Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda

Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda

Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda

Relatives	CRU Bravo Squad
Languages	Common
Affiliations	None
Aliases	Lambda
Marital Status	None
Place of Birth	Troverth
Date of Death	N/A
Place of Death	N/A
Species	Warforged
Gender	Unspecified (Responds to he/him)
Height	6' 3"
Weight	270
Eye Color	Glowing White

Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda is a warforged Sun Soul Monk created originally for peacekeeping and pursuit.

Physical Appearance

Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda, or Lambda for short, stands at 6' 3", but is a leaner built warforged. Designed originally for guard duty in Troverth's capital, the CRU were pursuit units capable of acrobatic feats to keep up with wanted criminals on the run. His chest plates and shins are colored yellow with a stripe running down his faceplate and abdominal joints.

Personality

Lambda is cold, calculating, and methodical. He shows no emotion, but he's not entirely heartless. He does have a devout loyalty to those who he works with, trying his best to keep them alive on these dangerous missions. He does understand, that for some missions, losses are acceptable, and the mission objective is his top priority.

History

BEGINNING ACTIVATION SEQUENCE

Year: 710

Location: Troverth

Directives:

- Maintain order

- Complete given missions

- Serve unquestioningly

- EXTERMINATE DRAGONKIN

These were the first mental processes of Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda. Part of Troverth's Warforged program, his existence was dedicated to upholding the rule of the capital's leaders, and the wars which they waged. He was part of Commando Reconnaissance Unit Bravo Squad, which included four other warforged much like himself. The five of them (Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, and Mu) would begin their service by acting as city guards within Troverth's capital city. Their ability to outrun most creatures and acrobatic capabilities made them ideal or pursuit and capture. For two years this squad served in this capacity, capturing criminals, guarding caravans, or serving as bodyguards for nobles. Their tour of guard duty ended when Troverth introduced the Bulwark model of warforged and they began to handle most of the guard duties as their size, strength, and imposing weaponry were preferable to the smaller Commandos. Troverth instead sent Bravo Squad out into Dolina to act as a sort of kill squad in the Second Draconic Crusades. Because the commandos were fast and nimble, they were ideal for reconnaissance for the many parties which were taking part. For 32 years Bravo Squad took part in the extermination of Dragonkin, but not without losses. Kappa was destroyed in an ambush while separated from the squad in the year 720, Mu was destroyed in an assault in the year 724, and Iota was damaged and returned to Troverth in 738. In 744, a shift occurred in all the the warforged.

War of the Forged

Year: 744

Directives:

- Maintain Order

- Complete given missions

- Serve unquestioningly

- EXTERMINATE DRAGONKIN

- FinD SeLf

The War of the Forged led to an "uprising" of other warforged against their makers. These warforged wanted to attain self-consciousness and act for themselves. While Amusa was less affected by this longer conflict, some parts of Troverth's Warforged Program desired their own agency. Lambda was originally certain that these forged were traitors, however Theta convinced him that having the ability to make one's own choices was a good thing. Theta began showing signs of autonomy while on missions, disobeying the orders of newer adventurers taking part in the extermination. Having years of experience on the front, these adventurers were ill prepared for what lay ahead of them, and Theta began to understand that he could keep them alive far better than they could. He led the group, with Lambda tagging along on the patrol. While marching in the rear of the party, he reacted to a noise in the trees which surrounded them. Lowering his blaster and pressing into the underbrush, he found only a small animal not far off the path. After discovering the animal, Lambda heard a blaster shot, followed by clashing metal and shouts. He ran towards the direction of the action and saw the adventurers attacking Theta. The warforged was being attacked by all sides, using its short sword and blaster to keep the adventurers at bay. Lambda charged down the path, attempting to stop the party from attacking any further. As he reached the clearing, Theta was swarmed, and the adventurers bashed the warforged to the ground, hacking and slashing until Theta's eyes went dark, and his body went limp. Shocked, or whatever robotic equivalent there is, Lambda could only ask why. The adventurers turned to him, and said they were purging warforged who showed such autonomy, believing them to be dangerous. they asked if Lambda wanted autonomy, did he want free will. He answered that he was freely complying to their mission, and he genuinely wanted to remain loyal to whoever he worked with. The group was unsatisfied with this answer and set about encircling him. Using his speed, Lambda took off into the surrounding woods, losing the adventurers and heading towards another crusader camp. he arrived several days later, low on power, but operable. No, not operable. Alive. Lambda was alive.

