Finley frowns. So...they weren't employees on the boat. Worse still, the short woman mentioned the whole 'waking up randomly on a ship' thing. Finley hadn't put much thought into why that had happened, but now their theory was leaning more towards some weird kidnapping attempt. Well...at least the two knew the captain, and apparently had a plan to escape.
And they got their names. Finley nodded, tugging nervously at the hem of their sweater. Something about this duo was...kinda intimidating. Maybe it was Caelea's bright white hair...or the sheer size of Hagan. Regardless the two were an intense pair. Finley looked down at the deck, finding their shoes easier to look at. Eventually they spoke up, their voice still wavering, not wanting to seem rude.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Finley."
They blinked a moment, feeling a blip in their aura radar. Finley turned around, slowly and cautiously, but immediately eased up when they noticed who it was. They raised one hand in greeting, their other arm still wrapped around their stomach, a weak attempt to keep from shivering. Finley almost smiled as they called back to their friend.
"H...Hi Trent! It's good to see-"
Finley didn't get to finish their sentence as something crashed against the ship, sending a shockwave of force through the boat. Finley immediately lost their balance, falling to the deck and skidding to the railing as the ship violently swayed.
As they slammed against the railing Finley flickered a moment, vanishing and reappearing for a few seconds as their abstraction activated instinctually. After a moment of panic Finley stabilized, visible, gasping for a moment as they tried to regain their lost breath. Their eyes flickered between the people gathered around the lifeboats, and the sky.
Was...something attacking the boat? They didn't exactly feel qualified to seek out what it was, especially if it was big enough to shake a giant boat.
"... The fuck was that?"
He took the words right out of their mouth. They continued to gasp a moment, the shock of slamming into the railing making them dizzy.
They liked rain very much. They liked the sound it made plinking off a tin roof. Like a lullaby. But rain was also frightening. Rain made the roads jet black and slick.
But in a way...it's the same rain.
There was something else in the rain...a voice? Broken up and faded.
Finley opens their eyes, slowly. Blinking to adjust to the bright light overhead. They were in...a bathroom? There was a loud clicking noise, causing Finley to wince and flinch, the sound of someone hanging up a receiver of a loudspeaker. Their eyes slowly traced up the walls, and sure enough there was a small speaker box.
Huh...most bathrooms don't have those.
The rest of the room looked like a standard, if not simple, bathroom. There is toilet pressed up against the corner of the room, art of a sandy beach with some sort of inspirational quote hanging over it. The tiles on the floor were bright white and clean, with little bits of glitter in them. A large, wooden, door dominated the eastern wall, and on the wall adjacent to the door was a small window.
They sat up slowly, now aware of the dull pain in their lower back from sitting on the cold tile, only to bonk their head on something hard. Recoiling in pain Finley looks up. Oh. A sink. They were sitting tucked under a sink. Listening a moment Finley could hear a steady dripping of water. That explained the rain. They were sitting under a sink with a leaky tap.
As they stood the panic of this strange situation began to sink in...no pun intended.
There was no way they were still in the trailer, this bathroom was nearly half the size of it. So where were they? And where was Trent? Hopefully somewhere safe. Taking a glance out the window did little to ease Finley's anxieties. It was just...ocean. Were they on a boat? How did they get there?
Before they could continue to worry, there was a high pitched squeak over the intercom, prompting Finley to cover their ears. Eventually a voice came through.
“Thiiiiis is your captain speaking. Double time it to the bridge. We’re gearing up to go.”
That confirmed several things. They we on a boat and they weren't alone on the boat. Well...at least the vessel had a captain.
They turned towards the door. Time to get moving.
Finley pushed the wooden door open, swinging into a hallway that seemed to sprawl on forever to the left and right. Now...Finley didn't know much about boat terminology or boat layouts. But the bridge...that had to be like...the top of the boat right? Or was that the deck? Finley frowned. Well...someplace open felt like a good bet...somewhere they might be able to spot a member of the ships crew.
Eventually, and after quite a bit of wandering, Finley found themself on a deck of the ship. The cold wind greeted them, causing Finley to wince and wrap their arms around themself as they closed the door. This...wasn't the bridge... but someone had to be working up here, a janitor, anyone.
Finley looked around the deck, squinting against the wind and darkness.
