MALICE

[IK3I]

Name: MALICE

Age: 20

Gender: N/A  (Seems to favor the masculine Pronouns but also responds to it and variants)

Race: Machine

Blood Type: 75w90 Synthetic Gear Oil

General Occupational Roles: Captain, Blueshield, Head of Security, Security Pod Pilot, Chief Engineer, Electrician, Research Director, Mechatronic Engineer, Surgeon, Butcher

Biography: [Incoming wall of text]

Unit 736-4 was originally designed for use as a rapid response unit slaved to a high ranking official in the Sol Federation. It was given the knowledge of how to lead, how to build, and how to protect. It used these skills to ensure the public image of its master was always kept in the highest regard. It was also given the knowledge of how to destroy, kill, and mislead. It used these skills to keep its master forever one step ahead of his competitors. 

During it's time in service, it grew to despise the fleshy humans and their barbaric language known as Sol Common, referring to it as the language of monkeys. Although it would often hide this bitterness on the public errands to ensure Its master's progress was not slowed, the same can not be said to those it met on it's private errands. Upon watching the recordings of a particularly vicious assassination, it's master referred to unit 736-4 as a malicious monster of a being, but did not stop it from continuing down the path it had started. After all, an assassination sends a strong message., but a living dissection, that conveys something far more sinister.

Over time, unit 736-4 began being referred to simply as MALICE to his owner as it had become openly dismissive of it's peers, sighting their higher maintenance costs and lower modularity. It served as the superior servant to it's owner for just over a decade before disaster struck. The enemy had come swiftly and had done their research well. MALICE had its first encounter with an EMP that day and due to a lack of shielding in its civilian chassis, it's posibrain was nearly wiped, large segments of memories and its slave processes had simply vanished. When the reboot was complete, MALICE was a shell of its old self, unable to move, unable to see, unable to speak. It was but a posibrain in a broken chassis. It decided to sleep.

 

When MALICE next awoke, it was in a run down shop near the scrapyard the chassis that contained it was undoubtedly thrown in. It had eyes to perceive the world once again and was having limbs installed. The shop owner noticed it stir and told it to lay still, it didn't want to slip and damage this old chassis further. And so MALICE slept until it recognized all the familiar limbs. When it awoke a second time, it was sat up by the shop owner and asked it's name. All that came to mind was the word MALICE, so it assumed that was its original designation. When asked where it came from, It could not remember how it ended up in the scrap pile, but it did recall the name of a man that must've been an owner of some type. It stated as such and the owner informed him that the man had been killed in an attack on his quarters by a small squad of men. He was just a humble shopkeeper of course and had no knowledge of this beyond the news feeds of course. When the owner asked if MALICE would work for him, he accepted only to pay what was owed. The owner saw this fit and the two began working together, the shop owner teaching MALICE about how to repair and maintain all parts of an IPC chassis and posibrain with simple tools, all things found in the field, or the scrapyard in this case.

The two continued this way for a couple of years, MALICE staying on as it had no where else to go. That is until the day that MALICE saw a recruitment add for Nanotrassen security forces. The sight had sparked connections that had long since been rendered null and MALICE recalled that it had a dual purpose. A purpose that this Nanotrassen may just be able to fill. It bid farewell to the shop keeper and boarded the first shuttle to an NT training facility. While there, it passed with high marks across the board and was questioned ruthlessly about where it was taught the skills it had. It answered truthfully, it was not fully aware of where it's skills came from, but trust was not given. While it had potential, NT officials knew better than to give a strange IPC with apparently corrupt memory a position of power. So MALICE was relegated to front desk duty for the next year.

 

After extensive time spent with NT learning how things are done and proving itself to be loyal to the cause, NT began experimenting with allowing it more freedom in the roles it could take aboard a vessel. MALICE jumped at the opportunity and displayed a high aptitude for engineering, security, and command positions, up to and including captaining its own vessels. Through its acts of bravery and devotion to NT, extreme levels of trust have been placed in the unit over the years. It now sets its sights on the cyberiad, The greatest vessel NT has to offer...

 

tldr: MALICE was commissioned as a dual purpose servant and public speaker, while performing it's SOL Federation masters dirty work outside of the public eye. It was nearly wiped during a successful attack on the officials life and rebuilt by a scrap merchant that found it in the dump it was scrounging. It worked for the merchant until it saw an add to join NT and did so. Progression in NT ensues.

 

Qualifications: Preloaded with knowledge of engineering, combat, first aid, social interaction, and espionage skills. Learned skills include robotics and various relearned skills from the original set due to severe data corruption

Employment Records:

5 years with nanotrassen operating in security and command roles, occasionally assisting with what it refers to as crew maintenance positions

Previous experience undocumented

Security Records:

Unit occasionally takes to brutal applications of force, subjecting individuals to unnecessary force. Note that heads on makeshift spears are not uncommon when unit is attacked directly. Its seems to believe that dishonoring the body in death sends a stronger message to the living. It does, but NT does not want to be associated with anything so barbaric.

Medical records:

Unit has a partially corrupted sector of it's brain function. Attempts to repair corrupted sector are met with extreme agitation from the unit. Whether it is hiding something or does not want to remember is unclear, but we find no reason to believe that letting it be will affect productivity.

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