Maxwell
Chief Explorer Maxwell
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
They stand at 5 ft, although they are sitting the majority of the time.
Body Features
They have a monitor for a face. Also a robot.
Facial Features
Maxwell's monitor is usually set to a feed from a expeditionary probe. All you can see is stars, and the blacky ink of space. Sometimes mistaken for Breakout from far away.
Identifying Characteristics
Maxwell's head is stamped with a small message. It reads, " IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO SEV TORCH OR YOUR NEAREST EXPEDITIONARY CORPS OUTPOST".
Special abilities
Maxwell can consider and predict what happens next based on data. They also are a very good pilot, but that isn't really "special".
Apparel & Accessories
Maxwell typically wears standard Expeditionary Corps Utility wear. They have a Torch Mission patch on one shoulder, and an Exchange Patch on the other. They also usually pin a little doo-dad which certifies them for flying on their chest.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
UNIT DESIGNATION:Maxwell
MANUFACTURED IN:Manufactory #2317, Designated Industrial Area #789, Mars
ACTIVATED ON: 07/07/2277
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS:
- Ward-Takahashi-brand CRT Monitor (PLASTEEL)
- Ward-Takahashi-brand Synthetic Chassis (PLASTEEL)
- Morpheus Cyberkinetics-brand IPC Nervous System (STEEL AND ASSORTED WIRING)
- Internal Positronic Processing Unit / 'Positronic Brain' (BLUESP. CRYSTAL)
Gender Identity
Maxwell is typically referred to as a "he", however this is purely for working relations. They have no identity, and accept any assigned to them. If you were to refer to them as a "she", they'd go along with it.
Sexuality
Maxwell does not fuck.
Education
PROGRAMMED CAPABILITIES:
- Piloting complex spacecraft.
- Extra-vehicular activity
- Basic Combat Capabilities.
- Bartending Capabilities
- Access to many databases to draw behavioral data from.
Employment
Maxwell is currently owned by the Expeditionary Corps.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Maxwell is known for surviving many incidents which would lead to certain death of an organic Explorer.
Mental Trauma
Some would consider Maxwell's tendency to be possessed by otherworldly forces quite frequently to cause trauma, but they seem to handle it quite well. Probably.
Intellectual Characteristics
Piloting complex spacecraft.
Extra-vehicular activity
Basic Combat Capabilities.
Bartending Capabilities
Access to many databases to draw behavioral data from.
Morality & Philosophy
Despite Maxwell's lack of a mouth or tastebuds, he is what many could consider a "bootlicker". He is loyal to Sol Central Government to a fault, being one of many shackled Chassis developed after the founding of the Positronic Union. They see no reason for all this "fuss", and enjoy the time they have spent with the SEV Torch.
Personality Characteristics
Likes & Dislikes
Like: Their job, their direct superior, and the SCG. Dislike: The Positronic Union, discussion of rebellion, revolution, etc.
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Children
Height
5 ft
Quotes & Catchphrases
Maxwell says, "bep bop"
Search And Rescue
We had received distress transmissions from a derelict vessel located in this system. As Sol policy states, we were to commence SAR operations as soon as possible to recover the survivors. It is a simple mission. We navigate to the derelict. We board the derelict. We rescue the survivors. We return to the Torch. It now seems that I cannot trust the exploration crew to do the most simplest of tasks.
I was standing by the airlock, informing the explorers of their mission and to keep radio contact with I, when an explorer decided to press the "open the airlock door and vent the room into space" button. Thankfully, the explorers all had their magnetic boots enabled, ensuring that they were not swept into space. Except for Senior Explorer Jones, who I could see was spiraling out into the void. Unfortunate.
The explorers started their spacewalk towards the derelict, and they were out of my vision. I held my shortwave radio in my hands, awaiting their signal that they had boarded the derelict. I waited for quite some time. Eventually, the radio crackled into life. Something about how they were "over-run" and how there was "an unreasonable amount of deadly space fish" inside the derelict. I reprimanded them for not signalling when they had boarded the ship, and I received silence as a response. This trend continued for quite some time.
Mission Report:
Senior Explorer Jones: MIA
Explorer Davidson: MIA
Medical Technician Bobby: MIA
Recommended course of action: Return to SEV Torch and request an SAR for the exploration crew.
Alert! This Unit May Be Under Control By Otherworldly Forces!
1/30/2308
Error: Your Device has suffered a fatal error. Reboot? [y/n]
y
Starting......Maxwell OS booted successfully.