It didn't take long for Finley to spot movement, over at the edge of the ship, a tall figure and a far shorter one. They seemed to be milling about near the lifeboats. Finley felt a momentary sense of relief as they approached, but still kept a cautionary distance. They spoke up, teeth chattering slightly.
At a glance Finley seems like a rather plain, albeit androgynous, young person. Their build could be described as all around small and thin. Finley's frame is slight, with very little apparent muscle definition. They have light skin, with freckles spotting their cheekbones and nose, and stand just barely above five feet. But their hunched shoulders and shy postures make them appear smaller. Finley has a bit of a baby face, with round cheeks and a soft jawline, as well as wide blue eyes. Their lips are thin, and their nose is slightly crooked with a bend halfway up the bridge. Their hair is dark brown, with streaks of a lighter, mousy brown, and rather short. Finley's hair is cut in a messy and patchy way that eludes to it being a self done haircut. The texture of their hair is thin and dry, likely caused by constant dying and bleaching.
Clothes, for Finley, need to be loose fitted and soft. They are most often spotted wearing simple sweatpants and hoodies, things that hide their body shape. They are not found of wearing tight fitted or roughly textured clothing, hyper fixating on the fact they can feel the clothes on them. If forced to wear something they dislike Finley will pull at hems and sleeves, trying to keep the clothes off their skin. Shoes are the absolute worst, and Finley will wear them only as long as they are required.
But those taking a longer look at Finley might notice some strange things. Their thin, boney, fingers, constantly shaking and twitching. Their eyes are slightly sunken in, with dark bags under their eyes making them look perpetually tired.
Character's name: B-0, often referred to as Bee-Oh.
Race: Droid, a heavily recycled B1 Battle Droid
Faction: Independent
Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral
Character Background:
B-0, like all battle droids, was manufactured for use in war. Initially created for use in the Trade Federation Droid Army, B-0 was eventually 'drafted' into the Separatist Droid Army during the Clone Wars as well. B-0 recalls very little about their time in the army, both due to eventual loss of memory as well as retaining only bare information during this time. Searching their memory banks reveals repeating data: ONLINE, ACCEPT ORDERS, DAMAGE, OFFLINE. REBOOT. Over and over for years. Droids that are damaged, but not destroyed, were simply recycled and returned to the front lines. Over and over.
And then the wars ended. And eventually droid armies became obsolete, mocked for their ineffectiveness. And so battle droids were rounded up, packed up, and deactivated. As for B-0s future, it seemed uncertain. For a very long time they sat, deactivated, in a vault full of scrapped battle droids. Traders and visitors very rarely passed by, but eventually a trader did come, he was looking to buy old droids, he did not state his reasoning. And so without so much as a goodbye or even a wave B-0 was loaded onto a cargo ship, their destination unknown.
B-0 spent this time in solitude. They were kept with other droids, all of which remained in disrepair or deactivation. During this time B-0s mind continued to expand and remember. They recalled where they had been, who they had seen. They tried to recall and store as many details as possible, anything to keep her mind from succumbing to the nothingness of the storage. B-0 had no idea how much time had passed, they landed and took off more times then they cared to count. Each time they felt the rumbling of the cargo ship cease they found themself feeling strange. Every time they landed in a new place B-0 yearned to see and walk.
Hope. They were full of hope.
Many years passed. When all of a sudden the Droid storage unit was opened, and B-0 and the other Droids were paraded out of the ship and into a market place. B-0 found themself on a planet of sand and strange people of all sorts. They soon would learn to call this planet Tatooine.
The droid rather liked their time on Tatooine. They, although forced to stay in or around the Junk shop, was able to learn about all kinds of people and places, all just from passing conversations. People would approach them, they were quite the curiosity, and B-0 would ask them as many questions as they could before they were scolded for talking. Many people were afraid of a Droid who would ask questions, fearing the robotic creation had free will. Others found their endless questions endearing, happily answering when they asked who they were and where they came from.
One such person was a young man, head to toe in mismatched cloth and leather armor. He chided the Droid, calling them unnaturally curious. B-0 retaliated, calling him unnaturally judgmental. The man laughed, apologizing for judging a book by its metallic cover. He listened patiently as the droid unloaded question after question. He said his name was Ain Van Dazca, and he was looking for a pilot.
