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Wildstar Medic/Resonator Heacanon
[EDIT: I forgot one of the neater ones! Added!] So I’ve been mulling on this for a while, and I think it’s worth sharing! I’m really into figuring out reasons why things work in fantasy/sci-fi settings, and recently while RPing my medic I started thinking about the mechanics of the resonators. Here’s what I’ve decided makes sense:
The resonators have eight programmable presets.
The resonators use their own specific programming language, which is taught in medical school. My tentative name for it is AESC because I’m a dork.
More advanced or educated doctors and medics will know more advanced code and applications for this programming language. It is not a user-friendly or easily picked-up programming language by design.
The eight presets are there for ease of use in emergencies. New functions may be programmed in on the fly, but it takes time (just like in-game it takes time for you to pop up the UI and switch things out on your LAS). Obviously, medical personnel will get faster at programming in the things they use the most often.
There is a set of serviceable, but not fancy, resonators tucked into the tops of all of those round med-kits just in case someone who can use them needs them. They are pre-programmed with three or four of the most basic healing functions. The bottoms contain more traditional medical supplies such as gauze, needles, sutures, a weak laser scalpel, antibac/pain relief medisprays, and healing medisprays for minor cuts, scrapes and punctures.
The resonators were developed out of an ancient, single-use technology. Crafty medical personnel were already attempting to create multi-use, handheld devices to incorporate many of the new technologies being developed. These were successful, but the iconic design of those ancient and easily-recognized “defib paddles” was an easy choice for merging function and familiarity into a new standard medical tool.
The advanced programmability came much later, when the resonator technology was picked up by military scientists. AESC was still used for healing purposes only at this point.
Shortly thereafter, an ethically-grey and very curious military researcher realized that if the devices were capable of healing, that meant that at their most fundamental level, they were capable of rapidly altering biological matter, period. Testing for resonators as weaponry began, still using AESC.
Harmful usages of AESC are an ethical quandary for some medical personnel. Many medical schools forbid knowledge of those usages of the code. Some personnel take pride in never having learned anything to do with the harmful side of AESC.
Neurological/psychiatric uses for AESC have been tinkered with since a few decades after its widespread adoption, but only in the last several decades has any real research been done into it. Experimentation with the neurological/psychiatric potential of the programming language is generally done by the elite few who know it inside and out.
Only one or two reliably predictable functions — reliable enough to be taught widely, anyway — have been discovered in that time. An example of one is Calm.
That’s what I have so far! If you have any other sweet medic headcanons, let’s talk about ‘em. I love medics I love tech I love ethical quandaries I love this game
aesthetically-displeasing:
Apparently, that’s not all he does.
Datachron Recording 004: auditor perl
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Damn it. Dominus. UGH. How does this -- hold on. Hold on. I
{The recording stops completely, then picks back up again with a stutter of white noise.}
Alright. I had to make sure these weren't going to upload automatically. I cannot have that auditor listening to me screw around on my datachron. I might as well just die. Seriously. My life would be over. She already knows about my mother. Ugghhh.
So yeah, this auditor mechari lady sends me a summons to appear at her office. Auditor Perl. She had a bot secretary. It offered me bolts from a bucket like they were candy. Honestly I was scared shitless because my mouth is pretty big? Like maybe I should shut up more often, because sedition is serious shit. Maybe I shouldn't be... I dunno, is it wrong that mechari make me so nervous? Mechari make everyone nervous. Are these encrypted? I should figure out how to encrypt these. Except mechari can probably crack it anyway. I don't know. Is admitting they make you nervous a crime? Shades.
Hadrian is served a summons by pixelfable's Perl to participate in an investigation of Protostar's treatment of Dominion citizens, particularly highborn Cassians. He's thrilled about her involvement... until she starts questioning his life choices.
"You could certainly benefit from some military discipline," she says while looking at his record.
"My sister's doing so well in the Legion already." He smiles, nervous. "Wouldn't want to show her up."
"Your parents didn't foster a healthy sibling rivalry? It is the most efficient way to raise competitive children."
"Oh... they did. Mother saw to that."
Perl looks up from her tablet. "And is your mother aware of your current situation?"
"No." Hadrian deflates. "...You're not going to tell her, are you?"
WildStar “Personals” Flipbook: Cassians
Cassians
Ambitions: Rule the universe. Kill Exiles. Strut. Turn-Ons: Armor polish, oppression, iron fists, classy accents. Turn-Offs: Kneeling, inferior beings, democracy, Aurin, dirty lowborn taking up the sidewalk. Slogan: “We’re Better Than You. You’re Welcome!” Favorite book: Battlefield Nexus Ideal mate: Elegant self-interested someone who shares my distastes. Secret fantasy: A stagecoach ride for two on a planet of gold skulls.
syrrinx
Datachron Recording 003
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{Hadrian sounds drunk. A large amount of white noise that sometimes resolves into music thuds in the background.}
Really though. How come... I mean. What do draken even DO when they get old? Really? Is it... I mean why. WHY. Would anybody work this job when they're old? Dominus knows I'M not gonna be doing this shit when I'M old. I'M gonna... oohhhh this is my sooongg --
[recording end: play previous | play next]
Datachron Recording 002: got a job
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Soooo I got a job.
