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NAME: BO-55
FACTION: (TBD)
RANK: (TBD)
SPECIES: Transformodroid.
AGE: Over 800.
SEX: Male voice. (Isn't male or female as it's a droid)
HEIGHT: 6ft.
WEIGHT: 230 Lbs.
EYES: (standard) Yellow. (Combat) Red. (Has Nightvision built in)
HAIR: None.
SKIN: Black painted Phrik/Durasteel Armoured Plating. 35% Phrik 65% Durasteel.
FORCE SENSITIVE: None.
Weapons:
2 Wrist Blasters Laser Cannons
Flamethrower
Sentient Stealth Mines (Miniature looking insects that burrow into dirt or sand and emerge below the enemy and explode)
Sonic Grenades
Poison Gas Canisters
Sniper: NT-242
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Strengths: Strong Cervos (can lift heavy loads)
Very accurate with a firearm and skilled with Melee weaponry.
Sturdy plating thick enough to withstand some blows from lightsabres and various firearms.
Has Nightvision.
Stealth field that affects organics or other droids within 5 feet Lasts 5 minutes on self. (lasts for 1 minute if used externally to affect others.)
Can fly using a jetpack.
Weaknesses:
Can be somewhat slow due to it's bulkier Armored Plating.
Heavy weight.
Has a blind spot from behind.
The back of the head is somewhat damaged inside meaning that certain blows to the back of the head can cause glitches within it's programming making it perform sub optimally at times.
Slow flight speed due to heavy weight on it's jetpack of 10 feet.
While in Astromech mode many of it's weapons are unusable due to the fact many of it's weapon components are on the inside.
Not capable of sneaking very well in Android (humanoid mode) due to heavy weight.
BO55's stealth field takes up to 12 hours to recharge.
When changing modes is more vulnerable as the underlayer of his components are exposed and a full mode change can take up to 1 1/2 minutes.
APPEARANCE:
A 6ft Jet Black armour plated Droid with various adorned compartments within the armor which conceal many weapons.
Shares many similarities to the KX series in terms of slenderness but with some modifications to it's body taken from Phase III Dark Troopers and bulkier body and frame than that of a KX with external platings and gyro wheels implanted into it's legs hidden in a compartment for Astromech mode of travel.
Bright Yellow eyes that are emitted through light unless in combat mode when the brightness is dulled and they appear red.
In Astromech Mode it is 4ft tall with many of it's weapon components inaccessible while in this state due to them being in the interior of the droid.
BIOGRAPHY:
My name is 3-L33T-3 BO-55. However you can call me BO-55. I am a one of a kind transformodroid. My master Kuth' Ulu created me with the ability to transform into two separate modes, humanoid aka Android. As well as an Astromech mode. I have Thick Black Painted Metal Phrik/Durasteel Plating adorning my outer shell as parts as well as the Sith Insignia marking branding my Inner Workings.
I was a top secret droid being built for the service of Darth Sidious. A new type of droid built for the concept of Espionage and Stealth capabilities. I have the ability to speak up to over 6million different forms of languages in order to communicate. A stealth field that can be activated that lasts up to 5 minutes. Various weapons built into various compartments of my body as well as a tool allowing me to hack into any computer. I am able to wield a Darkened Red Laser sword similar to a Light sabre and am very skilled and proficient in doing so. I am also equipped with an overtuned Cattle prod with much more voltage capable of frying those I contact with alive with 4 different modes set for different purposes.
My master Kuth'Ulu was living on a hidden space station hidden throughout a belt of Asteroids that was extremely difficult to navigate save for the most skilled of pilots. Upon meeting someone known as Darth Vader he began to work on me right away, building me for the Sith. I was built for the sake of hunting down Jedi and with this purpose in mind. My thick metal plating was to help resist Lightsabre's and various weak firearms. The first time I was powered on I remember meeting my Master for the first time. He was a kind man of the Sluissi race with a love for all his creations. He built masterpieces for a living and took great pride in them. However over time as he continued to work on me, his love for his creations began to dwindle, this was not his work of his own volition but a tool meant to serve the Empire in which he despised. He was building me out of fear not love and I was meant to be naught but a prototype, something to be used for demonstration and then deactivated and destroyed. I only know of the Jedi through a loose file built into my mainframe of information with basic information on their techniques but was never finished and fully catalogued. I was oblivious to the purpose of my creation. I have artificial intelligence but was never present to this information while powered on. I had a respect and love for my master, he created me, he brought me to life and taught me a great many things in the beginning of my workings. However as he started to treat me with less and less respect as time went on. I began to plead with him to return to his old ways. I had a failsafe built into my subroutines that prevented me from being able to attack him or stop him but I was becoming more and more rebellious due to his actions and the way he would treat me. Refusing orders and things of that nature. it was then from this point at he activated me less and less frequently.