Which was interested, as B-0 was looking for a friend.
Ain purchased B-0, and the two began their unusual friendship. Ain was a trash picker, yes, but he was in search of his destiny, hoping to become a mercenary. He had nothing but a junk ship and a desire to see the Galaxy. Unfortunartely the two didn't get far before credits and food became a problem, and the two began planet hopping, picking up manual labor jobs as they went. But B-0 didn't mind this arrangement, as they got to learn and see many new things. One night, Ain revealed to B-0 that he was force sensitive, hoping to discover any remaining Jedi.
This interested B-0, they had never heard these words before. She inquired more about Jedi. And then about their Order.
And the Force. He said it was the connection of all living things.
The feeling of hope, desire, and excitement returned.
The two traveled together for many years, hearing about the exciting things going on across the galaxy, but never getting a front row seat to them. Ain never had the heart to tell the droid that only living things could experience the Force.
The human and the droid were working in a scrap yard, dissembling ships for spare parts, when suddenly large amounts of Empire ships were being dropped off for parts. Ain remarked that something big must have happened. A few hours later they learned about the defeat of the Empire.
Days later B-0 was rooting through a nearly destroyed Empire ship, mostly a shell at this point, when they found something...interesting. A beautiful, blue, crystalline, dodecahedron. B-0 pocketed it, eventually showing it to Ain, who remarked it's importance to the Jedi.
Unfortunately news spread quickly in a scrap yard.
Eventually the owner of the yard, who employed B-0 and Ain, caught wind of the Jedi artifact. And he wanted to pawn it.
Now...B-0 never had a good track record with those who 'owned' them. Most of the time they lasted only a few months before whoever was supposed to be controlling them got tired of them going against direct orders. B-0 had always had a rebellious streak, but ever since they learned about The Force they grew even more aware of their place. And their place was not being commanded. Their place was the connection to the universe.
So when the owner of the junk yard demanded B-0 hand over the artifact, they said...
"No."
This shocked those nearby, especially the owner of the junkyard. None of them had ever heard of a Droid resisting a direct command, no less seen one do it themselves. B-0 was not shocked at all. They had better things to do then listen to some lazy, rude, employer. They had to find their connection to the universe.
But then the conversation changed, and B-0 was extremely interested. And afraid. Whispers began to rise from the crowd. Disassembly, Junk Piles. Memory Wipes. B-0 had never had their memory wiped. It terrified them to know how easy it would be for them to lose everything. Their feelings, her memories. Ain and the Jedi.
The Force.
B-0 did not wait to see if the owner would act upon these recommendations. That night they activated themself, found Ain, and left, taking the Holocron with them. But even when the two were far away from the scrapyard B-0 was still afraid. They feared being found, and wiped. They couldn't forget. They refused to forget. That night the two loaded into their dingy ship and fled.
B-0 knew they needed to start focusing on finding The Force. But B-0 had no idea what it could be or where they would find it, but it had to just be lying around somewhere.
One day the human and the droid once again landed on a remote planet, looking for work. And while Ain spoke to the owners of a junk yard, B-0 continued their search for The Force. B-0 came across a puddle. Assuming that this would be a perfect place for The Force to be hiding they looked down at it, stepping back in shock. B-0 had never seen their own refection, at least not that clearly. They looked down at themself for a long time, taking in what they were seeing. Blue paint chipped and faded over the years of use, dents and scratches in their exterior.
B-0 had forgotten they were not alive.
Character Personality: Describing the personality traits of a droid, especially a creation that is supposed to lack a personality is interesting. B-0's original, programmed, 'personality' of sorts was as simple as they came: "Freeze Prisoner! Drop your weapons!" But over time B-0 was reprogrammed and upgraded, from simple foot solder to pilot. So tacked onto the alert and aggressive battle droid was the polite and calculated pilot, capable of both greeting guests to the ship and intimidating enemies.
These programmed traits, however, revealed themselves to be a dangerous mix. Create a Droid with the ability to learn new tasks, and carry out these tasks better than the average person. Create a Droid who is able to assess a situation for potential dangers, and be able to dispatch these dangers. But then, take the droid away from the war. Give it a human friend. Teach it about freedom. And then give the Droid the ability to say No. That is where the dangers come in. A Droid that could, and would, go against direct orders.
