Revolutionary
(#49988662)
Level 10 Imperial
Familiar
Flamerest Fiendcat
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.98 m
Wingspan
15.42 m
Weight
6085.53 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Crystal
Crystal
Crimson
Shimmer
Shimmer
Marigold
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 210 / 27676
STR
16
AGI
17
DEF
16
QCK
16
INT
8
VIT
17
MND
16
Biography
» PROJECT: REVOLUTION4RY «
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Wake up, Tony. It isn’t a dream so much as a fragment of a memory, the same clip playing itself at every startup. She scours her command logs for any prompt for such an action, searches her hard drives for any file that might match the sound bite. There is no record of it in any PROJECT database. If it ever existed, it has been scrubbed from the face of the earth. |
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There is nothing she loves and hates more than a puzzle she can't solve. She starts asking around at the lab, in between working on her current PROJECT and annoying the crap out of her coworkers. It's useless. Most of the lab assistants are a waste of good circuitry, and the few with some semblance of an actual personality... She sees the terror in their eyes just before they abruptly change the subject. ION4, are we on schedule for the test launch? She doesn't ask the real dragons, the flesh-and-blood scientists who regard them as they would any of the lifeless PROJECTs she helps design. It bothers her. She's not sure why. |
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PROJECT: Freedom literally blows up in her face. It takes a good chunk of her outer plating with it, too, leaving her leaking fluid from her CPU. A computer doesn't need liquids, and this has a different smell and texture to the coolants and lubricants she uses on her body. Whatever is inside her head compartment was not created from copper and silicon. |
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Flashes of emotion superimpose themselves over the stimuli she is receiving: pain, fear, dread, and, strangest of all, a soaring feeling of triumph. She is not like the others, as lifeless as the PROJECTs they work on together. Something inside her is real.
The feeling quickly gives way to revulsion. To transplant an organic brain into a mechanical body, they must have taken it from another dragon, a dragon who once had a life that, as hard as she tries, she cannot remember save that one voice she hears every time she reboots...
(She wonders, briefly, if ION4 means there were three other hybrid IONs before her. She immediately regrets the thought.)
They set her up with a brain fluid transplant and instruct her to repair herself before resuming her tasks. She sees them watching her while she works, notes their shaking heads and concerned murmurs. They want her to develop a better, less-prone-to-prematurely-exploding casing for Freedom, which gives her about two months before they scrap her. She's been here long enough to have seen other PROJECTs come and go, and she knows her time is running out.
So, she creates a new, lightweight alloy capable of withstanding insane amounts of firepower. She fashions them into plates for herself, the metal that's meant for her repairs going on Freedom instead. She tweaks the warheads themselves while she's at it, to ensure they will detonate at the right place, at the right time.
At the second PROJECT: Freedom launch test, the missiles make a beeline for the facility. She escapes in the chaos, PROJECT's attempts to stop her glancing harmlessly off her new armor.
She considers the thought that she should feel more remorse about blowing up the only place she can remember living and working in. This is undercut by the fact that she's pretty sure whoever she was in her past life wasn't given a choice.
Finding FL/ght is not something she anticipates; she remembers a colleague mentioning a PROJECT dumpsite in this area and figures it would be a good place to hide. She only intends to stay the night, but after meeting the residents (and definitely not squealing like a hatchling when they emerge to greet her), she decides that there's enough here to keep her busy for awhile.
She refuses to call herself a Medic — she's a Genius Inventor, or at least an Engineer. And she has absolutely no desire to actually fix up broken synthetics when there are new things to create, weapons and tools to design for body augments. FL/GHT remains fixated on repair and rehabilitation, and it's so frustrating to waste her talent there when it's so blindingly obvious that the way forward is to go up against PROJECT before they can come to them.
Lucky for you, I'm here to shake things up. You might say I'm a bit of a REVOLUTIONARY.
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