After my body was completed with all of it's functions he then started to program me and would power me on here and there to check all systems we're working correctly and the programming was correct. He was working on the chips in my head when he got an urgent call from Darth Sidious stating that some of his forces will be paying a visit to make sure that things were going smoothly and to check on my progress and that they would be accompanied by Darth Vader himself. When they arrived some time later Kuth'Ulu was still working on me programming a subroutine to prevent me from disobeying orders from the Empire. However he was distracted when Vader arrived as he was working on a very delicate part of programming and accidentally damaged my chip as Vader got him into a choke hold with a strange power I had never seen after being disrespectful towards him. Vader was holding out his hand and my master was claiming he couldn't breathe. I watched the skin around his neck begin to tighten. I was strapped down and could do nothing as I watched. Watching him reeling in agony as he gasped for air. He was freed and apologized to Vader and in all the excitement forgot to turn me back off. I heard so much about the plans for me, what my purpose was, that I was to be crushed and destroyed after a demonstration upon making a more superior model. I powered down my eyes pretending to be powered down as I heard everything. I now understood why my Master changed and why he started to act this way. It was fear and anger. However I would not allow my fate to be what was intended my self preservation routines were going crazy. When Vader left Kuth'Ulu went to lie down and to get some sleep, exhausted from what had transpired. It took me some time but I was able to break the bindings on one of my arms and used it to free myself. I snuck out into the night and stole one of Kuth's ships and fled the asteroid belt. I felt bad but I couldn't allow myself to be destroyed like that. I took off into the stars accessing my files on locations throughout the galaxy and was caught in an air skirmish, the craft I had did not have any weaponry. So I frantically began to try and get away as my ship was hit and I made for the nearest planet. I received many orders through the coms asking for a landing code but I didn't have one and was shot down from the sky crashing down towards the planet. I don't remember anything after that.
I was founded by a Duros named Alzam Dicug on the planet known as Raxus Prime. He was a Junkyard worker and found me in a scrap heap. Various compartments were damaged as well as some of my plating that was bent and warped from the impact. My programming chips in my head were damaged causing a glitch in my system. Most of my files were damaged or lost. I was fixed up and had my old chips replaced with new ones and would help with work on Raxus Prime. I was used for not only helping with the work load but for fending off various wildlife and keeping the working crew safe. A job I had no problem doing but something was wrong with my systems still. I had this urge to leave and couldn't figure out why every time I tried to search for the problem within my subroutines. I would always be met with an error. I was going through Alzam's things and discovered some of my old plating bearing the insignia of the Empire. I questioned him and he explained this was over 800 years ago and who the Empire were. He wasn't sure whether to keep working on repairing me for risk I might turn on him and slay the rest of the workers or worse. However he was glad that he did for he had made a good friend. Something I was quite humbled by. He explained there was a new conflicts going on in the Galaxy. The various factions are going up against The Brotherhood Of The Maw. A threat which has destroying entire planets. All the new information left me feeling empty. I was a relic of old with no purpose anymore. I didn't know who or what I was or why I was created all I had was a name and old factions to go off such as the Empire and the Republic who became known as the Rebellion.
One day when dealing with some raiders I took an electric blast to the back of the head right around my chip compartments. Something tripped in me and many of my old files began to repair and fix themselves as I regained all the old information I had known save for a few. I remembered my original master who created me and started wondering how he was faring. Would he even be alive? Could my fleeing have gotten him killed. An overwhelming sense of guilt came over me. However that was in the past and I had accepted my lot on Raxus Prime and my new master that had taken me in. So I continued to work away. I had figured out how to activate some of my older damaged compartments and had some of them repaired using the various junk ridden throughout the planet with the help of Alzam Dicug. It took many years to get me in full complete working order and many modifications were made to my various combat capabilities. I was even functioned a Jetpack formed into my back and had my cervos adjusted and strengthened to combat the additional weight. Although the Jetpack wasn't too powerful due to my weight it allowed me to become airborne but at a slow flight speed. My bulky armoured plating wasn't the most efficient for it's use but it did come in very handy with performing various tasks on Raxus.
SHIP:
(None.)
KILLS:
(None.)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
(None.)
