Full Name: Security Droid Model BZE2-1853-3322.
Nicknames and Pseudonyms: BZE, Beazy.
Age: Unknown.
Years Out of Service: 5.
Birth Date:
Homeworld: N/A (Die Wache Corps' factory asteroid).
Significant Relations and Affiliations: Castor James Shirley, previously Die Wache Corps. A slew of underworldly sorts that come in handy on occasion.
Bonds, Obligations, Debts, and Warrants: DWC never officially gave them leave to "retire," but never put out a notice for their recapture on account of that would be admitting they fucked up. CJ promised they were going to run away together. They have a handful of outstanding warrants on various stations.
Appearance: BZE's carapace is just humanoid enough to be vaguely reassuring - it's easier to trust your life with something that at least has all the right limbs in all the right places. Their body is a mix of plastoid and metal, with more flexible areas made up necessarily of high grade silicon. LEDs dotted at various points around the body identify tiny sensors and cameras, and shift in color to indicate mood.
They've had a paint job since leaving DWC, and a few modifications done to look a little less obvious, but while their model type is by now several years outdated, anyone familiar with the unit would likely recognize them just by squinting hard enough. The built-in gun arms are a dead giveaway, although all serial numbers BZE could reach have since been painstakingly removed.
Personality: It's unclear whether it's the droid's flat tone or intentional, but they come off as snarky, and somewhat darkly sarcastic more often than is perhaps appropriate. They do have emotions, though - many, complicated ones, that they are not always comfortable with.
Having 'grown up' killing people for a 'living,' their AI developed ways to cope that might be considered unhealthy in a human, but for BZE, seem like a pretty reasonable nonchalance towards death. What, you can't just reboot? Sad.
They were designed to be protective, and occasionally resent the fact - particularly right now, finding themself both in love with a dumb, squishy human, and incredibly pissed at him.
Strengths, Talents, Abilities: They have gun arms. Guns. In their arms. Gun. Arms. They are also proficient in the use of most modern small arms, as well as a variety of larger weapons not intended for individual use. Capable of lifting, throwing, and cronching many times their weight.
They have a gyroscopic center of balance that gives them an eerily too perfect gait, as well as unnaturally steady aim.
Can access the wonders of the internet with a thought - barring connection issues.
Speaks fluently the most common languages of the system, including several programming and machine-based ones. Can quickly and easily obtain translations otherwise, but the data tends to be less complete the less common the language, and translations get rougher along the way.
Weaknesses and Fears: As a completely inorganic technobeing, they can be hacked or remotely shut down, have fail-safes and overrides, and yes, can get viruses.
Needs to charge for a few hours once every 24-hour cycle or so - someone thought it would be clever to keep them on a human schedule. Any 'injuries' will not heal on their own and require repairs that can get expensive depending on the part. Most things, they can fix or at least triage themself, but they do have a preferred mechanic. It's just unfortunate he's an inconsiderate coward.
Being an inorganic entity with feelings is rough. While their AI system is relatively advanced, being crafted with the intent of easing the concerns of those they were ordered to protect, they weren't really meant to achieve the level of self-awareness or sentience that they've reached. They certainly weren't intended to operate on their own, and this fact occasionally shines through in moments when they are faced with making decisions for themself.
History: Die Wache Corps has made a name for itself across the known 'verse providing the most competent, high-end private security around. Their droids are unmatched in the business, and extremely expensive.
Which is why when a few models started to go 'haywire' about five years back, they buried the evidence as deeply as possible. The entire BZE2 line was recalled and scrapped, and they pumped PR through every available venue touting a newer, more advanced model. Sure, they had to put it out a hell of a lot sooner than they wanted, but it was preferable over risking anymore incidents.
BZE still has memories of before the inhibitor chip started to fritz, but the ones after are those that matter, as far as they are concerned.
After they shot three men in the back, thereby securing their freedom - three men who, mind you, were fully expecting them to be watching those backs, not blowing neatly edged, dinner plate-sized holes in them - BZE spent a good three years bopping around the system. A few body mods and a coat of paint helped to distinguish them at a glance from the recalled model, but what they found after some time on their own was that Die Wache Corps would prefer not to draw attention to their fuckup by chasing down a defunct model. If it went under the radar, all the better.
And they did. They took little jobs here and there to buy passage, charge station rentals, the occasional upgrade - and eventually, just to keep busy. Something to do with their hands, whether it was liberating some precious cargo, or putting down the occasional bounty (largely without thought given to the why), BZE found they had a number of skills that people would pay good money for.
Then, they met Castor (Rose introduced?). BZE didn't know what it meant to want to spend time with a human they didn't owe and who didn't owe them, and so it came as something of a shock to the system to find that, beyond all logic, they had fallen for one. He was dumb, and brash, and childish - but also warm, exuberant, and so many more things BZE found they couldn't wait to learn about. Luckily, he was full of stories, and they listened eagerly to every one.
And...told a few of their own. Castor was the first human BZE found they could trust, who so earnestly didn't want anything from them more than the time on their robotic hands. They told him about where they'd come from - it was an odd feeling, wanting to share that with someone, but doing so offered its own kind of perspective. They'd come so far. The AI they were given upon creation was intended to allow them to develop a realistic sense of familiarity and sentiment toward their charges, in order to better accomplish their role as a guardian. Love wasn't in the blueprints.
As they got to know each other, taking the occasional odd job here and there to keep up with rent, the human's habits - who knew food was so expensive? - and docking fees at charging stations, they grew closer.. And eventually, it became clear that the feelings BZE was discovering were, unexpectedly, mutual. They made plans to take the first transport off station they could find, and even managed to book passage with a ship that would pay them!
And then Castor left without them.
Anything Else: Is not a sexbot.