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Name: EDO XV88 S23 N15 (often nicknamed as "Eddy" or "Fifteen")

Age: 2 (mental age uncertain)

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Height: 2.5 metres
Weight: 320 kilograms

Nationality or Place of Residence: An underground storage bunker in Osaka, Japan

Title / Rank: Suppressor Unit/Private

Biography / history: EDO is an abbreviation for "Enhanced Drone Operative", a mech soldier with a singular organic component- a human brain, produced and developed by Tanikawa Industries. Though still controversial in the media, EDOs have proven far more effective than AI controlled urban mechs as the human component has fewer problems solving logical paradoxes and are far more successful at reading emotional states. Additionally, in combination with psychological programming, an EDO is less likely to commit war crimes than any other drone operative, making them quite suitable for urban combat with civilians involved and unlikely to gun down surrendering opponents. Unfortunately, there are some drawbacks to an EDO when compared to standard AI. A survival instinct is as much of a con as it is a pro. Due to problems of mechano-organic nature, Enhanced Drone Operatives have a very limited vocabulary that they can produce vocally even though they can communicate through text messages quite verbosely, mainly relying on voice-boxes with an array of preset simple responses. And, because of their organic component, they cannot be classified as machines by law, nor can they be classified as transhumans as the brain belongs to Tanikawa Industries by legal contract signed by the donor. This leaves all models of EDO in the situation of a second class citizen, though in most cases, they are unaware of the fact thanks to their programming. To top it all off, they require special nutrient rations and, in a way, sleep besides recharging to keep functioning at top capacity.

The XV88 model is one of several humanoid urban mechs designed as support for SWAT teams and TCMP field operations, mainly through its suppressive capabilities, an array of sensors and scanners, as well as combat durability. Another useful trait of the model is its programmed inability for brutality and excessive force. It is similar to the previous XV8 model with the difference being that the brain is housed within the thorax instead of the head, having in mind greater focus on the survivability of the veteran brain. Those who have fought alongside XV88s nicknamed them "Tortoise" for their resistance to damage and defensive mode that allows them to retract their more vulnerable parts into the body that otherwise serve for mobility and spacial awareness. Those men and women would also testify that XV88 and urban mechs similar to it are the most human-like in their behaviour of all EDOs. Experts say that, due to being in humanoid mechs, these brains retain many of their habits and quirks which they are still able to perform, while those installed in aircraft or similar appear to be less personable to others as they're unable to express their remnant humanity as well as XV8 or XV88 can.

"Eddy", or "Fifteen", was a rather unorthodox mech from the very start. Of all the XV88s of the 23rd series, the unit numbered 15 was the most active and adamant about being referred to as "he". The reason for his acting up was not a profound sense of one's person that refuses to be called "it", but that an engineer at Takinawa Industries referred to the unit as "she" as one would call a car or a ship. As N15 performed just as well as any other EDO in the simulations and test-runs, "his" quirk was sanctioned. And while it wasn't strange for humanoid mechs to spend their on-line time when off-duty on entertainment, Fifteen spent most of his free time watching animations and searching the extranet for really old cartoons, sometimes managing to dig out video files that were centuries old.

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Interested and having some questions.

Would it be okay to have an inhuman character, in the sense of being a machine or a cyborg? Basically, what I have in mind is a human brain in a jar integrated into a heap of metal.
So, what's going on?
Take that, procrastination! A new post is...posted.
As Orthaug leaped into the air with his warg into the stone giant's back, Ushgar administered the last blow to the golem's left shin before shattering it to pieces. Sidestepping to the left, he barely evaded the falling construct due to the force of Orthaug's impact changing the direction in which the golem was collapsing. The ground was imprinted with its shape, raising dust and ash left by the battle. Orthaug and his Zasha jumped off its back before the golem planted itself face first into the dirt and continued to circle around it. Unfortunately, a creature that does not feel pain in the classic sense of the word cares not for such setbacks. Even lacking half a leg did not diminish its willingness to crush meat and bone. The golem readjusted its arms and began to lift its massive stone body from the shallow crater it made.

