RK800 - Westin

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jaevestigator

Ugh, Police stations were so creepy after hours. Jae was supposed to have come in earlier, and she was only hoping that someone would still be here at this point. She could only hear the dripping of what sounded like water. And then footsteps. Oh, good, she wasn’t alone in here.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I– uh, I was supposed to come in beforehand, and I– uh..” Her voice was loud, though now she was just feeling awkward. What if she had misheard? What if whoever was here would be upset by the fact she came to ask questions when they were probably tired?

Paranoia was awful, but she was already here, she might as well try. “If I need to leave, I can.”

West hears footsteps, then a voice in the dark. He didn’t recognize it; there was no way they were authorized to be here at this hour. Frankly, neither was he, though androids were granted a bit more lenience with regards to trespassing than humans.

He listened as he rose to his feet, considering his next move. Well the first-- for sure-- would be to put in a work order for this leak issue, LED flashing amber as he did so. 

Surveying the area, he spotted the motion of a human silhouette drawing nearer. He moved to close the distance between them, if only to prohibit her from getting any further into the station. A hand moved guidingly to her elbow as he made a move to usher her to the exit. No doubt he scared the bajeebus out of her; it wasn’t pitch dark, but it was certainly dark enough to startle someone who was already on-edge.

“I’m afraid there is no one here to assist you, currently,” he offers. “You’ll need to return tomorrow morning.”

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(Open to anyone! :^D)

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The monotonous drip-drop of water echoed through the quiet, dimly-lit after hours police office, rattling in the back of Westin’s simulated mind as he poured himself over case files searching for his partner’s next lead. Well, his too; though his primary function was to assist. That said, he was happy to go his own way, should need be...

Ter-plunk.

West lifted his head to turn his attention in full toward the source of the sound. A glint of light caught his eye-- the bright reflection of his terminal screen caught in one of the drops falling from above.

Ter-PLUNK.

He stood to cross the room to the dripping, flashlight in hand. Illuminating the tiled ceiling above, he discovered the source of the sound; the mineral fiber above bulged with water, swollen and distended as it hung by its very last thread in the buckling joists above. The puddle at the android’s feet slowly grew as he turned the light down to it, knelt, and tapped a sample of it to his tongue in an attempt to determine if it were rainwater or a burst pipe.

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corlieutencnt

Though she wasn’t necessarily nervous, Cor still worried at her lip as she looked over the files for the General Store, her head tilting, “I’m pretty sure that’ll be fine. You think we have an angle on that one? Go ahead and set it up.”

Her phone rang then, and almost as if by automatic response she picked it up and answered curtly, “Lieutenant Drake.” then, a smile crossing her features, she shook her head, “Yeah, I’ll probably be late again. I’m initiating the new guy… android? I’m not actually sure how to go about it, to be honest.”

She wasn’t trying to be rude by talking about him with West so close but… when she spoke to her husband she tended to forget everything else.

“As you wish.”

Westin sits, beginning his diligent work to file the proper forms. All a formality, of course, but nothing he minded doing. He idly eavesdropped as he worked. The Lieutenant’s discussion likely wouldn’t have bothered him even had he the ability to take offense; he assumed it was all relevant, though judging from the smile he flicked his eyes up briefly to note, it must’ve been more intimate. Her husband, he reasoned. He was almost flattered that she deemed him worth mentioning.

He would try not to keep her too late, he decided.

Once the call had ended, West offered the Lieutenant a polite smile. “Let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

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location: near a park time: close to evening availabilty: open to all 

Echo’s routine maintenance at CyberLife took longer than usual today. The technicians wanted to run an extra five diagnostic tests for reasons undisclosed—all of which turned up with negative results. There were no hiccups in its programming, no defects in its biocomponents and, of course, no noticeable deviancy from its main purpose.

The way back to Gabriel’s home was a relatively short one but it takes just over a quarter hour to reach from the city center. Echo had waited for the bus but the dedicated android section was full. So, turning around, it opted for the path through the park since it was the quickest cut.

