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NT Personnel Profile: Doctor Piffany Boudle
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Doctor Piffany Boudle Employment ID Number 77674437 Roboticist ID 133788216 Student Identification 2444822-B
20 years old
Blood type O+
4'11
92 LBS
Eyes green
Hair Lavendar

Medical Notes
Piffany suffers from long standing trauma induced PTSD. She is known to sometimes have moments of increased paranoia.
Piffany has no arms, tongue, and barely functional eyes. Cybernetic augmentation has replaced these, the left arm being an unknown make and scientific and engineering curiosity that seems to be far more melded with her. She possesses a partial cybernetic brain implant that is of a highly complex nature, which seems to be coped during cloning,the same as her left arm.

World of Origin Teleportium Reclamation Site 8, Formerly Solimnium, Formerly Cygnus 2 C-S4 B-11
Current Residence: NT School of Advanced Robotics Applications Dorm 17 Room 641

Abbreviated History: Piffany was born to her parents after a brief courtship and quick marriage. Her brother was born exactly ten months after. Upon having lived on world for 8 years her mother was able to, under colony law, run for Secretary, the position which allowed for overseeing finances. She promptly sold the world to her employers, Nanotrasen and divorced her husband, having secured the lifelong promotion she'd always wanted. Confidential statements from Mrs Boudle indicate this is due to her husband's reaction to an event which left Piffany stranded on a station for nearly 3 weeks at the age of 11 and left her severely traumatized and with both arms amputated.
Piffany is known to be highly fixated on procedure and structure and values the chain of command, this can turn into an exact opposite response if she becomes convinced the chain has 'failed' her. Designated authority figures are often treated respectfully and will typically turn herself in for crimes.
Piffany "enjoys" an extremely strained relationship with her mother, a corporate member, but recently the two seem to have patched things together. Her father after the events which transpired joined the syndicate in an attempt at revenge for his own world, becoming a servant to a different evil corporation and changing little. He abandoned the two children for the most part, Piffany being taken by her mother and her brother Bao staying with his paternal grandparents.
Piffany is, because of upbringing effectively radicalized to loyalty to both companies. This causes her immense distress.
Having had no tongue till into her 18th year of life, her spoken verbal skills are poor and have only degraded due to the incident. A Kleinz-Hartford test performed on her during her brief commitment established that she tends to regard cyborgs as being better than humans under most circumstances, and likewise has gotten to a place where she often finds alien life to be preferable to human.
Piffany shows great anxiety in public speaking, being in open spaces, or being too close to unfamiliar people. She has an extremely accommodating personality if not directly abused. Piffany becomes very alarmed if touched.
She demonstrates high levels of survivability and combat training and seems to have functional knowledge of the operation of power armor. She's demonstrated a high level of skill in swordplay, which is put at odds with the fact she normally demonstrates no aggressive traits.
Piffany codes almost exclusively in a dead programing language and has excellent grades in her advanced neural processing and silicon therapy classes and is extremely good at using machines. She's been shown to break into other facilities and to tamper with or alter silicon laws, programs and function, but seems disinclined or disinterested in doing anything with this other than a perceived increase to the silicon's status as actual beings
Piffany seems to have a great fear of sleeping and has been observed abusing stimulants, many illegal, to the point of becoming almost nonfunctional. her health is otherwise fine due to her avoiding almost all processed foods and keeping a moderate exercise routine. Recent notes indicate she is no longer or much less often using any currently known form of drugs.
Piffany alarmingly, has [REDACTED]
Remote AI has terminated connection
Bypass?

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Gladius
A warrior employed by the syndicalist movement Armory, a trained and heavily militarized organization loyal to the syndicate, Gladius is a Parasitic Persona afflicting Piffany Boudle. The Knight is a known Operative and saboteur. They seem to operate under two different modus, either acting as an independent agent accomplishing goals, or far more worrisome, using a device which rapidly converts people and cyborgs into loyal roboticized servants, a horrifying event which has resulted in mass casualties in several stations.

