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Lynn Harper

"The past holds many secrets, some that will take even the cautious by surprise."

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a character in “The War After”, originally authored by Gamer_Templar, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Lynn Harper



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Name
Lynn Harper

Gender
Female

Age
Twenty-nine

Occupation
Salvager/Tinkerer



Appearance
Lynn stands at five feet and nine inches tall, with a fairly lean and athletic build thanks to a combination of (relatively) good eating and getting plenty of exercise from delving into the many ruins left over from centuries of war (and fleeing from the occasional war droid or two). Unlike the mental image that your average scavenger tends to conjure up, Lynn dresses quite smartly instead of strapping so many pots and pans to herself. Perhaps the only similarity is the staggering number of pockets she has.



Personality
Lynn has always been possessed of a restless curiosity, to study the nature of the ancient technology that litters the world in an attempt to understand and make use of it. However, this drive for seeking knowledge sometimes leads her to becoming aloof and detached from others. As much as she believes that the works of the past can bring about hope and prosperity, her general experience of humanity is such that she would distrust leaving such advanced technology in the hands of just anyone. To the rare few who she actively enjoys the company of, Lynn is pleasant enough, albeit quick to speak her mind whether she is asked to or not.



Gear
Ever the pragmatist, Lynn is not to be found without the appropriate kit for delving into the remnants of the ancients, namely a compact toolkit for fixing things on the go. She also carries a few implements more commonly used for lockpicking and safecracking, even a small personal datapad to help bypass electronic security systems. For the inevitable occasions where violence is the only option, she has a laser pistol and a combat knife with which to defend herself.

Skills
Years of sifting through the wreckage of the past have given Lynn quite an eye for detail, along with the understanding behind some of the more esoteric technologies through a combination of field research and tinkering in a more controlled environment. A certain incident not too long ago also gave her the curious ability to repair flesh and machinery alike through touch, even reshape it to some degree, though the latter is particularly taxing for her. Any further capabilities of this technology have yet to be determined.



History
In a ruined world filled with all manner of dangers, one must grow up learning strength or cunning, or not at all. Lynn's upbringing brought her squarely in the cunning department, helping her parents from an early age in their machine shop, learning how to take things apart and put them back together. By the time she came of age and moved out, she had the experience and know-how to set up her own venture, eventually heading out into the unknown herself in search of valuable pieces of technology.

Naturally, the dangers inherent in these excursions necessitated some hired help. She had mixed results with a few mercenaries, but one in particular stood out from the rest, a no-nonsense woman by the name of Allyson. Over the years, the two ended up sticking together, the self-styled treasure hunter and her tireless bodyguard becoming practically inseparable.

Life had been relatively uneventful for the pair, until several months ago. Lynn had heard rumours of a deeply buried cache in a derelict bunker someplace. The kind of rumours that were accompanied by warnings of things that man was not meant to know. The kind of warnings that Lynn so flagrantly ignored and went in there anyway. She did end up finding and opening this cache, but in doing so her body had been altered after a collection of nanomachines had integrated itself within her. Her hair had turned pure white, and her eyes became an unnatural electric blue. And those were merely the changes that were immediately obvious.

Eventually there came some unforeseen effects on Lynn's mind. First it was strange dreams in the night. But then there was more. An incessant, instinctive urge to follow an unknown plan, as if compelled by a higher power. The incident itself had driven something of a rift between Lynn and Allyson, exacerbated by the former's emerging mental problems and her inability to adequately explain them. This led to Allyson deciding that it would be better for them to part ways, leaving Lynn to seek answers on her own.



So begins...

Lynn Harper's Story

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It had taken the better part of several days since her last stop, but Lynn finally approached the outskirts of Scrapyard City. The rusted hulk of the starship that housed it was visible from miles away. A conspicuous landmark that was both defensible and easy for traders to find. Just the right ingredients for creating one of the larger communities in the region. And with a population that sizeable, Lynn was hoping that she would find at least one person who could help with her particular... problem. Or at least someone who could point her in the right direction.

Pausing only to adjust the weight of her pack, she ventured forth into the settlement proper. A short chat with the guards on duty was enough to convince them she wasn't here to start any trouble, and so they let her pass.

Lynn cautiously made her way through an area that appeared to serve as a bazaar of sorts, taking in the sights and sounds of the so-called city as she kept an eye out for a machine shop. Scrapyard City wasn't much for looks, but then again there were very few places that were. Among the stalls that were set up, there were junk dealers aplenty, but nobody who dealt with devices of a more... elaborate nature. Perhaps in places other than the city's lower levels, she might have more luck...

...But then, a battle-scarred automaton drifted in, as casually as it could manage. A very large automaton. There were few present who had a mind to get in this machine's way, and those that did very quickly thought better of it. There was even a sigh of relief from one or two individuals when it became apparent that the automaton was simply doing nothing more than floating in place. For the time being, at least.