Except it isn't a job actually, because I didn't look at their stupid paperwork when I signed up. I mean seriously, should I have? It's not impossible to expect that the gross little clones would have some respect for a highborn, right? Well apparently not because now I'm an unpaid intern for two weeks. Lesson learned: never assume anything about those little shits again. But it's fine.
Headcanon: Cassian "academic societies"
Since it's far, far into the future, I'm going to assume that Cassians have moved past the archaic concepts of separating young adults who enjoy camaraderie while pursuing academic achievement into "sororities" and "fraternities" based on outmoded gender divisions and stereotypes. They do, however, strike me as a society that would be all about prestige-based "academic" organizations. Taking the Latin word for (loosely) 'kinfolk', which is the closest thing to a gender-neutral 'sibling', they call these organizations consanguinei.
Some consanguinei actually focus on academic achievement. Some are more military or religious-oriented. Some are notorious for hosting massive parties. A select few are prestigious enough to actually aid in the career climb after school.
i’m sleepy here’s some w* art again
they’re del’s and i dont know the other persons tumblr SORRY
Naugus and Hadrian! The character is owned by syrrinx!
In which Hadrian finds out exactly what he signed up for when he waltzed into Protostar to graciously offer his services.
“Ugh. This is dense.” Flip. Flip. He can’t see Naugus’ face, but he can imagine the smug smile the draken is wearing right now. “Shades. Look at this shit. I’m… I signed up for two weeks of this?” Flip. Flip. “I can only quit if I DIE?” Flip. “If they fire me, I owe THEM money?” Flip. He’s so incredulous he actually manages to lose any trace of indignation; he is simply, purely astounded at the depth and thoroughness of the Protostar paperwork. “My two weeks are an unpaid internship to judge my capability? Naugus! What is this shit! This can’t be legal! I’ll -- I’ll go to the government! They can’t just not PAY me!”
Space. The final bruhtier.
It’s Hadrian Galerius, the Wildstar character of Syrrinxsays! I had an insane amount of fun drawing this character, because not only does he absolutely ooze personality, he’s just physically made for my style. He’s a Space Bro who comes from a wealthy Cassian family whose name he coasts on. Syrrinx is a really cool person and a great writer, so if you’re into the Wildstar roleplay scene I totally recommend you look into her and/or follow her IC blog!
This was my second commission and it was a blast, just like the first one. If you’re interested in me drawing your character for you, go on and check out my COMMISSION POST!
I also happen to have an ART BLOG which I sometimes update, if you want to follow me for my shining pixels and less so my shining personality. I’m going to be posting the lineart of this there because I loved the lines.
PS – BE SURE TO HIGH RES VIEW BECAUSE IT’S BIGGER AND ALSO NOT SMALL.
Welcome to the Shame Factory
Please allow me to refer you to Datachron Recording 001, in which Hadrian discusses this space with no trace of irony. Captions for your viewing pleasure!
Datachron Recording 001
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Is this shit even on? Ugh.
I'm so bored. Nexus is fucking boring. All the girls here are exploring or researching or in the fucking army or some other useless crap. Girls on Cassus had time to party. Bros on Cassus had time to party. Nobody has time for shit here.
Whatever, I bought a house off some peon Protostar shill so at least I have a place to crash. I made sure they built it up with some sweet Cassian architecture so everybody knows they better respect whoever lives here. Got a party patio and everything, this is gonna be SWEET. Gonna show these shitbags what a Cassus party looks like!
I gotta check my account because I'm pretty sure I'm running low after the house thing, but whatever. The lowborns on this backwards planet are pretty much clamoring for somebody to guide them, so I can probably get a desk job easy. Kick back, relax, and just let that money roll on in.
This is dumb. Hey datachron, remind me to delete this shit later. I'm so bored I'm talking to myself, ugh.
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Gonna clean this up tonight. Popped collars totally exist in distant spacefuture right
douchier, darker-skinned Imran Abbas is pretty much how this is going so far
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Name: Hadrian Galerius Age: 28 Vocation: unknown
Hadrian is the youngest child of a good, highborn family. Galerius is a good, highborn name. Actually, yeah, isn’t there a Galerius high up in the Vigilant Church? Lucius or something? He’s married to that really great Church artist Alba. He’s not that Galerius, is he?
Hadrian mumbles something noncommittal about a different Galerius.
Well there’s another one in the Church too, right? Actually, wait, they might be related. Iulian is Lucius’ son I think.
Wait, I know! There’s a Galerius in the Dominion military! An officer, I know her career is really taking off, is it that Galeri— right, okay. Different.
Sure, Hadrian.
He sure is handsome, though! And he went to med school! He graduated around… oh, uh, when did he graduate?
Hadrian mumbles something else about taking a break. Right. Totally voluntary.
At least he doesn’t live with his parents. That’s for sure. So that has to mean he’s got his own pl— uhh. Yeah, okay. Couch… surfing. Right now. While he… explores his opportunities.
He sure is handsome, though!