However over time B-0's personality changed, altered by a few different things. They began to adopt quirks and traits from people they spent long amounts of time with. Through watching negotiations, friends and family reunite with love, heartbreak and hatred, they have seen it all. But the biggest factor in the Droid's shmorgishborg of personality traits is the amount of time they have gone without a Memory Wipe. And that amount of time is their entire 'life'. Most Droids, once they begin to learn too much or stray too far from their programmed purpose, will be restored to their default by the people who own them. This is not the case with B-0.
It could have been sheer dumb luck, or fate, but B-0 never had their memory erased, not completely. And while their age and eventual deterioration has caused some blanks in their memory banks, causing their time in the army to be more like a blur, B-0 retains most of their knowledge.
Character's Physical description:
B-0 is slightly shorter than the B1 Battle Droids, as over the years they have developed a slight hunch, standing 6'0 and weighing in at about 143 pounds. A majority of their metal plating is an off-white color, with a blue motif that was added after their creation. Years of wear and tear has left it covered in dents, and scratches. Over time the bright blue paint has faded, especially around their legs and feet, and has begun to chip in several areas. The sensors on their face, giving it the appearance of having eyes, are black but light up when they interact with things. Over time several of the diodes in their sensors have burned out, leaving their 'eyes' looking spotty and patchy.
Clothing normally isn't too popular among droids, as they have nothing to cover up and don't need clothing to protect them from the elements. No shoes, no shirt, no service doesn't really apply to droids. However, B-0 has been gifted several articles of clothing. A large, olive green, scarf that is long enough to also cover their shoulders like billowing sleeves. B-0 has a small bag strapped to both of their upper legs, and a large backpack they carries on their back. These bags are mostly empty, as Droids don't need to carry supplies on them. B-0 mostly stashes small shiny objects in these, in lieu of food or other survival essentials.
Character Class (choose one): Soldier (Fighter Pilot)
Items -
E-5 blaster rifle: Universal and cheap, eventually E-5 blaster rifles would become the staple of the B1 Battle Droids. B-0 was given it by their last Master before the war ended, as a way to make it look more intimidating based only on appearance.
Wrist Blaster: B-0's favorite weapon. It is built into it's right wrist by it's friend making it both easy to conceal and weightless. It is a little more difficult to upkeep, and if is malfunctions B-0 is unable to use it's right arm.
Jedi Holocron?: A palm sized, crystalline, dodecahedron that B-0 may or may not have stolen.
Supporting Characters:
Ain Van Dasca - A human man in his late twenties, with black scruffy hair and an equally scruffy personality. A jokester with a slight lazy streak, Ain really desires adventure, if only the two could make enough money to go on an adventure. He spent his life savings on B-0, feeling a connection to the droid he couldn't explain. Slightly force sensitive, but with no training. His fighting style is up close and personal, with flourishing movements.
Character's name: B-0, often referred to as Bee-Oh.
Race: Droid, a heavily recycled B1 Battle Droid
Faction: Independent
Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral
Character Background:
B-0, like all battle droids, was manufactured for use in war. Initially created for use in the Trade Federation Droid Army, B-0 was eventually 'drafted' into the Separatist Droid Army during the Clone Wars as well. B-0 recalls very little about their time in the army, both due to eventual loss of memory as well as retaining only bare information during this time. Searching their memory banks reveals repeating data: ONLINE, ACCEPT ORDERS, DAMAGE, OFFLINE. REBOOT. Over and over for years. Droids that are damaged, but not destroyed, were simply recycled and returned to the front lines. Over and over.
And then the wars ended. And eventually droid armies became obsolete, mocked for their ineffectiveness. And so battle droids were rounded up, packed up, and deactivated. As for B-0s future, it seemed uncertain. For a very long time they sat, deactivated, in a vault full of scrapped battle droids. Traders and visitors very rarely passed by, but eventually a trader did come, he was looking to buy old droids, he did not state his reasoning. And so without so much as a goodbye or even a wave B-0 was loaded onto a cargo ship, their destination unknown.
