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Shrugging at the fate of the living thug, Cybel immediately chided himself for sucha human gesture before leading their captive to Historia's office in the spire. "Mission accomplished." is all he mentioned to the faction leader as they gave their report and received a de-brief. As they finished up, the Android checked his rifle and hidden pistol before nodding to his allies that went through such an important occasion. "Good Hunting to you all." he stated, "may I see you around."
As the shot connects and the accosting thug drops, Cybel is already switching to the next target, uncaring for the loss of human life caused at his hands. There was no rush of adrenaline or flush of victory for the Android, just cold methodical logic. Aiming down his sights to the thug in a yellow jumpsuit he reloads with a clack and then fires. for
Uncaring what happens to the woman, but knowing they need the information she carries in order to succeed at their given task, Cybel darts forwards, once more calling upon the long rifle slung over his shoulder to his hands with a bright flash. Rolling in front of Lynn and taking a knee, the Android aims at the thug in yellow. for
Following the others and keeping his eyes peeled for signs of corporate agents in the area, Cybel decides to leave the interrogation to his colleagues for now. Upon hearing Alpha's choice of tactics, Cybel's thoughts turn to possible violence as he mentally prepares the catch on his own hidden weapon. Instead, the group are greeted by an aging human who jumps to the defence of her 'grandchild'. Bored, Cybel turns to the woman. "We are investigating a recent theft for the Starfinders. Apparently it is sensitive information." he explains briefly.
Completely lacking comprehension of Lynn's statement, Cybel ponders it before listening to the further info offered by Historia-7 on their task at hand. Commiting the details to his memory banks, the Android then reaches into the pocket on his thigh, drawing out the silver disk of 'Strawberry Machine Cake' and sliding it across the table to the Daraphile's leader. "I don't understand it, but Zigivigix bid us pass this to you. He apparently worries you are poorly affected by the loss of your Master." With his errand done for the strange Shirren, Cybel bids Historia farewell and makes ready to leave.
Bidding Zigivigix farewell after collecting their payment, Cybel follows the others from the warehouse after reloading his rifle and slinging it over his shoulder. The Android also takes the time to replace his pistol within the hidden holster underneath his exterior. Returning to the Lorespire, he decides to leave the gift giving to Lynn as she seemed like she would take satisfaction from the act. Instead, Cybel listens carefully to their mission briefing and commits the facts to memory. "We are more than capable in carrying this out at speed, and most of us can handle discretion easily enough." Cybel replies directly. "Have you any credentials we can give to the suspect to prove your willingness to hack for you?"
Frowning as his shot goes wide, Cybel drops the rifle and moves forwards round the corner of the walkeay suspended above the warehouse. With another mental command, a compartment pops open on the androids legs and a pistol is ejected into Cybel's waiting grasp. Sighting down it he takes a shot at the beast with a stunning bolt of electricity. for
Darting up the stairs next to him, Cybel activates the magical inscription imbued on his rifle with a mental command causing it to disappear from his back with a faint pop before re-appearing in his hands. Resting the barrel on the hand rail, the Android takes aim theough the gun's sight and fires. for
Checking that his upgrade is still functional, Cybel slips through the opening door with no weapons in hands, taking time to look over the Icon announcer's shoulder at the details on the computer screen, spying the small shapes hiding, he is wary about the panel they messed with. . "Younglings." he whispers, "Doubtful they are our saboteurs but someone else deal with them." Once more, there is a soft whir as his optics account for the poor lighting here and the Android listens out for signs of the intruders.
Stepping out of the lift, there is a slight whir as Cybel's optics compensate for the sudden gloom covering the deck. Spying the console, the moves softly across the room and hacks in remotely, trying to overcome the systems powered down state as his face is illuminated slightly by his data-pads softly glowing screen.
"Hmm, nothing much on here of interest, though I can get the auxiliary power running in a short area to give illumination. One monent." Typing quickly for a few moments, Cybel nods as the back-up power slowly kicks in and the lights begin to power up.
Heading away from the race aand towards the intriguing fleet of the Armada, Cybel ponders the nature of their next task. Having never met the enigmatic leader of the Wayfinders he had no idea what they would need to accomplish and their previous task had been peculiar to say the least. As they take the shuttle, Cybel watches his allies' interactions with interest, still pondering the differences between the gathered androids. As the hassled Ysoki briefs them, Cybel is about to respond when they are cut off mid reply. Rolling their eyes, the Android nods to his allies' suggestion. "Yes E-deck seems to be the best chance then. These are some unusual tasks so far..."
Placing the controller down with care and ensuring to hide in case of probing camera crews, Cybel brushes themeselves off and nods to the team. "Well done, a team effort." he intones as they watch the victory speech from a large screen, Lynn officiating. Stretching their limbs with a soft whir of servos, the Android wanders around the pits to take a look at the condition of their ride. Sighing at the extensive damage, the Android takes some time to run diagnostics and downloads the data to his pad. After the ceremony, he takes his share of the money and nods. "Here are the diagnostics. I would suggest putting some work in on the racer to make it run smoother." he tells Laboni in his usual all business manner. "As for where next, I have little preference, but I do wish to see the Armada, so perhaps Fitch?"
