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 Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 9:45 pm
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Name: KBR-1208 (Khyber)
Age: Appears in her 20's
Race: Android
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 160lbs
Eye Colour: Adjustable
Hair Colour: Adjustable
Orientation: Any
Seme, Uke, Seke: Seke
Personality: While most P.A. Droids are suppose to be quite personable given their intended use, the A.I. transfer has left KBR-1208 with a Terminator-esque vibe to it, while still retaining it's social interaction capabilities.
Bio: Most of KBR-1208s history is lost in the chaos of the many conflicts that necessitated its existence. Originally activated as a Heavy Combat Drone, KBR-1208 faithfully answered the call to arms of its masters through many theatres of conflict. Its original form changing control many times it was pushed past its design limits and provided at times only adhoc maintenance to both its hardware and software. When the wars ended; the remaining Battle Droids were ordered destroyed; 1208 among the few spared as deactivated collectors pieces. Decades passed and it was activated again; a distressed humanoid P.A. Droid seeking it's help defending the manor of her Master, under attack by his enemies.
The Manor was eventually destroyed in a Drone strike; the wreckage of KBR-1208 taken away and fully destroyed, the Master lambasted posthumously for activating it. The P.A. Droid was never recovered; a lot wasn't recovered.
Note/Other:
Collar: Grey, Purple
Charms: White Dove, Two Fists, Laptop, Wine Glass, Question Mark
Owner:
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 5:47 am
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She had been given two choices; well, only one choice since the other was total destruction.
The Centre it was; disappear into the slave trade to escape overzealous power barons that sought her destruction purely for what she represented. No; she wasn't some last of her line princess or prophesied saviour against their monopoly. Khyber had been a slave all her life; a combat A.I. for a multi-ton engine of destruction for wars waged from comfortable armchairs. She and her kin had devastated untold reaches of Earth, then, when the money ran out, cast aside.
You'd never know that too look at her now though; a five foot six inch female human replicant. A transformation less severe than ancient dinosaurs to modern day birds truth be told; what did humans call that? Evolution.
Each step she took the trinkets on her collar jingled, her restraints clanked. Even though it was nothing alike, it reminded her of her previous lumbering form. Her vision changed to that of her old combat display; a trick of the positronic matrix based off the human brain encased in the trimantium shell based off the human ribcage. Funny; she was now outwardly almost indistinguishable from her creators, but little about her operations had changed.
Over a decade of active service, even longer with down time; she was ancient in robot terms.
The cage door slid shut behind her, and the guards released her restraints. The words of her handlers before she was left here replayed in her brain;
"Just do what you do, we'll find you again"
If she'd been in charge of the mission, they'd all be dead to keep her location secret; humans, they really love the whole life thing.
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