On its new route, it noticed protesters chanting just outside a small cafe. It caught the eye of one of the people gathered but continued on its path without a second glance.

There were also police stationed nearby but they remained unengaged. No law was yet broken. 

A quick check of the time told Echo that it was running late. It was its turn to prepare dinner tonight. But as if some other force wanted it to fail its duties, Echo felt someone hit it, essentially making it drop the shopping bag it was holding. A jogger, most likely. Echo bent to pick it up just as it hears a voice directed at it.

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Though Westin hadn't been formally assigned to the scene, he arrived out of duty with his partner. It was dangerous for him here, considering the cause for which the crowd continued to build, but he remained near the rear of it all to observe, making his best effort to be another inanimate fixture of the sidewalk. Quiet observation was his best course of action for now, he figured.

In his periphery he caught quick motion and turned his head, LED amber for a split second as he planned to intervene. Had he the ability to ease at a sight, he'd be relieved that whatever brief action it was had stopped as soon as it started.

West walked over, kneeling to assist.

"It may be wise to find a less populated route," he helpfully suggested.

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corlieutencnt

SHE WASN’T NECESSARILY TRYING TO BE CURT towards West, but she became clipped and reserved in new situations; it was made all the harder by the fact that her experience with Androids was fairly limited. Perhaps that was why West had been assigned to her in the first place… some people would have either let him take over or shut him out entirely, but Cor had a notion to let him help as much as he was able.

Her finger flicked across her screen and a few files were undoubtedly highlighted on his own, a product of their advanced technology and networking within the precinct… and his general clearance at working with the Lieutenant to begin with, “At least one of the cases has been assigned to one of our Detectives, but we have at least three other open that you and I can choose o take a look at if any of them seem to catch your eye?”

“This one caught my attention,” he offered as he pulled up Mather’s General store on his terminal. “There is an android witness, though its whereabouts are currently unknown. If you’d like, I can request a time to visit the scene. If we can locate it, the information it yields may be indispensable.”

He looked to the Lieutenant attentively, with seemingly little in the way of expectation. He wasn’t trying to be commandeering of this investigation; he was simply eager to get a move on. The sooner they pulled this thread the better, as the case grew exponentially colder each day.

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corlieutencnt

MORE OFTEN THAN NOT Cor was left to her own devices, whether because of her position as Lieutenant or just because people wanted to avoid her was anyone’s guess. So it was little surprise when she nigh-blatantly ignored West for a few moments, shifting a paper from one side of her desk to the other and taking a sip from her seemingly custom coffee cup – complete with a lid and a faded picture of what looked like a man and a woman in a park – before finally directing her attention towards the Android.

This hadn’t been sprung on her, and she knew well enough to expect West to show up as Androids were not known much for their deviation of protocol, but still it took her a moment to fully register that she’d been assigned to work with one on the string of seeming robberies of androids from various places around town, “Hello, Westin.”

Her tone was not unfriendly, but it almost seemed perhaps too clipped and professional – as if her experience with androids was limited and she wasn’t sure how to deal with them – and it took her a moment to continue, “Of course, we cleared a space off for you at the desk across from mine. I’m not 100% sure how you’re meant to help but I’m ready to see what happens.”

West maintained a friendly smile all the while, hands clasped neatly behind his back. If there was one thing androids had an abundance of, it was patience, and to that rule he was no exception. The wait was spent well; he took note of a few personal affects on the Lieutenant’s desk. What little he gleaned from the scene would undoubtedly come in handy-- most notably, her apparent sentimentality.

“Thank you,” he replied, seemingly unfazed by his new partner’s curt demeanor, before taking his seat at the bare desk. He examined the terminal there before looking across the desk to Cordelia.

“Are there any cases in particular that hold your attention? I’m happy to examine the available case files and assign them a priority, should there not be.”