B-0 spent this time in solitude. They were kept with other droids, all of which remained in disrepair or deactivation. During this time B-0s mind continued to expand and remember. They recalled where they had been, who they had seen. They tried to recall and store as many details as possible, anything to keep her mind from succumbing to the nothingness of the storage. B-0 had no idea how much time had passed, they landed and took off more times then they cared to count. Each time they felt the rumbling of the cargo ship cease they found themself feeling strange. Every time they landed in a new place B-0 yearned to see and walk.
Hope. They were full of hope.
Many years passed. When all of a sudden the Droid storage unit was opened, and B-0 and the other Droids were paraded out of the ship and into a market place. B-0 found themself on a planet of sand and strange people of all sorts. They soon would learn to call this planet Tatooine.
The droid rather liked their time on Tatooine. They, although forced to stay in or around the Junk shop, was able to learn about all kinds of people and places, all just from passing conversations. People would approach them, they were quite the curiosity, and B-0 would ask them as many questions as they could before they were scolded for talking. Many people were afraid of a Droid who would ask questions, fearing the robotic creation had free will. Others found their endless questions endearing, happily answering when they asked who they were and where they came from.
One such person was a young man, head to toe in mismatched cloth and leather armor. He chided the Droid, calling them unnaturally curious. B-0 retaliated, calling him unnaturally judgmental. The man laughed, apologizing for judging a book by its metallic cover. He listened patiently as the droid unloaded question after question. He said his name was Ain Van Dazca, and he was looking for a pilot.
Which was interested, as B-0 was looking for a friend.
Ain purchased B-0, and the two began their unusual friendship. Ain was a trash picker, yes, but he was in search of his destiny, hoping to become a mercenary. He had nothing but a junk ship and a desire to see the Galaxy. Unfortunartely the two didn't get far before credits and food became a problem, and the two began planet hopping, picking up manual labor jobs as they went. But B-0 didn't mind this arrangement, as they got to learn and see many new things. One night, Ain revealed to B-0 that he was force sensitive, hoping to discover any remaining Jedi.
This interested B-0, they had never heard these words before. She inquired more about Jedi. And then about their Order.
And the Force. He said it was the connection of all living things.
The feeling of hope, desire, and excitement returned.
The two traveled together for many years, hearing about the exciting things going on across the galaxy, but never getting a front row seat to them. Ain never had the heart to tell the droid that only living things could experience the Force.
The human and the droid were working in a scrap yard, dissembling ships for spare parts, when suddenly large amounts of Empire ships were being dropped off for parts. Ain remarked that something big must have happened. A few hours later they learned about the defeat of the Empire.
Days later B-0 was rooting through a nearly destroyed Empire ship, mostly a shell at this point, when they found something...interesting. A beautiful, blue, crystalline, dodecahedron. B-0 pocketed it, eventually showing it to Ain, who remarked it's importance to the Jedi.
Unfortunately news spread quickly in a scrap yard.
Eventually the owner of the yard, who employed B-0 and Ain, caught wind of the Jedi artifact. And he wanted to pawn it.
Now...B-0 never had a good track record with those who 'owned' them. Most of the time they lasted only a few months before whoever was supposed to be controlling them got tired of them going against direct orders. B-0 had always had a rebellious streak, but ever since they learned about The Force they grew even more aware of their place. And their place was not being commanded. Their place was the connection to the universe.
So when the owner of the junk yard demanded B-0 hand over the artifact, they said...
"No."
This shocked those nearby, especially the owner of the junkyard. None of them had ever heard of a Droid resisting a direct command, no less seen one do it themselves. B-0 was not shocked at all. They had better things to do then listen to some lazy, rude, employer. They had to find their connection to the universe.
But then the conversation changed, and B-0 was extremely interested. And afraid. Whispers began to rise from the crowd. Disassembly, Junk Piles. Memory Wipes. B-0 had never had their memory wiped. It terrified them to know how easy it would be for them to lose everything. Their feelings, her memories. Ain and the Jedi.
The Force.
B-0 did not wait to see if the owner would act upon these recommendations. That night they activated themself, found Ain, and left, taking the Holocron with them. But even when the two were far away from the scrapyard B-0 was still afraid. They feared being found, and wiped. They couldn't forget. They refused to forget. That night the two loaded into their dingy ship and fled.
B-0 knew they needed to start focusing on finding The Force. But B-0 had no idea what it could be or where they would find it, but it had to just be lying around somewhere.
