quietly glib
"A destroyed droid cannot heal more sentients."
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To create a potential roaming plot point through Denon
- Image Credit: x
- Role: Mechanical Medical Vigilante
- Permissions: NA
- Links: Very old broken sub
- Age: late 50s
- Model: Medical Droid
- Appearance: A rusty bucket of scrap and bolts is one way to describe it. The droid has been worked on extensively throughout the years and clearly by different sources. Much of its armor has been crudely bolted on to replace or shield blaster bolt damage or other gaps in its exo-skeleton. Yet, there is a meticulous paint layer over all of it, white and red with the universal sign of medic clearly displayed on the side of its head. Each time it wears off, M3-D14 isolates himself to draw it anew.
- Name: M3-D14
- Loyalties: Denon and its people
- Notable Equipment: Medpacs, bacta injector, short range com, bandages, stim compartment.
- Skills: Fully programmed to employ medical procedures on most known galactic species and the ability to learn about new alien physiologies as well.
- Languages: Basic, Huttese and binary droidspeak are primary language components. Has a rudimentary translator to explain themselves in more widespread alien languages as well.
- Personality: M3-D14 is a rampaging droid that has found itself very far from its old programming subroutines. It developed a marginal sense of awareness, similar to sapience, but still quite removed from it. Still it understood enough about its current functionalities to decide it did not agree with it. M3-D1A is an aging deserter from the old armies of the Lords of the Fringe. It still enjoys reminiscing about the 'good o days' when they were clearing out the Unknown Regions for the good of all. It has a rudimentary humor cortex and enjoys utilizing it in the middle of procedures to attempt to put its patients at ease.
- Weapon of Choice: A grafted-on railgun on its shoulder.
- Combat Function: They'd be amazing at running away. No really. Its original programming was focused on the patching-up and evacuation of wounded soldiers in the middle of a battlefield. Its primary objective was getting critically wounded to safety. Since those times it as established sub-routines for self-protection, but only to further the cause of doing more good on the streets of Denon. If pushed has learned to utilize the railgun as a last result. A doctor does not kill, but a mechanical medical vigilante hellbent on preserving itself for the good of the people of Denon? Certainly will.
- Experienced in everything medical and especially familiar with emergency procedures on the streets
- Railgun
- Durable metal plating
- EMP/Ion/Electric-based attacks
- Slicing
- Limited combat functionality. It will sooner flee than fight.
M3-D13 served as a top-of-the-line medical emergency droid for the Lords of the Fringe several decades ago. At the tail-end of its life, when the Fringe transitioned into a confederacy, it realized that it was part of a nation no longer following its own prime directives. Instead of being a bulwark for common sentience, it had begun to express traits that were more akin towards tyranny and dictatorship. The power residing in the hands of a handful detached individuals who had nothing in common with the soldiers that were dying for them. It patched up too many young people, who would immediately be sent back to the battlefield.
It could no longer function in that capacity.
During the campaign on Lujo it formally withdrew itself from service. The commanding officer laughed and ordered it to visit the technician for its annual maintenance round. En-route the medical droid vanished, but in reality smuggled itself out in the nearest freighter bound for the Outer Rim.
In the next several decades it attempted a lot of different careers, before realizing it was only really good for one thing: healing the wounded and sick. It found itself on Denon where it established itself as a free mobile clinic. Whenever people were in need M3-D13 would show up with much needed supplies (nobody asks where it got them from) or opened up a temporary shelter to perform expensive procedure for free.
It has had to rely on the goodwill of the people around itself to perform necessary repairs and maintenance. Especially since it has been the target of violence ranging from CorSec to criminal syndicates.
Most recently it showed up to Mercy's workshop needing repairs. The Sith was amused enough to oblige in return for some stims. M3-D13 did not anticipate what Mercy would do next. Instead of rendering simple patchwork, the humanoid female muttered something about still got dis chit anyway an' maybe ya will stop bothering people for repairs every five seconds now, before installing a miniature railgun on its shoulder.
It looked very intimidating.
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