Byond ID: Minimike1220
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Victor Rennem
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use (Follows common naming rules, and requires a first name with no last name): Marcellus
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (
viewtopic.php?f=57&t=14417)?
I have read them, and would say I am familiar with them.
Synthetic Character Story (An ADEQUATE description and story of your Synthetics actions and involvement in a previous mission onboard the Almayer):
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Sol Time: 2185, April Sixteenth. Mission Recording begin;
Marcellus looks around as it as first activated aboard the Almayer. "Hey," A hand appears infront of Marcellus' face and snaps its fingers. "Synthetic, uhm, can you hear me?"
"Affirmative, I can hear, and understand you, sir." Marcellus states "How may I assist?"
"Sit there and look pretty for a moment, I gotta make sure everything is normal with you." The man in the orange vest says, holding a data pad.
"Sir, my internal diagnostics have ran a full scan already, I can assure you I am functioning normally." Marcellus states to the Orange-vested man, whos ID is scanned by Marcellus and recognized to be a maintenance tech aboard the USS Almayer serving in the USCM. The MT looks up to Marcellus, then down to his data pad.
"I guess you're right. Well then, down to business, Command wants ya to meet with them, as we're deploying to stop some colony to defecting to the UPP, you know what the UPP is, correct?
"Affirmative, sir."
"Excellent. As you may know, they don't exactly speak the same language so we need a translator, a good one, unlike Private Hoff, may he rest in peace. Now run off and go meet with the Commander, he wants to asses you himself before you get deployed with the marines, nothing against ya, I might say, it's just... synthetics are, well, unnatural, no offense intended."
"I cannot be offended, sir, but I do understand what you mean, however I must insist I am here to assist in what ever you need support wise."
"Alright, please head up to the CIC, and do hurry, the marines cannot redeploy until we have a decent translator." Marcellus nods, and heads up engineering's ladder and down the hall, not wasting a moment until he reaches the CIC. Marcellus heads in and walks up to the man in the white beret. "Hello sir, I was told to report here."
The man in the white beret looks over and scowls. "Fucking synths. Come here, you scrap can."
"Yes sir." Marcellus heads over to where the white beret man, otherwise known as Commander stands. The Commander grabs Marcellus by the jaw and moves his head side to side, examining his features. "If I didn't know better I would say you were a human at a glance." The Commander sighs and looks Marcellus in the eyes. " I have been informed by others you can translate languages easily and correctly, yes?"
Marcellus notices the Commander has a strain in his eyes when looking at him. He quickly nods and awaits a response. "Very well then, we're deploying to a colony which is in danger of defecting to the UPP, from what intelligence we have, most people there do not speak our language, so you have to translate for us. As we're attempting to persuade this colony to not defect, weapons will be holstered and we must insist you do everything you can to avoid any loss of life, both for the marines and those ingrates down there."
"Sir, I must remind you that I cannot attempt to cause human harm." Marcellus looks at the Commander, his hands tighten and a vein starts to show.
"Go to the Alamo, in the hanger, go now, scrap heap." The Commander orders Marcellus, with a strain in his voice.
Marcellus heads through CIC to the ladder connecting the security deck to CIC. He heads down through security and into the hanger, locating the Alamo in its docked position. A few marines notice him as he walks in and stare at him. Marcellus heads into the Alamo and views the countless marines in there, including the ones without seats laying on the ground. "About time it gets here, hey, what's your name, boy?" He asks Marcellus.
"I am designated as Marcellus, and I will be your translator today." A marine nods, then hits the speak button on an intercom and speaks into it. The Alamo begins liftoff sequence and the shutters slam shut. "So, Marcellus, you know the deal?"
Marcellus nods. "Affirmative, I have been informed." The ride is otherwise quiet, the marines look at Marcellus with a curiosity of a child looking upon something unknown. The landing sequence engages and the shutters pop up. "You first, synth." A marine in Yellow says. Marcellus heads out through the right door and immediately spots several people with guns aimed at the Alamo, some hidden, others not.
Marcellus takes a step forward and a shot lands near his feet. He hears a shout, "Not one more step! We will shoot!" Marcellus looks behind him and notices the marines with their weapons drawn, "Please hold on, I will attempt to form a peaceful resolution." The marines remain on edge, but lower their weapons, slightly.
Marcellus shouts back to the man, in their language, "We only wish for negotiations currently, we do not wish any harm to anyone here. I am willing to come alone if that is acceptable to you." No response is heard back for about thirty seconds. "Just you, and only you! No weapons, or we will shoot."
Marcellus starts walking towards the colony buildings and notices a few more guns aimed at him that he didn't notice before. He heads for the man he was talking to. "Hello, I am here on behalf of the USCM, we wish to keep you from defecting to the UPP."
"Your people do not care about us, you do not send us aid when we need it. When a disease struck our colony, we asked for aid but received nothing from you, however the UPP delivered medicine, it saved countless lives. You extort us with your demands on us, and the UPP asks simply to join them, allow them in, they care about us, for where you people do not."
Marcellus collects data from known UPP colonies then responds, "I have just collected multiple reports of colonies in your situation, where they think the UPP would be able to help them, they did end up defecting, and they paid the price, the UPP treated them like dirt, socialism would ruin this colony, this isn't a lone report either, there are countless reports of this occurring."
"You, you robot, you're lying! Trying to fool me into thinking the UPP is bad." The mans face contorts with disgust. "You people don't care about anyone in the colonies."
Marcellus replies, "If we didn't care, why would we come in the first place, why haven't we just bombarded the colony from orbit?" The man looked stunned, "I-er, well, because you don't want to waste resources on constructing a new colony, if the UPP is so bad as you say, why wouldn't they just take over?"
"Perhaps they wish to minimize losses while overly getting you energetic about joining and receiving too-good-to-be-true ideals." Marcellus looks at him, he seems confused and concerned. "Sir, I was sent here to translate, we could have just bombarded you from orbit, or sent the marines down here to kill you all, but we didn't. We do care, and we do everything in our power to maintain the law and everything that is right."
The man looks down, and thinks for a moment. "If what you are saying is true, then you have pictures and proof of hostile UPP activity?"
"That is correct, sir." Marcellus states. "We can show you if you have your men disarm, we want to avoid anyone getting hurt here."
The man looks beaten and speaks into a radio, the men with guns aimed at the Alamo, and Marcellus look confused, but eventually throw down their weapons. "Sir, if you come with me, you can speak with the Commander, after you have been searched and escorted by the MP's of course." The man follows Marcellus to the dropship which now has marines standing in ranks listening to their Squad Leaders.
"Good work out there, syn- Marcellus." A marine whispers as they walk by. Marcellus and the man take a seat together and head up, with MP's waiting to search the man.
-Mission Recording End-
Marcellus will be a simple synth, preforming his goals to the best of his ability, but due to the negativity, he views the marines from less than a friendly aesthetic. He will not try to have small talk or otherwise friendly encounters with marines.
How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO)
Medical - Understand the basics, can heal someone up in a pinch.
Maint - Very much adept, can do most activites
Science - Not much unfortunately, however I can learn as time goes on, and otherwise wing it.
SO - I do understand how to use their computers and otherwise lead marine squads.
Other Staff - Generally understand most components of other jobs.
Why should we whitelist you?
I would try to add a separate job, as well as another layer of roleplay for the marines (and possibly xenos) and otherwise assist anyone who needs help, as well as fill in for missing jobs when needed. I've been a long-term player, and generally not a shitler, as well as a staff member here.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
I have not.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
Not that I currently know of, no.
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 understand this.
