the Dark Woods and surrounding areas" Sarah said looking towards the two and the Mage who was now entering the building.

"Whoever did this, is organized. They had enough time to amass almost two hundred bodies and construct them into this modern art sculpture. Yet, they obviously didn't care that the bodies were being affected by the elements and animals. " Lancaster said, exhaling more smoke and flicking his cigarette out the open door, only to light another one up. "I've seen some fucked up shit, but this MO doesn't make any sense"

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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"Sickening..." Muttered Mysti as she took in everything before her.

One of the troopers with her muttered "I'm gonna be sick.." before rushing outside to throw up.

Mysti sighed "Fredricks go check on Jenkins..." She then turned back to the detectives as Fredricks ran out "You'll have to forgive Jenkins he's still a rookie."
Mysti looked back to the task at hand. "If I had to guess I would say this is for a ritual of some kind... Have you scanned the area for magical residue or seals and symbols?"

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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As Cain and Jurgen entered the manor, the sight that greeted him was, a horrific sight for many. Of course, he was no stranger to the sick and horrific things out there...this thing however was up there in the list of messed up shit he has seen. "I can see why Imperial Command sent me here now...This is a highly unusual case..." Cain spoke to himself as he looked around him.

No Chaos symbol, no sign of daemonic rituals...Chaos was not at work here so it was safe to say whoever did this was a beyond insane, murderious mass murderer nutjob with a grim idea of what art is. Cain scratched the top of his hands as he looked around. Whoever did this had indeed plenty of time...

"The question is, how did no one see this horrific display being moved around...Someone had means to hide it and move it here unnoticed by the residents and people...unless the people who once lived in this manor is part of the work of...'art'..." Cain spoke so the others ccould hear him whiel Jurgen got his attention.

"Look out sir, one of those TLA people. A mage at that. They pretty much hate you and try to mark you as a villan, just letting you know sir." Jurgen informed Cain who nodded. "Then keep your distance Jurgen. We would not want to do anything to affect the mage." He spoke knowing full well what Jurgen was capable of. With a nod he decided to keep his distance.

So the TLA was also assisting in this operation? As much as that irked him a bit...he was more worried about some mass murderer going around making works of art out of them all. Chances are, now that they were all on the case whoever made this would want them out of the picture...no doubt to put them into a work of art while they were at it...

The Four guardsman of course showed not much sign of disgust. Granted they were in the presence of a renowned hero who was keeping his cool. That and military discipline also helped. They began to search the area in pairs of two.

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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“It is certainly a pleasure to meet you both” this obviously directed to the two special agents, that had introduced themselves. Stopping, his vision changing back and forth through various types, three more rotor drones ejected from his back, no bigger than one’s palm, the drones began scanning the hall, building a 3d graphic of the hall and the totem,

The fungal spores, soil samples and bark that seemed to infest the totem, again scanning the samples visible on the exterior of the totem “is there a forested area within the city or nearby the city? If so then we may wish to search there, finding the dumping grounds may reveal more about our killer or uncover more victims” Alpha approached towards the special agents.

“Are we aware of any searches towards the rear of the structure? Or the roof?” Alpha crossed his arms, after scanning the hall, the drones began flying through out the rest of the structure,continuing their scans.

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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"Nope, this place shows up clean on the Magical scale, there also doesn't seem to any signs of ritual sacrifice or offerings of any kind" Lancaster sighed and exhaled smoke "I'm not sure who or what would possibly put something like this up, but we can be sure there is a reason it's here. Otherwise we wouldn't be looking at it" He said as he began walking around the grisly scene

"This is interesting....." Chimed Sarah as she inspected the Totem closer "The stitching, holding the bodies together......... No two bodies are stitched together the same way"

"you mean they are positioned differently?"Lancaster asked

'No, I mean the type of stitch is different. " Sarah explained "Look here, This stitch is used by Taxidermists, and this one is a clothing stitch"

"So, what does that mean about our killer?" Lancaster sighed

"They have an eidetic memory and an almost impulsive obsession with detail."

Lancaster sighed again and exhaled smoke. He chuckled as he turned back towards the other investigative parties. His eyes narrowed as he looked at all the different factions that were there "Well one thing is for certain in my mind, this........... thing, was to see exactly who would respond to this and just what kind of plays we are bringing to the table. Whoever did this........" He paused to take a drag from his cigarette "Is playing a game with all of us" He said looking to all of the different factions.

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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Mysti frowned " So you are saying something or someone did this all by hand? That would take months... And just to draw us all in?"

Mysti walked closer "The people here represent the most powerful groups here on Terra...it is like they are sending a message a look what I did right under our noses... This is a sick game and I don't like it one bit."

Mysti paused looking to the others but mainly to the imperials she said "Our groups don't always get along but we need to bring this bastard down and as much as I hate it we have to work together to do this..."

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Character Portrait: Kain Lancaster / Sarah Balmont Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: NC7- Alpha Character Portrait: Mysti

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Cain soon faced Mysti when she mentioned working together. "We may not get along of course, but our interests are the same. We are here to make this city safer hence we are here to eliminate some psychopath before they strike again...You are also here to eliminate the one responsible for this. As long as you refrain from continuously insulting and trying to drag the Imperiums name through the dirt then I have no problems with this...besides...If this is a message then we are going to hunt down whoever did this and deliver justice. " The Commissar spoke holding his cap with his hand.

How long until whoever did this decided to go after soldiers? After more people in the cities? Or even himself? One less threat running around to keep him awake at night means another much safer night of slumber. Of course Cain turned to face Alpha. "I have two pairs of Guardsman checking the building. One team should be heading to the rear while the other to the roof. I made sure to have them radio me every few minutes. A killer sometimes returns to the scene no doubt...And judging by this 'art' we may have a small chance of encountering the killer while investigating so my men will be prepared." Cain soon received two vox hails.

"Alpha team here. We are beginning our investigation in the rear of the mansion."

"Delta here sir, searching rooftop. We will report in two minutes from now."

The two teams gave their reports. "Whoever this is smart, and good at hiding despite all this. We have to cover all our basis and keep our eyes and ears open at all times."