Lynn watched the war machine for a while, trying to work out what it was doing here and why. Perhaps its memory core held information that would be useful to her? Curiosity gripped her as her mind went wild with the possibilities. She took a step forward, readying her datapad.

One of the nearby scavengers took notice, urging her, “Hey, don't go poking that thing! Who knows what it'll do?!” He kept his voice down as if the automaton would react to sound alone.

“Then I'll make sure to be careful,” came Lynn's calm reply. The man did not look fully convinced, but he made no further attempt to stop her either. Instead, he chose to put some distance between himself and her in case things went south.

With the automaton being so large, and no gantries available to physically reach its systems, it seemed that an attempt at wireless access was the only option. Assuming she could make a connection, Lynn's plan was to first find out what this automaton was currently doing and how likely it would start shooting up the place if she happened to try any serious meddling...

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Rusted scrap...Regular scrap...Girders...Rusted Girders...Well this was not quite in the level of quality compared to the quartermaster and engineering bays back home...If they even existed anymore, they were probably the same quality here come to think of it...How unfortunate, and trying to forge this scrap to fix his armor was going to be a process without any engineering bay to refit it...Wait...There’s no paint...Of course, why would there be paint in piles of scrap? It’s not scrap it’s a combination of chemicals to make colors. It was also liquid and not made of metal.

Of course the wireless access would take a small bit to get through, but eventually the woman tapping into the machine would actually get through. Although if she has dabbled with machines before she would not even one stark difference compared to automated machines. This machine seemed to be running a different program, not artificial intelligence...It seemed humanlike. But she could hear the machines thoughts.

"I think I can find enough of the right parts to fix some minor holes in my armor...I can’t find any paint as much as it pains me I I’ll have to keep the weathered look for a little while longer. I’ll have to manually shape and adjust the scrap myself...Wait a second...If I do fix my armor the color is going to stand out! Darn! It’s like shouting to the enemy that I have weak points in my armor so they can just shoot that...New priority...Find paint...” Was what she could tell. For a massive machine, it certainly was peculiar about the small things. But otherwise no directive telling it to destroy everything in sight.

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It took Lynn a minute or so to bypass whatever countermeasures the machine had to deter unauthorised user access. Either it wasn't designed to be specifically protected against this kind of intrusion, or it was and those systems had since degraded over the centuries. Regardless, she was in. And very intrigued at what she found so far.

Perhaps it was due to the sheer size of the automaton, but its core programming was much more sophisticated than what she normally came across. She had heard of engrams containing human neural patterns, but functioning specimens were so few and far between. This must have been a particularly significant war machine, she thought, to warrant such complex software.

A little further digging revealed that Lynn was able to access what served as the machine's “surface thoughts”, for lack of a better word. Quite an active little subroutine as the automaton loomed over its surroundings. Lynn set it to transmit audio to her datapad, raising an eyebrow as she listened to the chatter. For a war robot that was seemingly stuck in the past, it was surprisingly fussy about its appearance. The technician opened a communication channel with the press of a button. If she could negotiate with it, this thing could be a useful asset.

“At ease. Whoever your enemies were, I'm sure you won't find them here,” she spoke through her datapad. Her face bore a subtle yet confident smile. “If it's repairs you need, I think I might be able to help you. However, I won't be able to do this for free, especially for such an extensive job. What say you?”

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Eh...A voice?...How strange it was very clear...it was definitely like some sort of audio transition. Like a radio transition that’s right! But how strange...Only his allies could communicate unless someone or something was now accessing his system and therefor able to communicate with him! Thankfully this was not some sort of hacking attempt, he would have been alerted to a much more forceful attack like that. It would appear that someone was offering to repair his armor for a fee. Must have been an engineer nearby patching into his communications link. But payment...Right! He just needed to pull out his wallet and!...Wait...He had no wallet or money...That was a problem.

"It would be unusual to see my foes here anyways since all of our nations are beyond repair. However, I do require the need of engineering work done to my body. I am Captain Invictus, Commander Of the 224’th Wolf Brigade. As long as you are not coming at me with hostile intent then I am indeed able to trust you...Excuse the formalities, old habit never go away. Oh, and if you see a red skull flying around make sure you kick it!...It’s probably bad...But regardless, I have no means of payment for your services. I do not have my wallet on me.” The machine replied back. As it did it would seem like it was stopping its search to communicate with the voice.

It’s been awhile indeed since he used radio transmission! This was indeed a once in a lifetime opportunity no doubt!...Maybe not actually...Yeah, radios were never really amazing...But for now, he had contact with an unknown who seemed friendly enough...Friendly...That’s a foreign word for him...

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Lumina who was previously paying attention to her superior would now find herself catching sight of a large war machine hovering through the city. "R-Ro-," she muttered, the first utterance she has made in quite some time. The mouse of a man had likely crawled away by now, likely to evade any kind of fee for the... likely mutant nurse's services.

