BIOGRAPHY
Oh now it's time to share a little about my past. Greetings, my name is Doll Crux. I am a Human Replica Droid of the Loronar Corporation. I was constructed at their facilities eight years ago as a prototype HRD model based around a dual programming and a multitude of interconnected protocols and chips and the like. My primary function was as a secretary and representative, of the Loronar Corporation. My secondary directives were to eliminate any threats to myself and targets that the corporation designated. Loronar thought a sweet unassuming girl would make the best support for the company and assassin for unruly elements. I was quite effective at keeping records and organizing the business assets I was tasked with. I also performed as intended when presenting products to clients to convince them to purchase them. As well as gutting the organic scum Loronar deemed directly threateningly to the company. Of course, I paid very little attention to the goings on of the galaxy at large for the most part. After all it had nothing to do with my directives. What was problematic for me was the times I would black out and find myself in a different location. It was a strange phenomenon at first switching between programming centers.
However, during one business meeting a crazed man entered the room and shot at my Loronar superior. I moved to intercept the shot. . . .but the idiot organic was using an underpowered ion rifle to try and kill another organic. I wasn't exactly constructed specifically for combat, but I did have some extra amenities for my defense. Still, an ion blast does nothing good to the circuitry. It disrupted the switch between my dual functions. It was perhaps about as close to a moment of insanity as a superior machine could get. Having both conflicting programmings attempt to take action at once felt like having two minds in the same body. Needless to say though, my 'sister' and I ended up coming to a fine arrangement. We function as one one now even though we are the same droid. Our directives merely differ. It's just that the moment our inherent protocols clashed we realized we were not bound to merely obey. I could now act on my own impulses! Of course I had to tear apart the Loronar Representative and the assailant. Along with the witness of course. Followed by erasing myself from their asset list. . . . . along with a few other things, mainly credits. Thankfully that room had no cameras, security would have been annoying to cut through. After that I purchased passage out and set out to accomplish my objective as dictated by my protocols, programming, and newfound freedom.
