Hawlin

The Marauders (2016)

Instanced. The HUD meshing with the station's display blurred some sensible line where Kaite reached through with a free hand to gently graze over the cold buttons of the terminal. It was fantasy to imagine getting to take a shot at something outside of simulations and weapon tests, and the more his fingers lingered...the heavier they grew over the commands to initiate a firing sequence. 'I vouldn't kill eit...right? Just-' his thoughts shattered by the heavy metallic scrapes and clunks of Stun as they entered the bridge. Kaite's ears folded back, watching the monolithic construct out of the corner of his eye as he slumped down in the seat in an instinctive way to make himself less noticeable

The hollowness of machines was respected by Kaite, and granting them sentience was any number of problems waiting to happen. Bias plays out more than 'racism'; the tools back at the labs were these large pyramid contraptions that were launched into holding cells in response to a few humans on the receiving end of the start of the rebellion. Autonomous drones programmed to seek and extract subjects by any means necessary. It starts with a question, and if the subject wouldn't step forward, they proceeded to terrorize the lot until they found who they were looking for. Having never been on the receiving end, Kaite had still been witness to the remorseless cruelty at the ends of steel claws...and had no intention of meeting such fates deemed 'less-than-lethal'.

"Ah...I-iz a solid plan" Kaite softly agreed, glancing at the highlights after blindly agreeing. With a flick of his gloved hand, the cannon munitions selector swiftly cycled until he held a splayed open palm to stop it on concussion rounds. "Vehn do vee-" he began before the voice of Raymond rang through the comms, expressly instructing them to stand by and therefore answering the bunnyboy's question.
"Zehy should be fine, ah?" he asked aloud, refraining from looking over to Stun in fear of direct 'eye' contact setting them off in some way. It seemed that it was answers abroad, today, as the tracking sensors picked up the glint of an arrow impacting the face of the beast and sending it into a writhing path in response. Through its violent motions and agile swerves to turn for another pass, the lock broke and began recalculating trajectory while the beast bared down on Captain Raymond.

On the edge of his seat, shaking lightly, Kaite gave the targeting reticle a bit of lead to hopefully find the lock once more as it was all he could do with his instructions. He bit his lip, considering breaking command to risk dumb-firing the concussion rounds for the sake of the man's life. Thankfully, indecision played into the captain's hands while Kaite watched the resounding thump of fist impacting beak.
Ears stood up along with raised fists as Kaite cheered a soft "Yiss!" as he watched Raymond quickly pull himself up and hurry off through the snow. Automated targeting quickly found the bird, though the Aylv expected the beast to have learned its lesson after being shot in the eye and slugged out of the park.

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The idea of making a creature through genetic manipulation for the sake of producing drugs would certainly earn an arm-bar from Kaite. :P

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Everyone getting hype over omelettes, they bring it in and hold it out to Kaite whose like-

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@Traitor
Yeh, only one. :P

Had I known Stun was already on the bridge, Kaite's enterance would have been quite different.
Edit: Well, that's what I get for not reading the whole post.

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@Ollumhammersong
Well, it sounds dirty when you say it like that...
:T

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Hope that works >_>

@Ollumhammersong
Sounds romantic. ;3

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Laying on his bed for once, anyone could mistake Kaite for sleeping as his only visible eye remained closed. Coat tossed over an upside-down chair and boots set neatly to the side, he had gotten comfortable some time ago. However, an ear flicked as he watched the situation begin to unfold through the HUD of his eyepatch, slipping on the tasteful snow white control gauntlet and making a fist to activate the device. Pressing a thumb and index finger together before parting, he zoomed in the bird creature.

Curious as I was, the dull amber accent of the display dimming to a rich crimson with the number '43' blinking in the corner mere moments before the alert rang through the ship cemented the situation. The only discoveries to be found with the beast would be from afar or dug out of its corpse. Gripping another fist and lifting a thumb, I selected the targeting subsystems while slipping into my boots. The perspective seemed skewed and Sir Raymond was likely closer than it seemed, so, extending an index and middle finger, I figured the vulcan would suffice. Worst case scenario was that a few licks of molten steel pelting the beast would only piss it off...nnooo, worst case scenario was an errant wind carrying a few of the bullets off target.

With a small 'Hrmph...', Kaite threw his coat on and repeated the command with only the thumb and index to instead select primary cannons. Nifty as the gauntlet/eyepatch combo was, it had no triggering system for safety reasons. The actual triggers were at the terminal on the bridge.
Now, what wasn't the best idea was to go running through the corridors with one eye closed. Even though he was doing business, forming a circle with the ring finger and thumb to track the bird, he was still mostly blind save for the haze of reality behind the display. Were it not for his keenly discerning hearing and the threat of being alone in proximity with a robot, Kaite would have likely darted out into the intersection only to be ran over by 8-Ball.

Instead, the Aylv pressed himself to a wall as 8-Ball roared through the intersection. Content with hopefully not being noticed, Kaite picked up the pace, making record time getting to the bridge and still trembling lightly with adrenaline as he synced with the ship-side weapons centre. Nervously glancing over his shoulder for a moment, he began cycling through ammunition while realigning the cannon now loaded with a scattershot warhead. He imagined the opportunity could be found to fire without the risk of striking the captain or hopefully anyone else. 'Close enough' was more than likely, though Kaite was darkly curious what a direct-hit on something that size would look like.
"Zero-Seven-Three standing by!" He chirped into the comms, having taken position though uncertain of the endgame after having taken position. The Code 43 specified that relevant operators report to their stations on the bridge, outside of this, Kaite was indecisive with pulling the trigger, let alone what kind of shells to use.

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@Ollumhammersong
Straight to hell!!
D:<

:P

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I can't imagine Kaite's usefulness as part of the ground team. So, yeeeah, air or Monroe.

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Kaite

Name: T3-073
AKA: '(Anything as long as he knows he's being addressed)', Kaite('Kite')
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race

Aylv

'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to 3:50pm and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Spire'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the fifty or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.

Appearance

Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.7ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a light blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with little bioluminescence. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his slim figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)

Concept

Faction: Marauder, Children of Aylv
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this)

Bio

There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.

Then it was me.

I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful.

Personality

On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, '073' is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose himself to in order to accommodate their disposition.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.

He is compassionate and caring, though objectively so...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. Without the common grounds of his free brethren, 'Kaite' has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.

Weapon(s) : 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.

Star-fighter?: Licensed to fly and engage combat maneuvers, let alone basic navigations and landings. Not in possession of a ship.

Family/Relationship?:

Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Has an assigned room, though doesn't often use it in favor of unconventional spaces like broom closets