UBD-028
"I PERFORMED VIOLENCE."
NAME:
UBD-028 'Kaz'
NICKNAMES:
B3-A UBD 029
UBD-028
'Kaz'
FACTION:
Independent.
RANK:
B3 Ultra Battle Droid.
SPECIES:
Droid.
AGE:
Eight hundred and thirty galactic years
SEX:
Male Programming.
HEIGHT:
4 Meters (13 feet)
WEIGHT:
One ton.
EYES:
Red Sensors.
HAIR:
None.
SKIN:
Light green.
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Nope, hes just bolts and metal!
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum)
* The B3-A was outfitted with heuristic processors, allowing them an increased degree of intelligence and independence. B3-A units were physically identical to B3 units, but possessed far more sophisticated programming and knowledge of tactics. The droid's main difference from the unmodified B-2 was the addition of two smaller arms located on the hips. Due to the inclusion of a secondary battery, B3-A units had a long range, and were often sent on commando raids to remote planets. The heuristic processors provide a rather large upgrade to the B3-A providing it with CQC knowledge and a wide variety of combat techniques to use. Making them the deadliest droids in the CIS.
* An arsenal of many weapons gave this droid its bite. Two smaller arms wielded retractable rapid-fire blaster cannons in the forearm. The right arm was equipped with a tight spray flamethrower, while the left sported a wide-spray plasma cannon. Built into the left shoulder was a rocket launcher that was capable of delivering heavy damage. Another addition to the rockets was that they could track multiple targets at once. Its most outstanding device was its density projector, capable of increasing the droid's weight twenty-fold. This enabled it to lock itself in place and made it nearly impossible to topple over.
* The B3-A is strong enough to flip tanks with ease, in idea to make this a literal hulk of a being they made sure to give the being strength, even being able to punch through tank armor like its paper., the droids strength can be that considered of four or five wookies, though it isn't exactly known what this being strength cap is, we can assume it'd be terrifying to find out.
* The armor plates on the B3-A use a cortosis plating, under the cortosis plating is simple stationed UBD armor, to allow for a faster reaction time and agility for the droid, allowing for him to be more agile in combat and stealth recon missions when he is needed, he may be a hulking beast but he can move fast. With this combo of speed and armor he is like a super tank on legs, able to take missiles that would down a tank with relative ease, he truly is the best droid soldier the CIS had produced.
- Kaz's density projector is a bit malfuction-iy, like every B3 that was made, it sometimes might not work or fizz out on him, leaving him open to attacks or even to a bashing, though his natural armor plates will protect him, he'll still be left open and or his projector wont work.
- UBD-028 is big in general and can't fit that well in small spaces, he either has to break a hole in the wall to get through or bend himself down, so if your a human running into a small place, you'll have a few seconds to escape or a good minute.
- UBD-028 has aged and his body supports that, whether it be his system shorting out for a few seconds, he hasn't had alot of system repairs, even though he was preserved updates should be given everyone five to ten months, his data clock is still set to the clone wars and believes he was simply reactivated for free roaming protocol, his heuristic processors have glitched and something has changed within him, his strict personality has now taken a dark turn and left him a bit more sadistic after his master had died, though this varies from time to time, his processors glitching have practically given him a full range of personalities to run through
APPEARANCE:
The B3 ultra battle droid was based super battle droid B2 model, despite being much larger in size and strength and bulkier than the B2. The B3 had two big arms equipped with a flame thrower and a cannon of large plasma spraying. Two smaller arms, located under the main members, especially deadly rapid-fire blasters. Furthermore, the ultra-droid had a bright missile magazine located to the left of his neck without large head. The B3 also had a projector density to increase its weight, keeping it from falling in combat. The hulking behemoth stands at 13'0 hulking height and had some dirt covering its metal figure, and some dust caking it, it seems this battle droid had been reactivated after the fall of the CIS after the clone wars. Some inscriptions are written on the wrist-gauntlet of the battle droid such as "Luck falls to the beholder" and more if you were to get closer, there are some scratches and gashes in the breastplate of the beast showing how war torn it is, but nonetheless it still works in pristine condition. Each weapon is cleaned to perfection some specks of dirt lining it, The red sensor optical are as clean to ensure perfect viewing condition.
BIOGRAPHY:
When the Avatar-7 was to soon be made into a series of droids, UBD-028 or Kaz was the twenty eighth in line to be made, fresh off the assembly line being donned in a light green paint, his B3-A modifications were implanted, his heuristic processors being implanted deep within his memory core, they then began to run tests on the droid, deciding to not implant the density projector whilst training not wanting him to malfunction, passing the test with flying colors, they decided to equip the droid with the projector, knowing it might not have the effect wanted, they let the droid proceed onto its normal battalion, the hulking beast walking away the cortosis plating swinging against its metallic figure as it walked in a straight line behind fellow units.
It was UBD-028's first mission out from the assembly line, a simple attack and capture a base type mission, apparently some clones had held up the base for too long, and other units were failing to advance. A AAT Battle tank began to advance along the sandy terrain, the racks shooting out and showing the lined up B2's and B3's, though it seemed the B3's had some trouble being pinned up on the rails, the red sensors lighting up and dropping against the rough desert terrain and watching the base, UBD-028 trudged up the sandy floor, only to have blaster fire thrown at him, impacting his chest plate and leaving a light burn mark, he continued to walk rearing his hips near the upper parts of the base, the plasma blaster bolts being hurled at the shooters and shredding them like Swiss cheese, the yelling of clones could be heard as UBD-028 approached, hulking up the ramp with his comrades.