One day the human and the droid once again landed on a remote planet, looking for work. And while Ain spoke to the owners of a junk yard, B-0 continued their search for The Force. B-0 came across a puddle. Assuming that this would be a perfect place for The Force to be hiding they looked down at it, stepping back in shock. B-0 had never seen their own refection, at least not that clearly. They looked down at themself for a long time, taking in what they were seeing. Blue paint chipped and faded over the years of use, dents and scratches in their exterior.
B-0 had forgotten they were not alive.
Character Personality: Describing the personality traits of a droid, especially a creation that is supposed to lack a personality is interesting. B-0's original, programmed, 'personality' of sorts was as simple as they came: "Freeze Prisoner! Drop your weapons!" But over time B-0 was reprogrammed and upgraded, from simple foot solder to pilot. So tacked onto the alert and aggressive battle droid was the polite and calculated pilot, capable of both greeting guests to the ship and intimidating enemies.
These programmed traits, however, revealed themselves to be a dangerous mix. Create a Droid with the ability to learn new tasks, and carry out these tasks better than the average person. Create a Droid who is able to assess a situation for potential dangers, and be able to dispatch these dangers. But then, take the droid away from the war. Give it a human friend. Teach it about freedom. And then give the Droid the ability to say No. That is where the dangers come in. A Droid that could, and would, go against direct orders.
However over time B-0's personality changed, altered by a few different things. They began to adopt quirks and traits from people they spent long amounts of time with. Through watching negotiations, friends and family reunite with love, heartbreak and hatred, they have seen it all. But the biggest factor in the Droid's shmorgishborg of personality traits is the amount of time they have gone without a Memory Wipe. And that amount of time is their entire 'life'. Most Droids, once they begin to learn too much or stray too far from their programmed purpose, will be restored to their default by the people who own them. This is not the case with B-0.
It could have been sheer dumb luck, or fate, but B-0 never had their memory erased, not completely. And while their age and eventual deterioration has caused some blanks in their memory banks, causing their time in the army to be more like a blur, B-0 retains most of their knowledge.
Character's Physical description:
B-0 is slightly shorter than the B1 Battle Droids, as over the years they have developed a slight hunch, standing 6'0 and weighing in at about 143 pounds. A majority of their metal plating is an off-white color, with a blue motif that was added after their creation. Years of wear and tear has left it covered in dents, and scratches. Over time the bright blue paint has faded, especially around their legs and feet, and has begun to chip in several areas. The sensors on their face, giving it the appearance of having eyes, are black but light up when they interact with things. Over time several of the diodes in their sensors have burned out, leaving their 'eyes' looking spotty and patchy.
Clothing normally isn't too popular among droids, as they have nothing to cover up and don't need clothing to protect them from the elements. No shoes, no shirt, no service doesn't really apply to droids. However, B-0 has been gifted several articles of clothing. A large, olive green, scarf that is long enough to also cover their shoulders like billowing sleeves. B-0 has a small bag strapped to both of their upper legs, and a large backpack they carries on their back. These bags are mostly empty, as Droids don't need to carry supplies on them. B-0 mostly stashes small shiny objects in these, in lieu of food or other survival essentials.
Character Class (choose one): Soldier (Fighter Pilot)
Items -
E-5 blaster rifle: Universal and cheap, eventually E-5 blaster rifles would become the staple of the B1 Battle Droids. B-0 was given it by their last Master before the war ended, as a way to make it look more intimidating based only on appearance.
Wrist Blaster: B-0's favorite weapon. It is built into it's right wrist by it's friend making it both easy to conceal and weightless. It is a little more difficult to upkeep, and if is malfunctions B-0 is unable to use it's right arm.
Jedi Holocron?: A palm sized, crystalline, dodecahedron that B-0 may or may not have stolen.
Supporting Characters:
Ain Van Dasca - A human man in his late twenties, with black scruffy hair and an equally scruffy personality. A jokester with a slight lazy streak, Ain really desires adventure, if only the two could make enough money to go on an adventure. He spent his life savings on B-0, feeling a connection to the droid he couldn't explain. Slightly force sensitive, but with no training. His fighting style is up close and personal, with flourishing movements.
Whew! It's been a few years since I made a character, hope this is ok!
Mixtape Ghost N