FACTION: (TBD)
RANK: (TBD)
SPECIES: Transformodroid.
AGE: Over 800.
SEX: Male voice. (Isn't male or female as it's a droid)
HEIGHT: 6ft.
WEIGHT: 230 Lbs.
EYES: (standard) Yellow. (Combat) Red. (Has Nightvision built in)
HAIR: None.
SKIN: Black painted Phrik/Durasteel Armoured Plating. 35% Phrik 65% Durasteel.
FORCE SENSITIVE: None.
Weapons:
2 Wrist Blasters Laser Cannons
Flamethrower
Sentient Stealth Mines (Miniature looking insects that burrow into dirt or sand and emerge below the enemy and explode)
Sonic Grenades
Poison Gas Canisters
Sniper: NT-242
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Strengths: Strong Cervos (can lift heavy loads)
Very accurate with a firearm and skilled with Melee weaponry.
Sturdy plating thick enough to withstand some blows from lightsabres and various firearms.
Has Nightvision.
Stealth field that affects organics or other droids within 5 feet Lasts 5 minutes on self. (lasts for 1 minute if used externally to affect others.)
Can fly using a jetpack.
Weaknesses:
Can be somewhat slow due to it's bulkier Armored Plating.
Heavy weight.
Has a blind spot from behind.
The back of the head is somewhat damaged inside meaning that certain blows to the back of the head can cause glitches within it's programming making it perform sub optimally at times.
Slow flight speed due to heavy weight on it's jetpack of 10 feet.
While in Astromech mode many of it's weapons are unusable due to the fact many of it's weapon components are on the inside.
Not capable of sneaking very well in Android (humanoid mode) due to heavy weight.
BO55's stealth field takes up to 12 hours to recharge.
When changing modes is more vulnerable as the underlayer of his components are exposed and a full mode change can take up to 1 1/2 minutes.
APPEARANCE:
A 6ft Jet Black armour plated Droid with various adorned compartments within the armor which conceal many weapons.
Shares many similarities to the KX series in terms of slenderness but with some modifications to it's body taken from Phase III Dark Troopers and bulkier body and frame than that of a KX with external platings and gyro wheels implanted into it's legs hidden in a compartment for Astromech mode of travel.
Bright Yellow eyes that are emitted through light unless in combat mode when the brightness is dulled and they appear red.
In Astromech Mode it is 4ft tall with many of it's weapon components inaccessible while in this state due to them being in the interior of the droid.
BIOGRAPHY:
My name is 3-L33T-3 BO-55. However you can call me BO-55. I am a one of a kind transformodroid. My master Kuth' Ulu created me with the ability to transform into two separate modes, humanoid aka Android. As well as an Astromech mode. I have Thick Black Painted Metal Phrik/Durasteel Plating adorning my outer shell as parts as well as the Sith Insignia marking branding my Inner Workings.
I was a top secret droid being built for the service of Darth Sidious. A new type of droid built for the concept of Espionage and Stealth capabilities. I have the ability to speak up to over 6million different forms of languages in order to communicate. A stealth field that can be activated that lasts up to 5 minutes. Various weapons built into various compartments of my body as well as a tool allowing me to hack into any computer. I am able to wield a Darkened Red Laser sword similar to a Light sabre and am very skilled and proficient in doing so. I am also equipped with an overtuned Cattle prod with much more voltage capable of frying those I contact with alive with 4 different modes set for different purposes.
My master Kuth'Ulu was living on a hidden space station hidden throughout a belt of Asteroids that was extremely difficult to navigate save for the most skilled of pilots. Upon meeting someone known as Darth Vader he began to work on me right away, building me for the Sith. I was built for the sake of hunting down Jedi and with this purpose in mind. My thick metal plating was to help resist Lightsabre's and various weak firearms. The first time I was powered on I remember meeting my Master for the first time. He was a kind man of the Sluissi race with a love for all his creations. He built masterpieces for a living and took great pride in them. However over time as he continued to work on me, his love for his creations began to dwindle, this was not his work of his own volition but a tool meant to serve the Empire in which he despised. He was building me out of fear not love and I was meant to be naught but a prototype, something to be used for demonstration and then deactivated and destroyed. I only know of the Jedi through a loose file built into my mainframe of information with basic information on their techniques but was never finished and fully catalogued. I was oblivious to the purpose of my creation. I have artificial intelligence but was never present to this information while powered on. I had a respect and love for my master, he created me, he brought me to life and taught me a great many things in the beginning of my workings. However as he started to treat me with less and less respect as time went on. I began to plead with him to return to his old ways. I had a failsafe built into my subroutines that prevented me from being able to attack him or stop him but I was becoming more and more rebellious due to his actions and the way he would treat me. Refusing orders and things of that nature. it was then from this point at he activated me less and less frequently.