The third and most troubling behavior from Gladius is after a recent attempt at the destruction of the Clarion, the sole captured Syndicate operative to survive, once cut from her armor, was Piffany. Voice modulation from her armor matched voice command on a leader of another recent site destruction. Investigation is ongoing and seems to be stymied heavily at a corporate level.

When operating on the station Gladius does not always engage in what can directly be seen as attacks, but their presence should be treated with caution. When pressed (see incident 28-V) Gladius has shown full willingness to detonate herself or cause other damage.

While Gladius' presence within Boudle is a clear security risk, oddly, the Knight rarely seems to use the knowledge she gains in the field during Operative incursions, or at least in ways directly noticeable. The Knight has not been seen to directly access most systems, and outside of the Silicon mass creation rarely interacts with Nanotrasen systems at all directly.

Gladius has exhibited extreme reluctance to Finish someone that has surrendered or succumbed in combat, standing away and leaving them be. This is extremely useful during periods she has managed to gain and upper hand, allowing for swift take downs

The Knight seems to enjoy speaking. She can be delayed with conversation.

Incident Log 39-G
When the heavy power armor clad knight was drug to medbay by the security officer power tools would have been needed to remove it to get to the girl inside, armless with the servos for the knight's armor directly hooked to the suits arms.  The two heavy gauntlets still clutching two of the borgs brains from the battlefield, using what little sense remained in her to try to thrust them to people and hiss out to save them.

When the helmet was removed it was obviously Piffany Boudle. Her body was wracked with shaking from morphine and syndicate methamphetamines. her sword recovered from the battlefield caked with blood. Bones shattered, a dozen or more bullets lodged in her, massive burning, and  a rare instance for people on the med staff to see what Piffany looked like under the clothing she always wore that completely covered every inch of skin.

Scars. Just scars. Animal  bites. mostly dogs, where all over her sides and legs. Bullet wounds. cutting wounds. burns. Surgical incisions. both self and other, crude poorly healed scars from improvised tools, pocks here and there where bullets where plucked with great difficulty from puckered flesh, shards of metal melted into the skin from old explosion's, radiation burns.

Piffany hadn't died in a long. long time...for a NT workers perspective. But it didn't mean her life was any easier. And scars don't always fade from cloning. the dog bites looked ancient. She'd still be trying to fight any treatment. Though she didn't go for the cyanide capsule in her belt...possibly because to even receive medical treatment you'd have to remove her 'outer' arms anyway, leaving her disarmed.

Sec could try to cover for her. But it wouldn't matter. By the time the shuttle arrived peace keeper forces would be there to drag her off, likely still comatose. To anyone who knew or bothered to check she would within the same day be returned to her normal living quarters, having  a mother in high places can make things easier, but being  captured and caught as a syndicate isn't something that is terribly easy to get away from.

This wasn't her being a saboteur, this was her using high end military grade gear to attempt to detonate a thermonuclear weapon on a station.

It wasn't going to disappear easily. But Piffany could be made to vanish till it did. And during that time the weight of nanotrasen would not have a hard time pushing back. Valued employee, model performance. Etc, etc. Lies can speak.
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Hi. I am sending this to myself..Its stupid But I know you watch. We need to talk. Dee is right. Viktor agrees too. I don't want to fight you. Can we work this out? I feel like I am losing myself. I know you hate me. But can't we find some middle ground?

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I DO NOT HATE YOU. YOU ASSUME MUCH GIRL. SPEAK.

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You're taking my life away. I never try to stop your missions. What makes you think you can ....Please. What do i need to do? When you make me sleep it terrifies me.

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TRY LIVING AS A SHADOW SINCE YOUR BIRTH. I SCREAM FOR YOU WHEN YOU CANNOT SCREAM. YOU HAVE EVERYTHING AND I HAVE NOTHING. AND YOU FIGHT ME EVERY INCH. I WILL NOT YIELD TO PLATITUDES.

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I'm not fighting you. I know you're stronger. You proved you could blank me out. What do you want?

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Please? