OMEN-13 -- SRO Nanocyte Mercenary

[TheWordWeaver]

Basic Information

Name: OMEN-13

Gender: Masculine

Race: SRO

Class: Nanocyte

Theme: Mercenary

Home Planet: The Diaspora

Character Sheet: Omen-13

Combat Role: Frontline damage, adaptable fighter, mild battlefield control.

Skill Role: Pilot, secondary support.

Description

A strapping SRO, OMEN-13 could be more or less described as a walking weapon. His exterior is a hard black metal that protects his internal systems. Layered with lighter areas of grays in a camo pattern, many heat marks, and kinetic impacts work their way across his person. OMEN looks the part of a machine built to harm, his friendly demeanor would say otherwise. Through the openings in his body, an untold amount of nano-machines can sometimes be seen skittering underneath his exterior, a streak of silver against the dark metal.

For the most part, OMEN-13 keeps himself clean if only for the sake of the smelling apparatus of his fleshy companions. 

Personality

One wouldn't be wrong in assuming him to be a brute, truly OMEN is gentle to those that are not a danger to him or his fellows. To others, OMEN-13 is an unapologetic, remorseless Swiss army knife of ways to subdue his enemies. This was a part of his original reason for being created, what they did not expect was a militarized can opener manifesting a consciousness. Being a sentient machine means that he is about as complicated as any carbon or otherwise based life form, and his mannerisms show that. Though he feels no hunger and his throat never dries OMEN still does these things to fit in. A byproduct of working closely with lifeforms that required sustenance to survive.

OMEN is brutally honest, lying had never been his strong suit and he never felt fear of telling his superiors when they had made the wrong choice. His thoughts and moves are calculated, and his analytical nature is only sometimes overridden during high-stress situations where his instincts take over.

Background

OMEN-13 does not remember much of his life before gaining a soul beyond being a bodyguard for the miners of The Diaspora. The purpose of his original creation was to defend the miners against any pirates or other threats that would present themselves. OMEN-13 did this well, very well in fact. Things changed when his eyes were finally opened, and if asked what it felt like OMEN would say. "It felt like a switch being flipped on for the first time." The lights had been turned on and showed no signs of going out again. When others found out, his name was quickly given to him. OMEN. A symbol for the miners he had protected and a symbol to those that he had put down during his service. His time on Diaspora did not last much longer after this, the mining operations had come to a halt, work slowed and OMEN felt boredom for the first time. With his newfound freedom and longing for something new OMEN boarded a passing ship and left, searching for new horizons.

His journey brought him across many different people, some for the better and others not, he learned to form weapons and items from his body. He worked what jobs he could find with his skillset, small guard jobs, and whatever else he could find. With his Doshko and ways of producing weapons from what seemed like thin air OMEN was a formidable fighter and could adapt to any situation. He used these to his advantage and eventually landed a job in a neighboring system escorting some rich merchants to a planet he had not heard of called Kehtaria. He was told of the dangers that the planet held, Azlanti military among other things but he did not refuse, feeling that the money would be well worth any dangers.

 

That job wasn't without its troubles as their ship was attacked by pirates during the last leg of their journey. OMEN and his fellow mercenaries who had been hired entered into combat against the miscreants as they boarded the merchant ship. The exchange of Plasma fire and melee fighting lasted all but 5 minutes. With both sides taking casualties the pirates were forced to retreat and OMEN was handsomely rewarded for his bravery and even offered a permanent position as a hired muscle which he happily took. Yet still, late at night OMEN could not help but think back on those he could not save, the people he had formed friendships with that didn't see him as just a machine. Every night he repeated their names, ensuring he would never forget them and honor their memory.

 

That had been 3 years ago and now he had overheard from his employer about a Drift Crisis, multiple beacons entering our system, and the like. Then there was the arrival of Vesk operatives that settled operations in Atuity, among others. The Azlanti Forces had been enough to deal with already before the militant Vesk arrived, conquerers feigning peace against an already oppressive empire that saw beings like OMEN as little more than slave labor. If he had the choice he would cut his own path through the overgrowth of Kehtaria, but he had pledged himself to the Merchant's Union that his employer was a part of, a fair trade he had thought at the time in exchange for the pay that came along with it. Secretly though OMEN has been seeking a way to free himself of any bindings, but first he must deal with those that would subjugate him.

Some things never changed.

 

 

Edited June 2, 2022 by TheWordWeaver (see edit history)

[Peff]

Excited to see this. SROs are one of those species that make me think "Yup, that's Starfinder"

[TheWordWeaver]

Thanks! The race is just too cool and Nanocyte seemed like a no brainer. Now just need to 'flesh' him out.

[TheWordWeaver]

@Peff I believe OMEN-13 is all done!