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@corlieutencnt

Not long after West’s unboxing, he was given his first directive: Locate Lieutenant Drake. And so he dutifully did; his first stop, reasonably, was by her desk.

“Lieutenant Drake,” he began with a pleasant smile. “My name is Westin. I’m the android sent by CyberLife. I am here to assist you with the ongoing investigations regarding missing androids.”

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✎ !!

✎ —   who decided your character’s name?

West’s name was assigned by the factory when he was produced; likely inspired by the name the designer or dev team had given his project. Being a prototype meant there was no official ‘sale’, so no opportunity for an ‘owner’ to choose his name for him. Still, he needed a name to better integrate, so Westin it was!

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★!

-- What was their first positive experience?From his perspective, successfully completing the first command he was given. Simple, maybe, but he believes that his ability to execute tasks as effeciently and effectively as possible defines his worth more than anything.From some others' perspectives, it would likely be the first time a human treated him with kindness. A young woman working at APD felt awful about how he was being treated and pulled him aside to offer him a sincere apology on everyone's behalves. West didn't fully understand it, but reassured her that he was not upset; he didn't have the capacity to be.

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♔

♔  —  what’s their daily routine / their duties at their work

West’s routine depends a great deal on the schedule of the humans he works with.

His prime directive is to annoy his partner aid in any investigations involving CyberLife androids.

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♜

♜ —   have they ever been put in a dangerous situation?

West’s time with the APD was relatively uneventful, though he understands that that is soon to change. Not that he minds; even he can appreciate the sense of purpose that accompanies the more involved investigations.

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☼

☼ —   what was their earliest memory?

Stepping out of his shipping crate, bright lights blinding as his visual sensors adjust. He runs his startup diagnostic as he flexes his fingers, curiously observing the motion. Existence is fascinating. Everything seems to be in order.

Shoes move into view. He follows the silhouette up until his eyes meet those of a disinterested CyberLife representative following through a final check. To their left, a step further back, is the chief of Austin’s Police Department. West drops his hands to his sides.

“Hello. My name is Westin. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME [ 1 / ? ] 

Here is a basic character meme for our plastic friends!

♔  —  what’s their daily routine / their duties at their work

✱  —   what’s their view on their owner(s) 

✩  —   what was their first negative experience with humans?

★ —  what was their first positive experience?

☼ —   what was their earliest memory?

❋  —   the “favorite” part of their day

 ✘ —   what is the most tedious aspect of their routine?

♜ —   have they ever been put in a dangerous situation?

♘ —   what, if any, experience do they have with emotion?

✎ —   who decided your character’s name?

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About

Name: Westin, colloquially known as “West” Gender: Male Model: RK800; a prototype developed in tandem with the Connor series. Occupation: General purpose police unit. Primary function(s): Crime Scene Investigation, Negotiation Secondary function(s): HAZMAT Assessment Deviancy: No symptoms reported.

Appearance

Hair Style: Short, tidy, professional. Parted in the middle. Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Blue Height: 5'8" (173 cm) Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg) Additional Features: Nothing of merit.

Biography

West is a top-of-the-line prototype for an advanced police android, and was– until recently– being trialed by CyberLife in Austin, TX. His assignment with the APD is all he’s ever known, though the powers that be recently saw fit to transfer him to Houston due to the recent android upset. He will endeavor to be as useful as possible, and being a prototype model affords him many modern features that may prove instrumental in any investigations, ongoing or otherwise.

The Westin line has much softer and borderline feminine features than the Connor variant of the RK800. His voice has an innately calming lull to it, and all of his actions are measured and deliberate. These were all very calculated features of his design; masculine such that he more easily secures the respect of those around him (to as great a degree as an android can), and just feminine enough to not be an imposing force in delicate situations. That said, he’s no pushover; he is incredibly capable at his craft with both carrot AND stick. His pseudo-androgyny aside, he is unmistakably male, and clearly presents himself as such.