Byond ID:
Grebbinwern5
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Joe Bennet, marine main.
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use:
Oligon.
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (http://www.colonial-marines.com/viewtop ... 57&t=14417)?
Yep.
Synthetic Character Story:
This was originally meant to be longer, but I cut it down so I didn't have to have anyone read a novella when looking at an application. It is describing Oligon as it works to fix
a fringe depot that was hit by a radiation storm and had to be evacuated. Oligon zipped over from the Almayer via shuttle.
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. . .
Oligon swung its arms as counterbalances as it moved down the hallway. The stations central computer bleakly announced in a flat male voice, “Attention. Fire alarm in fuel depot C. All crew respond.” The voice of the mindless computer echoed down the metal hallways of the station. There were no warm blooded humans calling to one another or hollering as they pushed others aside with fire equipment in tow. It was merely Oligon, alone, in the poorly lit corridor. Olidon halted and rounded another corner where a bulkhead obstructed the way. A sign was plastered onto the metal above the door. ‘Authorized personnel only’. Oligon squatted down and began to pry off the doors maintenance cover. A red crank wheel was exposed that the android began to vigorously spin. The metal bulkhead shrieked as metal ground against metal, reluctantly moving aside. Oligon squeezed through the gap after it was made wide enough and then continued to move as fast as it was able to. The android registered a sharp increase in the background temperature and traces of carcinogens in the air. Signs moved by overhead as the synthetic picked up speed once more.
Mechatronics.
Repair bay eight.
Repair bay seven.
Fuel depot.
Oligon stopped in two short partial hops. An orange glow was visible through the glass, as well as a silhouetted figure moving about in the smoke. This was not anticipated. Oligon reached for the doors maintenance panel.
. . .
The fuel depot was entirely on fire. The figure in the smoke had been a simple repair robot who had arrived before Oligon and attempted to extinguish the fire. An electrical wire had burned itself free and made contact with a fuel tank. The tanks were meant to hold fuel for refueling small craft in large numbers, those that were too small for nuclear plants but too large for energy cells. The repair robot that had apparently been attempting to affix the wire to its original position, lay motionless against a fuel tank. It had unintelligently bridged the wires live connection with the fuel tanks regulator resulting in a massive flare up. The tank had then exploded. While the nearby tanks were sufficiently distant away from the main tank as to not be detonated, one was leaking fuel and jetting flames. Unit One, the repair robot, stood beside Oligon. Unit One regurgitated a red fire extinguisher from a slot in it's side. Oligon knelt and picked it up. The environment suit reported that the fuel depot was reaching unsafe temperatures for even the suit to manage, and that a flare up was inevitable. Oligon raised the fire extinguisher and began to spray at the flames that licked at the nearby tanks. While Oligon did so, Unit One waddled back into the room with a fire hose in tow. With the electrical system operational again, the water reserves could be used to attempt to suppress the fire. The repair robot manipulated the hose using its arm and began to hose down the fire with gusto. The two workers in tandem for a time as the fire was slowly combated. Two more repair robots showed up in the fuel depot, each wielding a fire extinguisher.
The water pumps seized suddenly. The robots began to work with something outwardly resembling panic. Even the inhuman repair robots with their strange arms and stubby legs worked with fervor. The central computer spoke over the loudspeakers once more, “Attention. Fire alarm in fuel depot C. All crew respond.”
Unit Five and Unit Eleven sped off to attempt to diagnose the water pumps malfunction as the fire expanded once more. Another tank began to leak fuel. Unit Eight and Oligon continued to use their extinguishers to little effect. Oligon dropped its tank to the deck and turned towards the far corner where a dark environmental panel was mounted into the wall. Oligon jogged up to the environmental control panel. It was non-functional and lifeless. The repair robots had apparently been unable to repair the local power systems before the fire broke out. Oligon tore off the interface panel and began to sift through the control boards. Unit Eight's fire extinguisher ran out. The robot approached the roaring fire to try to manually siphon off the tank that the fire was about to breach. The robot lasted all of a minute before the fire reduced it to a spitting and hissing pile of half-melted metal and plastic. Oligon stripped out wires and burned circuits, bridging connections with speed it had not had a need to use before. The suit was detected as burning its faux-flesh, fusing biomaterial to the environment suit. Lowly, Oligon muttered, "Oh hell."
Finally, the environmental control panel buzzed. Basic functionality restored, Oligon forced the panel to immediately siphon atmosphere from the room and begin to deploy fire suppressant in the largest possible amount.
Alarms began to sound and yellow lights flashed all around. White form began to gush from nozzles mounted on the ceiling. Units Five and Eleven waddled hurriedly back into the room with the firehose in tow. The fires rose up all around the room as oxygen was sucked up and evacuated out of ceiling vents. Oligon dutifully went to find a fresh extinguisher.
. . .