After my body was completed with all of it's functions he then started to program me and would power me on here and there to check all systems we're working correctly and the programming was correct. He was working on the chips in my head when he got an urgent call from Darth Sidious stating that some of his forces will be paying a visit to make sure that things were going smoothly and to check on my progress and that they would be accompanied by Darth Vader himself. When they arrived some time later Kuth'Ulu was still working on me programming a subroutine to prevent me from disobeying orders from the Empire. However he was distracted when Vader arrived as he was working on a very delicate part of programming and accidentally damaged my chip as Vader got him into a choke hold with a strange power I had never seen after being disrespectful towards him. Vader was holding out his hand and my master was claiming he couldn't breathe. I watched the skin around his neck begin to tighten. I was strapped down and could do nothing as I watched. Watching him reeling in agony as he gasped for air. He was freed and apologized to Vader and in all the excitement forgot to turn me back off. I heard so much about the plans for me, what my purpose was, that I was to be crushed and destroyed after a demonstration upon making a more superior model. I powered down my eyes pretending to be powered down as I heard everything. I now understood why my Master changed and why he started to act this way. It was fear and anger. However I would not allow my fate to be what was intended my self preservation routines were going crazy. When Vader left Kuth'Ulu went to lie down and to get some sleep, exhausted from what had transpired. It took me some time but I was able to break the bindings on one of my arms and used it to free myself. I snuck out into the night and stole one of Kuth's ships and fled the asteroid belt. I felt bad but I couldn't allow myself to be destroyed like that. I took off into the stars accessing my files on locations throughout the galaxy and was caught in an air skirmish, the craft I had did not have any weaponry. So I frantically began to try and get away as my ship was hit and I made for the nearest planet. I received many orders through the coms asking for a landing code but I didn't have one and was shot down from the sky crashing down towards the planet. I don't remember anything after that.
I was founded by a Duros named Alzam Dicug on the planet known as Raxus Prime. He was a Junkyard worker and found me in a scrap heap. Various compartments were damaged as well as some of my plating that was bent and warped from the impact. My programming chips in my head were damaged causing a glitch in my system. Most of my files were damaged or lost. I was fixed up and had my old chips replaced with new ones and would help with work on Raxus Prime. I was used for not only helping with the work load but for fending off various wildlife and keeping the working crew safe. A job I had no problem doing but something was wrong with my systems still. I had this urge to leave and couldn't figure out why every time I tried to search for the problem within my subroutines. I would always be met with an error. I was going through Alzam's things and discovered some of my old plating bearing the insignia of the Empire. I questioned him and he explained this was over 800 years ago and who the Empire were. He wasn't sure whether to keep working on repairing me for risk I might turn on him and slay the rest of the workers or worse. However he was glad that he did for he had made a good friend. Something I was quite humbled by. He explained there was a new conflicts going on in the Galaxy. The various factions are going up against The Brotherhood Of The Maw. A threat which has destroying entire planets. All the new information left me feeling empty. I was a relic of old with no purpose anymore. I didn't know who or what I was or why I was created all I had was a name and old factions to go off such as the Empire and the Republic who became known as the Rebellion.
One day when dealing with some raiders I took an electric blast to the back of the head right around my chip compartments. Something tripped in me and many of my old files began to repair and fix themselves as I regained all the old information I had known save for a few. I remembered my original master who created me and started wondering how he was faring. Would he even be alive? Could my fleeing have gotten him killed. An overwhelming sense of guilt came over me. However that was in the past and I had accepted my lot on Raxus Prime and my new master that had taken me in. So I continued to work away. I had figured out how to activate some of my older damaged compartments and had some of them repaired using the various junk ridden throughout the planet with the help of Alzam Dicug. It took many years to get me in full complete working order and many modifications were made to my various combat capabilities. I was even functioned a Jetpack formed into my back and had my cervos adjusted and strengthened to combat the additional weight. Although the Jetpack wasn't too powerful due to my weight it allowed me to become airborne but at a slow flight speed. My bulky armoured plating wasn't the most efficient for it's use but it did come in very handy with performing various tasks on Raxus.
SHIP:
(None.)
KILLS:
(None.)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
(None.)
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