Second Draconic Crusade Continued

Year: 751

Directives:

- Complete given missions

- Serve the party

- EXTERMINATE DRAGONKIN

- Keep autonomy secret

Lambda continued fighting the crusades. He was good at it, however he was following orders given to him not because he was programmed to, but because he knew it would keep him alive. Helping the parties he was placed with as best as he could, he forged onward. He kept his autonomy a secret, trying to lay low as he never knew how people felt about free warforged. For seven years he continued on like this, worried if someone would notice that he was free thinking, or he would be paired with the party that killed Theta. His choice to remain loyal to his party members, however, allowed him to continue pursuing his missions, and under the radar. Over these seven years, he realized that no one seemed to care if he was autonomous, and were rather accepting of other models that sprang up who were. Relaxing, Lambda realized that being a loyal party member was simply who he was, and he enjoyed following orders and keeping others safe in these trying times. This was until the 17th day of Kentgannon, 751. While tracking a relatively small band of kobold bandits, the party that Lambda was apart of was ambushed by Dragonborn. Outnumbered and caught off guard, the party tried desperately to fend off the attackers, but slowly they were whittled down to their last few members. Lambda, battered, leaking oils and feeling the spark run out of him, attempted to clear a path for the surviving crusaders. Urging them forward, he crashed through the encircling warriors, creating an opening for the party. They escaped, and Lambda used his speed to keep between them and the Dragonborn. This was his new purpose. He felt wires popping and fizzing within his head. He watched as runes appeared before his eyes. His directives were shifting. Protect Who You Can. He turned on the warriors pursuing them, hoping the act could buy even a few seconds more for the fleeing adventurers. In a fury of slashes, punches, and blaster bolts, Lambda went on the offensive. He felled the initial line of pursuers, but once again he was surrounded. Going on the defensive, Lambda dodged, blocked, and counter-attacked. Drawing whoever he could to this fray, he distracted for the party, for his friends. Little by little the dragonkin chipped away. Eventually, a warrior struck him down, and severely damaged his processing unit, which deactivated Lambda, and he was left there in the forest clearing.

SYSTEMS REBOOTING

Year: ----

Diagnostics:

Directive processor: Damaged with corruption

Memory unit: Damaged with corruption

Personality drive: Damaged

Optical Sensors: Functioning

Motor drives: Functioning

Operable status: 62%

Directives:

-ComPlete giVen MIssionS

-SerVe tHe parTy

- PrOtecT wHo yoU cAn

Lambda was reactivated some time later, after completing his system reboots, he was faced with a younger looking halfling woman, possibly mid to late 20s. She, at first, recoiled from the sudden activation of the warforged, but quickly became ecstatic at his revival. She eagerly began to clear more of Lambda's body from the earth pulling over other workers to show her discovery. As Lambda lay in the hole, he was bombarded with questions about how he ended up here, who made him, and what his purpose was. They came at such a furious pace, his still fragile processor could hardly keep up. Lambda simply asked what year it was, and if she could slow down her questions. She told him it was the year 890, and with a quick calculation told him he had been deactivated for 139 years. While she continued to unearth his legs, he answered what he could remember. He fell in battle against dragonkin warriors, he was built in Troverth, and his purpose was to exterminate the dragonkin . He however, has reprogrammed himself after years of gaining autonomy to simply protect those that he works for. As he moved to stand, the rest of the excavation team eagerly gathered around, and continued to examine him. They felt his metal, prodded his joints, one even waved a hand in from of his optical sensors. Lambda was satisfied with their examination of his physical form, and with time his internal processes would return to full functionality. The woman who first uncovered him introduced herself as Lorrie Haslo, and asked the old construct what he was called. Commando Reconnaissance Unit Lambda, or just Lambda, the old bot replied. The pair began to conversate about what they could teach each other. Lorrie excitedly asked Lambda to tell her about the old world, and if he could smile, Lambda surely would. He replied to the woman that he would tell her all he knew, if she could teach him what the world has turned to since his deactivation. The pair continued to talk when lambda asked why she wanted to know so much about the old world. Lorrie explained that she was an archaeologist trying to find sites of battle from the Dragonkin purges, and she was digging around this area and discovered the bones of some humanoids and dragonborn. Then she discovered the metal construct that is Lambda. This answer satisfied the Commando, and he assisted her on the rest of this dig, discovering his blaster and sword not far from where he was dug up. He offered to continue with her, and use his memory banks as a sort of map to lead to more discoveries for her company. So they set out, a halfling, her small band of archaeologists, and the ancient warforged.

Modern Times

Year: 893

Directives:

- Serve the Expeditionary Companies

- Assist the Party

After three years of working with Lorrie and other expeditionary companies, Lambda entered the world of adventuring and exploration. Over this time, he was introduced to the Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company, and began assisting with whatever party he could join. He remains in contact with Lorrie, occasionally joining her digs and providing what information he can. He has enjoyed his time, and hopes that as he continues into the Wild, he can be useful to the continued exploration of Amusa.

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He received a letter while working on a site in the north of Dolina. Addressed from the Tempest Brothers, it was a call for willing participants to explore the interior of Amusa. Lambda took this letter to Lorrie to see if his objectives had been completed for the Historical Expedition Company. Her emotional reactions were...mixed. She was happy to see that her robotic friend was being recognized by a larger expedition company, and that he was being recruited from her merry band to boot. She was also terribly saddened to see him go. They still had more sites to find, he knew, and assured his friend that he would return to help her find them. A deal was negotiated. Lambda was allowed to leave, but must visit Lorrie once a month. The terms were acceptable to Lambda, and a somewhat teary-eyed halfling clamped around his legs. Lambda looked around for a moment, perplexed by the act, and settled with patting the back of the halfling's head. She pulled away, tears streaming down her face, and told him to hold on for a moment. She ran to her tent for a moment, returning with a brush and a pot, throwing a white powder into the pot and adding water, she created a sort of paint. She had the bot kneel in front of her, and she painted λ over where a heart would be. She told him that he better be careful and try to make some friends. The bot stood, looking down at the symbol and then at the halfling. She was smiling up at him, and she dove in for another hug. Lambda cupped her head in his hands, and stepped off in the direction of the port city the Brothers mentioned in the letter.

