Frontiers and Pioneers (sci-fi, NSFW(violence,possible teases), robots)

Our understanding of technology went through immense upheaval with the introduction of the synthbrain, for the first time ever, circuitry was equal to a ten pound hunk of grey cells, from there it was a quick evolution, the warm blooded species were joined by the coolant blooded reptiloids, machines that can, and by legislation should, be called truly alive, our loving little siblings who would sooner risk their own unmaking than letting us come to harm.
 
shortly after, “lesser” Machines saw a new industrial standard as well, insectoids, server controlled and the smartest among them about equal to a dog or other animal, they became the new pets, or in swarms the new menial labor.  
Paired with our new knowledges on technology was a new burst of expansion, for not only had our population doubled, our workforce had more than quadrupled. a three wave system had been introduced
 
-the first wave would be our reptiloid friends and a workforce of insectoids, as neither are bothered by the passage of time they can land on their suitable world whenever and install the homing beacon for ftl travel, as well as begin terraforming work and the heavy lifting of colonization.  
-the second wave wuld be the colonists, organic scientists, engineers, administrators, security personnell etc, they would see the colony thrive, the planet studied and fully surveyed and decisions about new cities made.  
-finally the third wave, the civilian workforce, citizens, bakers, barkeepers, all the amenities of the modern world, introduced on a new planet integrated into our society.
 
it all went well for centuries, breakthroughs increase efficiency, social engineering keeps us from becoming the pampered pets of our synth brothers, and most recently, the line between organic and synth blurred nearly out of existance, as both a rise of cybernetics and a new concept of synthetic organs and flesh, introduce the biosynths, such as my personal assistant and bodyguard.
 
and honestly in the grand scheme it is still going well, there is no looming collapse even on the distant horizon. just a few everyday problems… and at tiems glitches in the system, such as the one i’m being sent to investigate.
 
I am administrator Amy Miyura, and for some reason the diode brains in charge of setting up my colony stopped answering, if i go there and find out they were preoccupied with videogames i am smashing them.
 
gonna be chacking the sheets of my crew soon, time for our second wave to get there and see what’s wrong.
 
sheet:  
Rank: administrator (colony head honcho, colonies are technically corporate dictatorships, mainly to keep decisionmaking fast, administrators usually remain in office for life.)  
Name: Amy Miyura  
Description(or pic):>>1976  
The tall Jackal with the ceremonial mace (that has been reinforced and filled with tech to back a proper wham as needed)  
Red hair forming a bit of a mane and if you get lucky enough to see her back you’d see a white marking on it  
Notes: leads the most recent settlement effort and keeps the second wave running things as smoothly as possible,  
also proud owner of the first “organic synth” prototype.  
expects respect from her surroundings and dare you if you don’t show it.  
Quote (optional): “There’s exactly one rule on my Colony, don’t fuck with Amy. and a second one, being a dumbass will be its own punishemt, because it will kill you.”

Name: Sada  
Age: 27  
Species: Dragon/AI  
Gender: Female  
Appearance: lewd pic ahead 8’2, wears a full suit of flexible armor made of an unknown substance  
Personality: curious, caring yet vey easily made into a cold murderous machine.  
Notes: regardless of being an AI she has mostly biological construction. her bones are a highly resistant metal, her need to eat or drink is lacking, however some form of intake is required to keep her biological parts functioning.

Name: Rameshvara V. Katalin
 
Handles: Ram, Katalin, Valerianus, Val
 
Rank: Research & Development
 
Description: Whole-brain emulation of an undisclosed species uploaded within a masculine shark-like synth body. Compared to what little said of his original form, he claims to’ve traded up in physique, synthetically masked to appear young in his mid-twenties with grey, slightly reddish requiem-like skin & a long thresher-like tail.
 
His body is an “Exocet” selachimorph; a synth model hardened to survive condensed physics-altering degrees of inertial force experienced in extreme acceleration. Numerous after-factory cybernetics enduing additional senses & cognitive enhancements have also been subtly integrated, with a few even falling into legally dubious areas, including a ‘‘hot core’’ security-grade cyberbrain kernel-patched with various “skillsofts” & “pathotronics”.
 