The red sensors along UBD-028's torso looked around scanning for the clones the unnaturally deep voice resonating deep within the bot, "No sign of the clones.." The voice resonated through the comms link a tactical droid responding, "Check the base for the clones, hold until we can get there." The uneasiness of the tactical droids voice could be heard, mechanical and clinical voice ringing through his comms as he walked, looking at the locked durasteel doors UBD-028 walked up ramming his fist into the doors, the doors breaking away from the base holding and flying down the hallway that was once locked, "FIRE!" A harsh voice cut through in the hallway, the UBD unit being blasted with heavy fire a grunt coming from it as he picked up the door using it as a shield, "HES ADVANCIN!" The clone yelled as UBD-028 reared back and threw the large door scraping up the walls and crushing the clones.
The UBD unit looked at the gashes in the wall, they were a few inches deep and easily showed how strong the hulking beast was, the sound of a lightsaber igniting alerted the unit, his red sensors and body twisting to the side as a flash of blue impacted his body making him stumble, his cortosis plating having blocked the saber hit raising his right arm to show the Retractable rapid fire blaster cannon mounted on him, the cannon starting up and beginning to blast in the jedi's direction, the jedi struggling to keep up as the UBD unit ran up and swiped his enormous arm against his upper legs throwing up up against the wall like a ragdoll. The lightsaber falling out of his grasp as the droid picked him up with two of his fingers pinning him up against the wall with ease, the jedi struggle under his hand to get out of his grasp but to no avail he couldn't.
The small jedi struggled under the beasts hold, "You-..dirty droid.." The jedi called as he continued to be choked before getting dropped to the floor by the bot, something behind him began to beep out, the UBD unit turning around, a stack of thermal detonators and charges sat running up against the ceiling, the UBD unit turned looking down both hallways before grabbing at the escaping Jedi and keeping him pinned, the jedi thrashing around against the floor as the charges went off the ceiling collapsing on the the UBD and the Jedi, both of them being sealed in there own catacomb.
After the UBD's battery died, years passed, the clone wars soon ending, order 66 occurring, no attempts to scavenge the base were made, it was a lost cause after the collapse on itself happened. After a few centuries had passed was the day light began to peak through the cracks under which the UBD was buried. A few scavengers hauling the rocks from his own tomb, "Whatca think's under 'ere?" The taller one asked with a grin throwing some of the rubble off, "Prob' jus' some ship parts ya know those white collah's always crash 'ere.." The man with a short tool bar mustache said. Throwing some dirt and grime off the unit, "Ey! Bro c'mere! Ya see this?" The short man asked, the taller man walking over, "Wot' is that?" The male asked with a grin as he kicked some of the dirt off.
Under the dirt and grime was the UBD unit, almost covered in pounds of rubble, "Look at this boy! We got our-selves a droid!" The short man called to his partner, they had begun to dig out the bot during the middle of the day, taking the shuffles and picks they had and digging it out. Digging this bot out till dusk and dawn until they finally got the hulking 13 foot bot and dragged it out to heavy load speeder loading the bot on it.
Arriving at home with it the short man brought him to his work bench with a light hum, struggling to move the nine hundred kilogram bot onto his workbench without help, finally lugging him on him he began to charge him with a light hum going through his GUI onboard settings. Looking through the last activate date and squinting at it, "What the-..thats weird..activated eight centuries ago-..wot' is tis' all about?" He asked himself plugging the beast in and charging it, the red sensors blinking on and thats when the droid began to look around still on the low battery.
"Where-..is this unit?" The low voice asked looking around turning its torso on the table to watch the man, The short man blinked at him before chuckling, "Yer' at my work bench lad." The man responded as he worked on his leg which had some fray wires loose. "From here on out you'll be recognizied as my server droid.." He mumbled, meaning he had to follow this mans orders from now on, the hours passing soon the unit was fixed before cocking his head at his new commander practically, "Whats your name?" He asked squinting at the droid, "I am classification unit UBD-028 or B3-A." The droid said the man sighing, "Uh-..lets just say your-..Kaz..?" The droid nodded at the name not liking it but nonetheless took it.
Kaz served his new master like this for a few years, having learned he was sick, he'd bring food to him and make sure to clean up his work area when needed, the days passing it was a good life for both of them, he'd bring him his everyday medicine and get him to eat, it was the last day of the month what bothered him, going up to him for his daily medicine and trying to wake him up, prodding him with his giant metal fist but to no avail, he didn't wake. His sensors scanning over him, the man was cold, a sad trill came over the bot, the only one that had helped him when he needed him was now-..dead, taking the body with a single arm he walked out of the house to the backyard bending down he began to scoop out the dirt, he always wondered why humans were so frail, they broke easily, they needed constant repairs, whether it be syringes in there skin or cutting them open, they constantly needed parts, they broke down easily, though he was sad about this lone human as he put him in the makeshift grave and slid the dirt back inside the grave stomping over it to make sure no one would disturb his enteral sleep.
He made a makeshift sign with some rather sloppy writing, it said "Rest in PEeeace CaSsian." it said some letters were a bit bigger then others and his name was misspelled but it was the best he could do, sticking the sign into the ground he looked around the house with a sad mechanical sigh it seemed, grabbing the mans necklace he wore at his bedside and wrapping it around his metal wrist tightly and beginning to walk off, something clicked inside of the bot, he felt different, nonetheless, he'd use the old mans ship in remembrance of him to make sure his memory lived on, wondering what opportunities would be open to this droid.
SHIP:
VCX-100 light freighter
KILLS:
None.
