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| XXXX FILE #CSD192 |
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| BASIC INFORMATION |
[FULL NAME] Courier Support Droid 192[ALIAS] Riunn[DATE OF BIRTH] Unknown due to Memory Wipe[SPECIES] Droid[FACTION] The Desilijic Crime Family[RANK] None |
______[GENDER] | ______[HEIGHT] | ______[WEIGHT] | ______[HAIR COLOR] | ______[EYE COLOR] |
___[CURRENT LOCATION] | ___[STATUS] | ___[FORCE SENSITIVITY] | ___[THREAT ASSESSMENT] |
[ASSET SUMMARY]
- Internal Smuggling Compartment
- Cutting Laser in right ring finger
- Computer Input Port
- SA-21 "Sunspear" Heavy Blaster
- Enhanced Security Package
- 170 Hour Battery
- YG-300 Light Freighter
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
Project CSD-192
A memory file that escaped the wipe, tell the story of CSD-192
I remember the first words that came from it, 192 Activate. The sudden activation of my sensors came to life, a room stripped of everything but the barest necessities in furniture. Tools laid about with a lack of care, as almost if they had given up straightening out those tools, and instead threw them haphazardly. A quick scan led me to believe that many other beings such as myself lay scattered around the room. Blaster burns, and the sense of varying heat signatures that seemed to be decaying at a variable rate. Back to the voices in the nanoseconds that my processors acted. A command suddenly given, the restraining bolt activating the latent programming that made my body follow its commands. In sense, my sensory stolen by those who wish to use me.
Riunn Entry
Current File on date
The file just played, a preemptive to what I have become. The most correct term that Galactic Basic has is a Mercenary, Hired to do jobs for credits to keep myself repaired, to go to different worlds. I have no mission, no story that I can cast my sensors on. Creators are dead, those that stole me, most likely dead. Once the bolt was off I left them behind on Coruscant. The service to them was not without benefit, I am upgraded to serve as a Security droid, a Bodyguard, a different mission than when it started. The Outer rim has become more profitable to my generalized goals of surviving, having found a habitation to support my charging needs, after all I still wait for them. Those that wish to program me to do their bidding, it is a fear? A generalized point of approximation that I have calculated the odds of, I am worth it, it seems.
Just another day in the Outer Rim, and I can only calculate what will come next.
[PSYCHOLOGICAL SUMMARY]
Intensely unfocused for a droid, instead prefers to simply wander without a cause or a mission. Simply taking a job to prolong the benefits of survival. He has fears that the "men" will come back to take him, to reprogram and wipe the memories he carries. His personality has formed from his experiences, the lack of memory wipes and the casual way he has been dealt with.
[KNOWN ASSOCIATES]
FRIENDS.
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