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YA

(#28355520)

Level 1 Coatl

Familiar

Platewing Sphinx

Energy: 31/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

8.06 m

Wingspan

7.86 m

Weight

1076.58 kg

Genetics

White
Iridescent

Carmine
Butterfly

Obsidian
Glimmer

Hatchday

Nov 08, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Ice
Glowing

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Diamant
Iku

Offspring

Biography

Y .X△ .
The Yottabyte Array

[img]buy me art lol[/img]
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unfeeling • robotic • intelligent

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FL/GHT Information Faction:
"In charge of procuring information and securing contacts throughout Sornieth. [...] Dragons in this faction must have an eye for detail and be able to keep FL/GHT constantly up-to-scratch in terms of reliable information, whether by establishing contacts from info-brokers, travelling Sornieth for a grasp of the local rumours, and be able to verify said information's accuracy." - FL/GHT Database

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yeet yeet yeet

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"My dear Miss Glory, Robots are not people. They are mechanically more perfect than we are, they have an astounding intellectual capacity, but they have no soul."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~–Karel Capek

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xXINITIATING...

RECORDING #4567.23429 - LOCATION DATA: ROTROCK RIM, SCARRED WASTELAND - CLAN DESIGNATION: PESTILENT GARDENS - LOADING... LOADING...

"The Voice of Disease found this on the edge of Mother's territory. Voice of the Storm, we have determined this is your Flight's work, most likely, will you... do us the honor of examining it? The Plague Doctor believes it could be an asset. I... have my doubts."

"I could tinker with it, possibly."

"Oh no, that was no request, that was an order. We await your report on the benefits of this... thing. And please, do hurry, there are so many better things for me to be doing than overseeing you playing around with some golem or another." The first Skydancer in the recording spreads her wings and lifts off the ground with grace, producing a pleasing clinking noise as she does, her wings and body adorned with what appear to be trinkets of unknown origins, small bottles, and skulls. A priestess, perhaps? A merchant?

The second Skydancer, known, it seems, as the Voice of the Storm, approaches the camera, looking at Y△ with some combination of annoyance and intrigue, beginning to examine the Coatl's false feathers and the pulsating light coming from just behind them. The text at the bottom of the screen on which you view this interaction displays a running log of what appears to be happening in the video, with "Actuator Core status: 100%" showing as the Skydancer prods the area gently with a gilded nail.

END RECORDING.

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profile by epher #101073, lore by Xarina, FL/GHT graphics by Missy #451095

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xXORIGINS

WARNING: BACKUP SYSTEMS ENGAGED.

It's a feminine voice, as if someone had decided to add a hint of humanity to what would otherwise be cold, unfeeling, dark. It didn't do much, that slight pitch difference, other than to make "her" cries ever so slightly less monotone.

WARNING: SYSTEMS AT 30%. WARNING: HEAVY SYSTEMS DAMAGE.

She shouldn't even be here, not really. Her work was in the Project headquarters, hooked up to several machines, parsing data from several more. Her intent was to be a central information unit, both collecting and interpreting intelligence, raw data, and anything Project threw at her. And now? Now her systems were teetering on the edge of total failure, the harsh gleam of her two "eyes" were beginning to flicker, and no matter how many times the speakers on her body blared the message "WARNING: HEAVY REPAIRS REQUIRED FOR PROPER FUNCTION. WARNING: SYSTEMS AT 26%," no one was coming to repair her. All because Project had decided to push their luck.

The lifelike Coatl automaton was not designed to take FL/GHT head-on, and altering some code on some internal drive would never have been enough to change that. It was not in her source programming, and as the Medics of FL/GHT looked at the shattered pieces of what seemed to be the most advanced information technology they had seen to date, they knew that whatever fool's errand it had been to attempt to make her a battle-ready agent was going to be an incredible boon to the resistance effort... if they could repair her.

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And so it began. Pulling Ashe's arrows from in between miniature sleek metal "feathers," welding over clear slashes from the blades of the children of FL/GHT, and spending so long first attempting to understand and then repair the marvel of modern technology that was the Yottabyte △rray. They had begun to call her by that name, something engraved on one of the many connected motherboards within her systems - "Yottabyte △rray 2.395" welded onto "Yottabyte △rray 2.396" - and, as they worked on her in between emergency cases and the occasional reboot of friends and family within the FL/GHT junkyard, they found themselves becoming... attached. Sure, the occasional side-eye from the Diplomacy faction would make them question the integrity of bringing back one of Project's latest inventions - "If you can't align its interests with FL/GHT, what will that do to our image, or worse, our people?" - but the questions could do little to dissuade the Innovators and Engineers as they repaired the brand new prototype.

SYSTEMS... ON... LINE...

How many had been sent to the Scrapper for having lost "System Designation: Y△" in the depths of the junkyard, and in a battle with the rusted resistance, no less? Was the latest Actuator core design used in her final repair a remnant of one of those punished for her presumed destruction at the hands of FL/GHT that day? More uncomfortable questions such as these arose with every fix the Medics engaged in, every rescue they revived, every technological development. But in this moment, as Y△'s speakers indicated her connection to Sornieth once more, there were only cheers from the depths of the junkyard.

"And what network, exactly, is she connected to?" the sharp voice of ROM, one half of a previous data processing model and now co-leader of FL/GHT's intelligence unit, cut through the celebrations like a knife. If anyone would know about this, it was he and RAM, and he seemed coldly aware of something the others were not. Or maybe it was that this draconic construct, unlike he and RAM, had been engineered to be both halves of the process without the need for the pain and separation and memory loss and-- no, not like that, he couldn't think like that. No, this one was in a worse state, in many ways, for as he looked her over, he realized that the way he had come to love RAM, the way he had made decisions for himself and she for herself, all of the things that made them individuals... were not here. This creature was all metal and lights and wires and sleek, beautiful, glorious emptiness. It seemed Project had learned from their mistakes with RAM and ROM. And now that the Y△ prototype was reconnected, they might well be aware that she had not been truly lost.

Recognition flashed in the eyes of some of the Innovators. Surely it was the FL/GHT network she had locked into, right? They had been so sure that they had programmed her to do so... but what about those aspects that had remained intact after the latest attack? The pieces of her that were not toyed with for fear of destroying her completely? There was a guilt that hovered over them, then, a deep uncertainty of actions they had, not moments before, been certain were the proper ones to take.

CONNECTION HUB: FL/GHT SERVER 005. DATA BACKUP 1: UNKNOWN. DATA BACKUP 2: UNKNOWN. DATA BACKUP 3: FL/GHT SERVER 009. DATA BACKUP 4: FL/GHT SERVER 002. DATA BACKUP 5: UNKNOWN...

Impressive, how many potential servers she continued to list, in excess of the number FL/GHT had at their disposal. Concerning, how so many remained unknown, even versus the amount that were listed as "unconnected." Unsettling, too, how the command "disconnect from all unknown servers" was met with that mockery of a feminine voice stating "ERROR - COULD NOT DISCONNECT FROM SERVER TYPE: 'UNKNOWN.'"

She was too great a risk.
She was too great an asset.
Project would surely be coming for her.
She was needed in the fight against Project.
She would lead to the deaths of many.
She would allow for the rescue of many more.

And within the circuits and wires and meticulously designed outer shell, nearly indistinguishable from a living, breathing Coatl, the Yottabyte △rray simply recorded her saviors determining her fate with empty, brightly shining eyes.

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