"What was that? No, never mind, I can see it from here. Just ignore it, we don't get involved with... automatons," the doctor said to Lumina, a clear tone of discontent at mention of the machine. It was no mystery that the doctor had little to no regard for mechanical entities, aside from as tools, machinery to him would never replace the delicate subtleties of biology. "Besides, who knows, it may mark you as a threat or something. You wouldn't exactly radiate a human signal, regardless of noble intent. Best to be on the safe side and return immediately."

Lumina sighed, but wouldn't be disobedient, and took off again at a decent pace, keeping watch on the machine for any movement. Her destination was to make her way back to the clinic, the supplies in tow were of importance to maintain the medical machinery, and... other facility operations.

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Lynn listened to what the machine - referring to itself as Invictus - had to say in response. She nodded along to its chatter in a bid to be polite, though she made a mental note to keep an eye out for anything resembling a flying red skull, on the off chance that there were other remnants of the same battles that Invictus had taken part in.

“Indeed... I suppose payment would be difficult to negotiate,” she mused. “Perhaps barter, though if you were here looking for parts then I'm not sure you'd have something that might interest me...”

The technician's gaze turned to the door of the bar as she heard it open, revealing a robed woman in a curious mask who appeared to gawk at Invictus for a moment, before briskly walking off. A strange-looking woman indeed, but as Lynn herself was hardly one to talk, she paid it little mind. There were more important matters at hand. She folded her arms, brow furrowed in thought. Perhaps... yes, it was a long shot, but she needed whatever leads she could get her hands on.

“Come to think of it... I might be interested in some information. Whatever you may know of a certain kind of pre-collapse technology. If not, then I could always hire your assistance in exchange for the repairs. Speaking of which, surely there must be an intact hangar bay somewhere in this derelict. Any idea if there might be some proper equipment on the upper levels, Invictus?”

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Technology?...Oh right, they were inside some sort of ship. And information...Of course! He has been alive for quite a long while! He knew plenty of things! And in exchange he could get fixed up. Of course anything regarding his army will be classified but this could work.

"I see...You desire information. But of course, I can tell you about many different things. Like this ship, by its design it’s a capital ship, perhaps a flagship...It must have been hit by a multitude of kinetic weaponry once its shields broke down...Judjing by its location and state the upper decks might be stable...With all the rubble in the way it might be hiding a large enough hanger for my form along with untouched parts...Or it may contain...Enemy soldiers hiding in the shadows!...Wait...No in that case people would have sent a distress signal and be evacuated...We might find skeletons instead. But I accept these terms in exchange for being repaired!” The machine spoke.

Of course it’s sensors picked up the sight of a female humanoid figure walking. How strange...Looked like a doctor. Well he was machine so doctors was not the best for him. Oh well.

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Just on the outskirts of Scrapyard City, a worn down building barely stood above the dust, a worn insignia on the door, D17, designated its previous functions as a subterranean research facility. Thanks to the crash, however, much of the lower levels have fallen into ruin, along with much of the staff, leaving only the upper floors still accessible, now functioning more as a... somewhat dubious medical facility.

Pretty well the only living human that remains in the facility is Doctor Hayden Addler. To the very few that know him, he's a strange but kind man, to others, he is seen as a mad doctor cast straight from the tales of Frankenstein.

He stood at the sliding doors of the facility, mouth covered to protect against the dust, awaiting Lumina's return with the supplies, while keeping a watch. Now that she had incentive, she hurried along, exiting the city and skidding down into the wastes at a quick pace to her superior's position, all handled with more grace than typical of a human. The doctor knew what he was doing, sending her instead of any others to retrieve supplies. She was perfect for errands, a sleek delicate form in appearance that does not inspire fear, while still strong enough to carry back any needed supplies.

She stood in front of the doctor, materials in tow. "hAy!" she yelped joyfully in an endearing, if not somewhat shrill voice.

"A bit late, aren't you?" Hayden asked rhetorically, folding his arms and giving the nurse a stern look. She, in turn lowered her head. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Well..." he continued, shrugging his shoulders and softening his tone, patting her on the head. "I'm... sure you had your reasons, but you know how important these parts are. These cannisters should keep things going for a while longer," he said, taking the bag from Lumina, straining a bit and nearly stumbling back from its weight. Lumina shudders, ready to help him should he stumble, or at least continue carrying the bag for him. "I'm... fine! This is nothing!"

With that the two prepared to enter the facility. Hayden taking a glance back at Scrapyard City as he headed in. "Just goes to show you, though... machines are such a clumsy reliance. That is why I take liberties to make a few confiscations here and there to make sure something doesn't blow up. Safety, my dear Lumina, it save lives, whether they appreciate it or not."