Finally, while his head, neck, & torso are braced by synthetic bone, the arms & legs are supported by a frame of artificial cartilage reinforced by a self-repairing mosaic of Carbon-Boron-Nitrogen ‘‘tesserae’’, resulting in limbs that are near-unbreakable and sturdy, yet still pliant enough to non-destructively bend under enough force.
 
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Notes: At one point was merely a 20-something drudge living a quiet life many centuries ago. In the natural order of things he would’ve lived, died, & his personal achievements would’ve eventually faded with him, with one notable exception: Rameshvara V. Katalin was one of the first sapient test subjects for synthbrain connectome architecture imaging. His last pre-reinstantiated memory was being lured & coaxed by an attractive wunderkind professor & her interns to lie still while wired up to a strange machine, before suddenly getting barraged with an overloading maelstrom of bizarre sensory input.
 
When he was re-instanced a century later within the virtual simulspace servers of Preserved Connectomics Limited, & given his first orientation by a “CAIS” (lowtech “comprehensive AI service”) donated as a personal assistant for life, he found that the future was the world he always wanted to live in. He would soon later discover though that he’d be assigned into indentured servitude to defray the steep costs of recovering him out of ancient hard drives, & so for whole subjective millennia trapped in time-accelerated virtual labs of a subsidiary’s R&D robotics division, he’d toiled away under the tutelage & authority of the now-immortalized professor who had effectively enslaved him.
 
In the last decade Rameshvara has been finally released from his indentureship, only to discover he was locked in a second near-forgotten yet non-complete contract with other employers now trailblazing space colonization. Unable to earn his own credits, but at least now corporeal, he’s taken solace in that his new occupation pushes him to diversify into new fields and frontiers.
 
 
Roleplaying/Motivations: [^ Science] [^ Power] [v ‘‘Carbrey…’’ ]
 
Millennia of slaving away in time-accelerated simulspace labs, as well as frequent “forking” & “re-integrations” has left him somewhat unbalanced; occasionally he fantasizes blueprints for doomsday devices or super-soldiers. In an attempt to avoid these destructive fantasies, he’s grown accustomed to keeping himself evened out with “pathotronic” cyberbrain algorithms, resulting in a more gleeful personality, that while a bit unsettling, doesn’t have unproductive & intrusive thoughts, such as seeking to weaponize vacuum-materialized antimatter to destroy perceived enemies. While some worry what damage he would be capable of if turned loose, others fear what precisely Rameshvara may’ve been mentored & used by his former employer for.
 
 
Quote: “They say madness is rampant in this sort of career. Some have even personally called me mad…”
 
“And why?” ^%ô_ó%
 
“Because I dared to dream of my own new race of Amazonian goddesses, celestial giantesses with herculean strength and Olympian forms, with hearts burning hotter than thermonuclear fire, that’d feast upon nebulae for sustenance, AND-” Wanders off from the listener, continuing on in his rambling tirades out the door.

 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
(yeh there might be more later. these aren’t so much main characters as they are just supplements to whatever the fug I got goin’ on. sort of like background characters, but with enough interest in them to give them sheets, as they’ll be reoccurring)

@EclecticInspiration  
(well, synths, at least the reptiloid kind are basically citizens, and not even second class, so i hope she can stay civil.)
 
(the mixture of rent a militiaman and technician on the other hand is excellent. i could include survivalist elements if one such character is made, but it’s no problem to me if that’s not the case.)

@Coriolanus  
(organic shark anthros are technically not a thing, but i’ll pretend he just remembers that wrong, it HAS been a long time for him.)

@Cerebrate  
(She’s less like Gavin Reed and more like someone who’s seen how tech can go wrong; also, some of it is my interest in security having shown me why technology is a bad solution for security >.> am somewhat reflecting that in her, as well)
 
(I’m glad to hear it; that’s the part I was having doubts about. Also survival isn’t rlly needed, but I’m not opposed to it if it happens. I won’t ask for it tho.)

@EclecticInspiration  
(reptiloids are in the force, but just in addition to the partner pairs and otherwise in helper or protector roles, so generally those concerns are addressed in security.)
 