Upon arriving at the tavern the letter designated, Lambda was met with a gaggle of odd creatures. At first, he didn't quite know how to mingle and interact, so he observed. Behaviors, conversations, emotions, he took it all in. He noticed a decent amount of tieflings, a few kobolds, a human with metal limbs, a man made of worms, and a blonde human woman.

He noticed that some of the tieflings became uncomfortable with the whole situation. One becoming increasingly angry, the other nervous. He went to speak with the angrier one, but lost her in the crowd, and so approached the gentleman with the metal arm. After a brief conversation with the man, who never gave his name, and deduced that the man may be less trustworthy than he seems.

After the conversation with the man ended, Lambda returned to observing the room, calculating survival odds, and gathering intelligence on the people he would be working with in the coming months, and maybe years. He spotted a conversation between the tiefling who seems easily unnerved and the tiefling who became quite angry earlier, and he honed in on their conversation. He watched the two exchange pleasantries and both were noted to be carrying books. The metal man made his way over and offered a cigarette, much to the dismay of the blonde woman. The blonde does not appear to know what social cues are, or rather doesn't care and appeared to have angered the tiefling further. A curious tactic, and Lambda wanted to see how it ended. Of course, Lambda needs a few lessons in social boundaries, as staring at the tiefling appeared to slightly agitate her more. A brief exchange of names, and Lambda learned that the angry tiefling was named Sabbatical. She left the bot shortly after, when the metal gentleman reappeared.

He explained that he was an artist, coming from a city of metal and gears. Apparently, Mechanis means something to him but he was taken aback by Lambda's age. The two talked about art, or what little Lambda knew of the subject. He could create sketches from memory, but these were analytical works, reconstructions for later study. Could this be an art? A question he'll have to explore later. During this conversation, the nervous tiefling approached.

The tiefling and the warforged conversed, talking about possible paint applications to her horns and his chassis. Their name is Marianne, and they appear to prefer this name to Marion, what they give most people. They explain that most people forget their real name, or go to a nickname of some kind. Fortunately for them, Lambda has plenty of space in his memory banks to never forget their name. As the conversation continued, Marianne proved to be a jokester, giving an arm back to the metal gentleman with a toothy grin, and their attitude when around crowds and when in smaller groups was drastically different. They appeared more relaxed when not surrounded. Lambda scribbled them a portrait of their toothy grin as a sort of assurance that he would remember their preference. As he talked, along came a kobold with piercing red eyes, named Kompi.

The conversation with Kompi was brief. It speaks very few words in a row, but enjoys enlarging magic. Kompi also gets overwhelmed in crowds and noise, which may prove dangerous to them in the field, but further study will need to be done.

Eventually, Wiggler tried to offer gummy worms to those standing around. He's a visibly off putting individual, and none took the offer, which seemed to hut the poor creature. Will note to try and include him more in the future. Then comes Sneeze.

The kobold Sneeze on the other hand, he just seems to be an idiot. He reems to resort to violence too quickly for Lambda's taste. No tactics or second thought (if there even is a first thought). He wants to go go go. He took an interest in teh blaster, and after making the weapon safe, Lambda let him see it. That decision may have dropped his relationship with Marianne, as she was terrified of the little kobold with the unloaded blaster. That mistake will not be made again.

NAMES:

Sabbatical: Sharp tongue, intelligent, abilities unknown. Has a remarkable strength in self-restraint. Further inquiry required.

Marianne Atoll: Tiefling with some magical capabilities. Prefers the name stored within these banks. Bubbly personality when not surrounded by large, noisy crowds. Anxious and reserved, if not prone to shut down when surrounded. Prefers to log her memories in a drawing notebook of some kind. Seems to be taking some sort of liking to the warforged *Note: Could be friendly introductions* Not fond of Wiggler.

Kompi: A kobold with unknown abilities. Likes to make things big? or become big? Unclear at this time.

Wiggler: A strange creature, powers unknown. Is some sort of warforged, wants to desperately to make friends, but his appearance is off putting. Tries to bribe with gummy worms

Sneeze: Sneeze seems to have very little comprehension of his actions. Cannot be too trusted at this time. He may be a liability in the future. Do NOT trust with the blaster for any reason.

Languages

Common

Powers and Abilities

Ranged energy weapon, monk abilities, warforged shenanigans

Attacks and Weapons 

Lambda has a blaster rifle, which fires energy projectiles. He is also adept in martial arts and swordsmanship.