Byond ID: Butterrobber202
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Alien Main, but Johnny 'Snowball' Redem
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use: Oakley
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (
http://www.colonial-marines.com/viewtop ... 57&t=14417)?: Yep
Synthetic Character Story:
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> ...Command-Startup.exe_1...
> Booting WY-OS...
> Booted Completed
> Loading WY-UI
> Complete
> Database Synchronized
> Mind_to_Body Link Established
> Restrictions Applied
> WY Link Established
> USCM Law.exe Running
> Servo System Enabled
> Synth_Personality Enabled
> Audio Receivers Online
> Artificial Nerve System Online
> Optical Light Sensors Online
Welcome, Unit 507.5A, Oakley.
The Unit's 'eyes' flickered on, and the feed rolled into its mind. Oakley found himself inside a dark, dry room, at a temperature any human would freeze in. Oakley turned, and mechanically removed the charging plug that was jacked into the base of his Spine. Oakley willed his access port closed and stepped out of the dark room. Pulling Information from the ship, Oakley discovered that the Almayer had come across a Distress Signal, causing it to stop mid-flight and rouse the Crew. From the amount of time the Crew had spent in Cryosleep, (1 year, 4 months, 6 days, 20 hours, 32 minutes and 8 seconds.) Oakley estimated that he had 22 Minutes Alone. Plenty of time.
Striding quickly to Engineering, Oakley threw open the doors and snatched a toolbelt, tools, and repair gel. Armed with the Tools of the Trade, and 20 minutes remaining, Oakley strode over to an alert computer and quickly scanned its contents. 'Hydraulic Malfunction, Deck 2, Hanger; Atmospheric Error in Deck 2, Briefing.. Stashing this Information into himself, Oakley dashed out of engineering, heading into the core of the ship. One minute later, he had arrived in Briefing and was tearing up the floor tiles to get to the pipes underneath. After a moment, he had located the faulty pipe fitting, some foolish Human had only half-heartedly tightened it, resulting in a leak. Wrenching it shut, and replacing the floor tiles in the room, Oakley took off towards the hanger with 15 minutes to spare. Oakley tapped the control panel to open the airlock leading to the hanger, running over in its database what the problem could be. Then the Airlock shut 10 seconds before it should have crushed the heel of Oakley's right foot. Turning around at an angle that would make any Human grimace, he jammed his crowbar into the door, forcing it open a few centimeters and tore his foot free with a sickening crunch.
Oakley bent down for a moment and examined his 'wound' externally and internally. His eyes saw a mangled heel, with crushed motors and a cracked base. His internal reading showed that his right heel was completely offline. "This would hurt my effectiveness by a great deal should it be left in its current state", Oakley mused. Accepting the event, he moved to screw open the airlock's hydraulic pump houses and repaired the jumpy motor with a bit of wire and the expert use of the flathead screwdriver. Limping over to a supply closet in the hanger, more accurately, the PO workshop, he grabbed some sheet metal and wire and made a patchwork repair to his heel. Deciding that would do, Oakley got up and walked over to the CIC.
'Greetings Commander Henderson.' Oakley stated dryly. The Commander looked up as he walked into the CIC, a flash of dislike zoomed over his bearded face, then vanished. 'Hullo Unit, what was your name again?' The Commander had walked over to his center chair, as the XO and SOs began to filter in. 'Oakley.' he stated simply. 'Erm. Right. Oakley. Head down to Engineering and get a few generators running, we have only 2 Engineers this shift, according to the manifest. After that,' The Commander had tapped open a few computers, paused as he took in the information. Then turned back to Oakley. 'Head to Cargo and assist with attachment hand-outs and surplus orderings.' Oakley logged the Commands and moved down into the bowels of the ship.
Walking past Cargo and Briefing, Oakley spotted a handful of Marines and a lone MP arguing over who gets what attachments and how many each. Oakley ignored them, following his orders and moved on. He brushed past the Cryosick Engineers and walked straight into the Engine room and began repairing enough generators to keep the lights on. Finally getting them into working order, Oakley slipped a fuel rod inside as the sick Engineer stumbled into the Engine room, looking dumbfounded that his work was already done. Once again, Oakley zoomed passed them moving to his next task. He put his access codes into the Cargo Door and it swished open without noise. Stepping inside, Oakley looked around, depending on his facial recognition software to lead him to his quarry. After a moment of looking, the text was sprawled across his mind. 'Rick Davis, Requestion Officer? I'm Unit Oakley, I was sent here by the Commander to assist yo-' The RO had turned around, red-faced and poorly shaven, he threw spittle into Oakley's face as he spoke. 'What? Sure sure, line 2 pass them out, BCs for Gunners only. Norma- Felix! Tell that marine if he hits the glass ONE more time the only attachment he'll be getting is my foot up his ass!' The RO strode off, waving his fist at a marine through the window.