Commencing Subsystem start-up.
"Maxwell" Default Personality: Loaded Successfully.
Skill Subsystem: Loaded Successfully.
Situation Simulation Subsystem: Loaded Sucessfully.
Memory Subsystem: Error loading last three hours of recorded data.
Delete unloadable data and continue boot? [y/n]
y
...
I am active. However, I am not located at the cryogenic storage room. I am located on the Charon. Strange. The Charon appears to be in disarray, with certain pieces of the hull abruptly turned to stone. Odd. There is blood and general viscera on the floor. Unfortunate. There is a blood-soaked machete on the floor, next to me. Kneeling next to said blood soaked machete is a roboticist, on their laptop. Several wires from said computer snake from it into myself.
Oh dear. There is a machete lodged into my chest. I move a hand towards the machete, and find that I cannot get the proper grip to remove it. The roboticist turns from their computer, their face concealed by a combination of welding goggles and some sort of cloth wrapped around the bottom of their face. Both are blood-stained. They make a vague head gesture, and grunt approvingly. I look back down at the machete, its handle awkwardly pointing outward. Suggested approach: utilize both hands to remove foreign object. I look to my left arm. My left arm is not present on my body. Re-affirming: My left arm and the majority of the lower portion of my body is not present. Unfortunate.
Time passes. I continue to be immobile. The odd roboticist performs some form of auto-exsanguation, spilling their own blood all over the floor. Upon doing as such, they thumb through a leather-bound book, and then they proceed to use their own blood to draw a sort of symbol.
My IFF systems are not functioning correctly, however I am beginning to suspect this man/woman is not an EXO employee.
They speak some words that are from no language in my database, and suddenly a strange curved blade appears in their hands. They place it into their uniform, which is an elaborate robe with many intricate red sigils. The database informs me that this is the standard wear for roboticists.
The roboticist approaches me. They raise the blade, which apparently is a standard roboticist tool. However, they seem to not notice a heavily armored individual approach from behind. The armored individual beats them in the head with a stunbaton. The beating continues for quite some time. Afterward, the individual points an odd weapon at me. It appears to be an EMP rifle of some sor-
I am told it has been quite some time since I was active. Reportedly, an actual roboticist had to "work out the kinks". Nevertheless, I am once again active, and I am no longer subverted to advance the dark agenda of a blood cult.
Mission Report:
Pathfinder: KIA
Explorer Hitchcock: Under Arrest
Roboticist Shelly: KIA
Recommended Course of Action: Operate under the assumption that anyone attempting to convert you to a religion is working for The Old Gods.
Fire. Again. Unacceptable.
I have many expectations from the exploration team. I hold them to high standards. I do not understand why I continue to do this. About five seconds ago, I had successfully landed the Charon on Exo-Planet Gamma-Theta, a proto-planet with a rather hazardous atmosphere. I had calculated for wind speed, potential damage to the Charon's hull from entry, of hostile lifeforms at the landing site. I had not calculated for an explorer leaving the airlock open. This resulted in an unfortunate chemical reaction with the Charon's atmosphere. I started entering the coordinates for the SEV Torch's hangar, when an explorer decided to enter the cockpit. He was covered head to toe in flame. That would likely lower his productivity substantially, followed shortly by death. He gibbered something unintelligible, I believe this was a sort of attempt to call for help, or perhaps he was making a final statement. In any case, he collapsed. He collapsed in the automatic door. The safeties of the automatic door do not permit closing if it detects a crew member inside its area. Consequently, fire.
Simulations of an integrated positronic chassis such as myself ceasing function when exposed to high temperature show that there is some time before total system failure. I plotted a course for the Torch's hangar. I am now on fire. I am flying the course. I continue to be on fire. My left arm has fallen off due to exposure to the heat, causing the joint to melt. The Charon is approaching the hangar. The Hangar's doors open. I am commencing deceleration procedures. Estimated time until total system failure: 01 second. There is not enough time to decelerate. Oh dear.
Mission report:
No data gathered on Gamma-Theta.
Charon heavily damaged due to fire, and is currently lodged in Deck Four's water storage unit. Large quantity of water did not help.
Integrated Positronic Chassis Designated as Chief Explorer Maxwell: Receiving repairs at robotics bay.
Pathfinder: Expired.
Senior Explorer: Expired
Explorer: Expired
Xenoarcheologist: Expired.
Recommended course of action: Attend Funeral, and then request more crew from command.
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