Noticing this, Ushgar jumped onto its back, sending the now filthy statue back to hugging the ground with his full weight and he continued jumping, thus making a quite serious situation somewhat funny to observe in a dwarven kind of way. With the battle haze lifting from his mind, Ushgar finally noticed that his allies were fighting around him and that he received quite a beating from the walking boulder that was now under his feet, trying to get up. With Orthaug being closest to him, the greyish giant barked an order at him in orc tongue.

"Oi! Help the Drillmaster! Leave the pestling this thing to dust to me!"

He did not wait to see if his comrade obeyed before starting to bash the golem with his maul again. Though his blows were not as strong as before, Ushgar guided them all toward his animated opponent's head in attempt to decommission it for good. If the eye caused such an erratic reaction, smashing its head was sure to make it a useless pile of rock again. The golem struggled incessantly to break free, but each hit to the back of its head deterred any progress it may have made. Visible cracks started to show and followed by an orcish roar, the final blow was struck, crushing the head of the magical automaton. All movement ceases at that moment with Ushgar breathing heavily and collapsing on his knees on top of his enemy's pseudo-corpse.

He coughed up some blood, his body remembering that a landslide worth of physical force is bound to leave a mark on the internal organs. Moments like these reminded Ushgar why his dislike of magic sometimes bordered on full-fledged hatred for anything remotely magical. He had always seen mages and wizards and witches as a kind of cheaters, the ones that cheat at life. As far as he knew, the power they wielded never come from within themselves, but always from some pact with spirits both benevolent and malevolent, outsiders or even unspeakable forgotten horrors. But of all spellcasters, he hated the summoners and puppeteers the most as other creatures did their dirty work. He could not fathom how someone could discard their pride as a warrior to allow others to fight his battles. He could not understand how they could not face their fears as he faced them every day with Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. He may have nearly soiled his armour when he put himself between Koloch and the golem, but he did it anyway. Such mages were worse than cowards. Cowards at least do not pretend. That's why he preferred normal bunnies - that's why no Achnal dared to attack him right now even though he was nearly spent.

Kneeling on the golem's remains, he noticed a glowing fragment of its eye in the rubble and picked it up. Ushgar could swear that someone was still looking at him through it. He guessed it was the mage who controlled the boulder he was on top of. Realising this, Ushgar attempted to speak out in broken human common tongue he started to pick up from Lontok's lengthy monologues.

"Ooman mage. I'z da biggest an' da strongest dere iz. Yer fing'z broke. An' yer dead when I find ya!"

With that said, the champion of the mercenaries crushed the fragment in his hand, turning it into fine dust and scattered it through the fog. He leaned onto his maul and got up to his feet and looked around him until he spotted Koloch fighting off some humans. Thinking that he should help, he began to limp toward the other battle. But, luck was not on his side that day. After the few steps he made from the golem, something struck him in the back with great force, sending him flying across the battlefield. When the orc made contact with land, he rolled several times before stopping. Dazed, he managed to make out what hit him like a group of angry bears.

The golem.

It was not finished yet. It was still combat worthy even if it lacked half a leg and a head, despite all other damage Ushgar inflicted upon it.

"Blood and thunder..." Ushgar muttered, uncertain if even he could take on that thing once more. Even worse, this turn of events now encouraged some of the Achnal warriors to approach the orc menacingly like vultures.
Skrakar said
I'll try to post during the weekend.


Promise broken. At least I have an idea for the next post and hopefully, I'll be able to plant my ass into a chair and write something tomorrow.

Sini, we could do something together so as to not trample each other during the fight with the golem.
I'll try to post during the weekend.
I'm currently in some problems of familial nature, so I'm not sure when I'll throw in my share.
I can't use anything to refute that statement without sounding like a massive racist aside that in that case, those orcs would be more Aztecs than Maori...
AlienBastard, I'm a bit curious as to how a maori-like orc would be that different from the typical orc stereotype aside from being more musically minded.
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