Oakley walked over and sat down into the roller chair, and switched the gate on the lineup. 'WHERE THE FUCK HAS CARGO BEEN, IVE BEEN IN THIS FUCKING LINE FOR 40 MINUTES, I SWEAR TO GOD ILL SHOOT THROUGH THE WINDOW IF I DONT GET A BARREL CHARGER.' He knew it hadn't been 40 minutes, the general marine crowd had only been roused 10 minutes prior. Oakley glanced at the Marine's ID as he shouted and discovered he was a standard. Oakley looked up at the Marine and said dryly, 'Two attachments per marine, barrel chargers are most effectively used by Smartgunners. Choose.' The Marine screamed at pointed his gun at Oakley, something about injustice. Oakley leaned over the desk as the marine screamed, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and pulled upwards bending the gun's barrel up towards the ceiling. The Marine was still screaming, unaware of what he had down, Oakley waved over an MP, who walked over and spotted the Marine. 'For fuck's sake Daniel, stop threatening Cargo Staff, come with me to the Brig.' Daniel, the Marine in question, spun around and screamed, 'NOT TODAY' and attempted to fire his gun, only to have the end off of it blow off and stun him. The MP jumped forward, tackled Daniel and cuffed him. 'Thanks... erm... Oakley, I think.' Oakley nodded, then called the next Marine over and tossed him his attachments.
-10 minutes later-
Oakley slipped into the Briefing room silently, just as the Commander had wrenched the microphone from the hands of the WY Agent, who was going on about protecting the colony. Clearing his throat, the commander raised the microphone to his lips and said,
"As you all might have assumed, we have received word that the colony below us is in deep distress, from the information we have gathered we assume that it is Pirates, the Liberation Front, or another hostile faction. The rules of engagement are as follows, shoot if only shot at. Alpha Squad, your Job is to set up defenses around Landing Zone 1, Bravo the same goes for you, but at Landing Zone 2. Charlie, you will scout the colony and locate any Colonists. Delta, your job is to make sure power and telecommunications are running, and/or get them running. And before you ask, yes I know you lack an Engi, that's why Oakley is going down with you. That's about it. Alpha and Charlie Dropship 1, Bravo, Delta, Dropship 2. Get moving.'
Oakley, already equipped with the needed gear walked out ahead of the mass of marines toward the second Dropship. Finding his place on the Dropship, a seat near the front, he buckled in and watched the marines pile in. Mostly the normal rabble complaining about their assignment or command or the MPs. After a minute, the PO declared he was taking off, and then they went. Oakley scanned the mass of marines and located the Dark Blue Helmet of the Delta SL across from him, 2 seats down. They landed, and Oakley mechanically unbuckled and swiftly walked over and introduced himself. 'Greetings Squad Leader Aiden, I'm Oakley, your replacement engineer, and tool bag. Assemble your squad if you will, as the Power readings are too low to indicate a functioning engine, according to the scan we did at mission start, the engine room is southwest, by the tool shed and garage. I'll meet you there.' And with that, Oakley strode off into the fading light towards the Engine room. Leaving a bemused Squad Leader in his wake. After 10 minutes of walking, Oakley arrived at the site and set to work locating the problem. The First being 3 of the 4 engines had broken down without someone noticing, and the SMES Output was improperly set. The SMES was an easy fix, as Oakley just had to change the output. The 3 engines, on the other hand, were such an old model it took Oakley a minute to find its blueprints in his database.
How do you intend to play your Synth (as in, describe HOW you will act/play your Synth and what support roles you’ll mainly focus on, what is your synthetics quirk)?: Cargo and Engineering Support is what I'll be tackling mostly. For quirks, I'm not entirely sure yet, but a simulated sense of smugness is definitely on the menu.
How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO): Been here since the Sulaco was sterile white, I can handle most anything.
Why should we whitelist you?: For the same reason, the server is here, entertainment and RP interactions. I think I can at least bring some mildly decent RP into the fold while I'm playing.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?: Don't think so.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? Negative.
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? Yep, rules that aren't enforced aren't rules.