(i’d need some kind of pathfinder character for that, player controlled that is.)

@Cerebrate  
(I’ve no problem with that; as far as I’m concerned, they’re flawless. As far as she’s concerned, the problem isn’t addressed enough, but that’s a fault of hers.)
 
(I have none, as I have never played ;-;)

@EclecticInspiration  
(well, can she be reasonable about that kind of thing or is it just gonna be awkward all throughout?)
 
(not the pathfinder rpg by the way.)

@Cerebrate  
(Depends on the circumstance; bit of column A, bit of column B, but she won’t be unreasonable. She won’t throw a hissy fit if she’s near one that’s armed)
 
(OH HEY I getcha now)

@EclecticInspiration  
(good, because so far she’s one of two organic crew officers and Amy herself is a big synth fan.)

@Cerebrate  
(Hmm. Yeh, that’d make things awkward, but I’m sure it’ll turn out well. Standing by for when y’all are ready)

@Cerebrate  
(sheet adjusted.) %^{( [removed terribad japanese translation of “all things change in a dynamic environment” >_<] )}%

(Lets get the thread moving. If others were gonna sign up theyd have done it. We can always let others in later.

@Jinx  
(yeah. come to think of it how many active players DO we have here?)
 
@all:  
Amy had finally gotten tired of filling the officer positions, not that there were many that needed to be filled in the first place, between herself and Sada as her assistant the administrative side was covered, the crazy robo shark scientist did have a multimillenial resume to show for his mental ordeals and Riggs keeping the security rookies in line they should have little trouble setting up.
 
Amy: “attention all hands for second wave “new scandia” remember to pack for boreal cold weather and get your butts on the “Eriksson” just because it’s a garden world doesn’t mean setting up will be a picnic.”

@Cerebrate  
sada was assisting with system checks in the cockpit, running through every system on the Eriksson and running engine test fires

@Cerebrate
 
Olive meanwhile will be dealing with her grunts, having required they pack the day before, assigning who will do what. “-and Jess, I want you to watch the door while we board. We shouldn’t have any stowaways but admin might have an anuerism if someone got on that shouldn’t. Our kit should be on board already, so I think we’re good to go. Dismissed.”  
She’ll head aboard, along with those she’s just addressed; they all need to drop their things off, after all.
 
(I hope this is okie)

@EclecticInspiration  
(actually Amy would welcome the stowaway, and the things that could be done to someone that according to the computer is on another planet.)
 
the boarding for the security went like a well oiled clockwork.
 
Amy: “I see your file didn’t oversell you, Riggs.”

@Cerebrate  
(Tru for that, but that isn’t very motivating to watch for irritants)
 
“I’d hope it didn’t- that’d be a security problem,” she jokes. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” she extends a hand in greeting, “I’ll do my best for this trip and so will my folks in vests if I can help it.”

@EclecticInspiration  
Amy: “that’s why i requested you, i should mention that my own assistant is a biosynth, and our research officer a shark droid housing an uploaded mind. if you wish to keep a close eye on the latter, feel free to assign additional guards to watching him, i’m not entirely convinced his time in the think tank hasn’t driven him up the walls.”

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Cerebrate  
the intercom pinged on
 
30 minutes till dustoff people. Get it strapped down, put up, and strapped in by t minus 10 or youre SOL.

@Jinx  
“always a stickler for tight schedules, see you later.”
 
with that she left for the cockpit.
 
“hope everyone stocked up on luxuries, it’ll be a while before those follow.”

@Cerebrate  
With that thought in mind, Riggs does assign more folks, having readied some auxiliaries just in case. With that, she enters the ship and goes to check out her facilities- both job-related and off-duty.

@Cerebrate  
Out the windows, the scientist can be seen, and heard, shepherding a small convoy of crate-like bots reluctant to take themselves aboard.
 
Before Rameshvara finally sets foot unto the ship, one crate-bot makes a break for it past him down the vessel’s brow, before suddenly getting entangled by something fired from a handgun the scientist had casually drawn and aimed. As the immobilized bot teeters slightly, the scientist merely continues on, yanking back the hapless machine making an audible clatter against the boarding ramp, then drags it along with him up unto the ship.