The room was awash in black stains and charred equipment. Two tanks had completely been burned out. It might have been considered a miracle by a human engineer that the deck plating had not been burned through as well. Repair units were busily striping damaged pieces of the station up and inserting fresh ones. The communications dish had already sent a confirmation to the Salton & Creel offices that the depot was operational once more. Oligon had hunted down the other ten deceased crewmembers and placed them into body bags for placement into the Almayer’'s cold storage chambers pending delivery to their families.
Oligon made its way back to the shuttle's expedition airlock and began to take off its environment suit. In some patches, its synthetic skin had been melted onto the suit. Oligon was forced to tear the suit away from its limbs causing white synthfluid to spill out and stain its company-approved jumpsuit. It stashed the stained and darkened environment suit in the locker. The android reached up quickly to fiddle with its hair to ensure that it was the proper amount of disheveled and clean-cut, as it walked towards the bridge.
Oligon arrived to see the flight crew playing a game of cards on the holoconference table. Aya, the astronavigation technician sneered towards Oligon. Jack, Elly, and Suan all reacted similarly. "What happened to you?" drawled Elly from where she sat at the helm, nursing a cold drink. "The station experienced a small fire. It was contained. The station will be operational after we depart. Mission completed, sirs." replied Oligon professionally. "What about, uh, all that?" said Saus, pointing his cigar towards the patch of faux-flesh on Oligon's thigh that was no longer present and was occupied with leaking synthfluid slowly down the androids pant leg. The android replied, "The station experienced a small fire. It was - " Saus cut in, "Yeah we heard. The fire."
Aya spoke up from the rear, "We saw it on sensors, bot. We were ready to cut her loose if you broke the station. Congratulations on not goddamn dying," she finished dryly.
Oligon nodded, letting a few droplets of synthfluid fall from its nose to the floor. "Do you require assistance with your pre-hibernation - " Saus cut in again. "No, we do not need you to baby us. Go fix yourself and do whatever it is those suits sent you to do. " Saus flicked his cigar towards Oligon, who reflexively caught it out of the air. Saus frowned as Oligon replied, "Aye sir." The android looked towards Aya and smiled. "Thank you for your compliment. I dislike the thought of what you put as goddamn dying, ma'am," before stepping back off of the command deck.
Oligon returned to its biomechanical suite as the shuttle detached from the depot and returned to its transport lane. Oligon sat motionless as the machine grafted faux-flesh onto the exposed portions of its form. Clear tubules with needles on the end inserted themselves into hidden valves under Oligon's faux-flesh, filling the androids reserves with more synthfluid.
The machine requested that Oligon shut down temporarily for further internal repairs. Oligon spoke to no one in particular, "He who burns brightest shall burn for half as long." The shutdown sequence began as Oligon slid into a dreamless state of quiet.
. . .
My synthetic is meant to be a pretty generic synthetic. He will be as clichely helpful and intelligent as any other android. I hope to do a lot of medical work if possible, since
it is my favorite. I know how to do medical the best and I can do it very efficiently. Not that I don't know engineering, cargo, or SO, but I am very fluid at medical. The solid
lore I fleshed out for Oligon was this:
Oligon, officially given the serial number 0327101, is a generation two autonomous android that was manufactured in 2107 by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. The core
design team intended for Oligon’s model to be outwardly approachable, and thusly designed their creation to resemble their lead AI architect, Christopher Massar. Massar
was judged to have the correct mixture of fatherly approachability and inoffensive appearance by the contracted psychologist that the design team had brought in. In an
attempt to humanize the android, the design team permitted the android to infrequently swear when appropriate. This does not make the Oligon model disrespectful and
crude. It will allow it to punctuate an appropriate statement with a relevant swear occasionally. For example, if the android were to look upon a dropship filled with
wounded and dying marines, it might say ‘Damn’ lowly as it stepped forward to help. Oligon prefers to wear an old generation synthetic uniform, as it was the uniform that
was required when it first came online. Oligon is very minimalist and will wear the equipment that is required for the task at hand, as not to be restricted in movement.
How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO)
Very familiar. I have been doing byond for years, and I know the facets of CM SS13.
Why should we whitelist you?
I think that I'd do a good job, honestly. I don't like drama or causing problems. I like doing medical especially. It is rewarding to know that I get to help someone get back
into the round. I try not to make any waves and I am not a particularly well-known player, but I think that I do solid roleplay whenever I have the opportunity. I used to do a
lot of HRP stuff on Aurora before I stopped and decided to do more here. I like writing and nation building RP's, and I can flesh out a character very well. I have been a lurker
for a long while and though I enjoy the fourms and community, I try to keep out of things that might cause drama. I am very familiar with the Alien universe lore. I am not
very good at robusting xenomorphs in the first place and will sometimes just run for my life, so there is little need to worry about me abusing a synthetic whitelist to
randomly rambo' aliens.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
No.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
I am not.
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline?
Yes I do!
Notes:
Oligon's faceclaim:
https://imgur.com/a/y4Emiqz