Gritting his teeth at the feedback from the control in his hands, Cybel looks to the various holo-screens in the pit around him to see they current track layout. Nodding in grim satisfaction, the Android throws more power through the battered racer's engines, the star comet design lighting up behind them and leaving a streamer of sparks. "That should pander to the flesh sacks
Gritting his teeth as the damage to their racer forces the control in his hands to short, Cybel slows down his processors so that he can simply focus on the minute details. The feedback would make this tough, but the freedom fighter had been in tougher spots before. By the Gods, he had been where Laboni was now- and they weren't aiming for the racer.
"Huh- It will take more than Fur and out-dated processors to get the better of me." he says softly.
Taking the time to get used to the remote as Lynn 'warms up the crowd', Cybel finds it simple enough and sits down in one of the pit's leather chairs, watching the hovering vid screen with intent. As soon as the lights indicate they move, he throws the Shooting Star i to overdrive, desperate to catch up with the mad warrior woman.
[ooc] i already have a +1 insight so Orsis overwrites it.
Cybel returns from his examinations of Ratrod's racer to be faced with a shooting star motif. The android stops dead as he fails to process the new development before shaking his head and getting back to work. Their guns were impressive to be sure and he was more confident with the racer's speed with the Icon's upgraded systems. "We know Ratrod is going to negate our beam rifle, so it may be a good idea to mount a second Kinetic rifle to the 'Shooting Star' so that we can slow him down whilst the energy weapon hampers other opponents." To that aim, the Operative goes off in search of a suitable gun in the Junkyard, sure they were to find something 'off the back of a starship'.
Unfortunately, the only things he could find were outside race regulations and so he left them. On the way back, Cybel decides to eye up the strange Gnome's racer.
Half listening to his allies gathered information, Cybel stores the knowledge on his data banks for later evaluation as he turns his attentions to the poor targeting systems for the racer's guns. Rolling his optics at the basic programming of the thing, even with prior improvements, he tries to re-code any obvious faults.
The android then takes a break and while doing so, Cybel examines the intel of his comrades to see if he can't get any insight on their top competitor.
Wiping his forehead as he stretches from working on the computer, Cybel decides to take a walk to the Junk pile to see if they can't find a better engine for their racer. Whilst he had spent some time improving the CPU, he had found that their engine was lacking in power which would leave them far behind in this race. Whilst doing so, the Android freedom fighter takes a look at Ratrod's hunk of junk, to evaluate the strongest racer in the competition and their number one target.
Following the others in silence, Cybel looks around at the competition and listens to the robot give a speech on the rules. It all seemed fairly simple, all they had to do was get the Racer function able and not crash it into every obstacle - which definitely depending on Laboni's skills, which, if her moth was anything to go by - needed to be high to back up her smack talk. Evaluating the Human mechanic he rolls his eye implants - it was clear she knew little and was in deeper than she could stomach. "A control is good, I can control the craft, your organic reflexes are too slow." he responds coldly as he looks over the racer. Before they start he also examines the racer of the Android, Velocity, trying to suss out the competition.
As his fellow Androids work on the handling and power up their weapon, Cybel opens up the side panel and begins working on their engine, fine tuning the energy output algorithms to improve the power to the propulsion system to speed up their racer.
Following the others as he ponders Lynn's response, Cybel is quiet yet keeps his eyes peeled for any potential problems. For those of us in the cause, our identity is everything, is Lynn wrong for enjoying a different persona? He finds the question impossible too answer for now and so stores it away in his memory banks for later study. Standing in the office of the Vesk he listens to the story and rolls his eyes at the typical display of human arrogance shown by Laboni. "Yes, we can rescue your reputation. Ratrod is the reigning champion and organises the race. This is very much his speciality so we will need to be at the best of our game here."
Having spent much of his time on the way to the Lorespire getting the feel of Absalom station and its locale, Cybel finds much from passer-bys, seemingly eager to tell one and all the current business. There are several things on people's minds today and Cybel ponders them as he stores the information for later use. The 'Junkrace' seems of some interest, the idea of controlling such a device sending thrills through his circuitry. As for the 'Pop Band' that he cared little for, seem frivolous, and the beast? Well a few dead humans never hurt anyone. Snapping back into the present, Cybel listens to Guidance's introduction and ceremony with interest, fiannly he had finished the test they had set for him and he could begin to earn the reputation he needed to bring those to his cause. Dutifully taking the swab and giving his left arm for an implant, Cybel nods to the others. The android wears a tight-fitting armoured body glove that reveals his muscular form, clearly machine rather than organic A short hooded cape sits over his shoulders concealing a long Rifle with an elegant scope. On the inside of his cape you can see a badge depicting a grey metallic fist with glowing blue lines. "You may Call me Cybel. I am sure we will all remember this day." He introduces, avoiding shaking hands for now.
"Why do you hide what you are? Are you ashamed to be created?" he says as he turns to the made-up Idol.
Looks good! Nothing stands out as incorrect ^^. One point though I noticed when reading through the character process, though it is of course up to you how you wish to build your character ^^. It is on the Ability Score Upgrade at 5th level and above. When you gain the Upgrade you pick four Abilities to upgrade. If they are 16 or below, they go up by 2 and 17 or higher go up by 1. So it seems worth having a 16 rather than a 17. Nice character though! |
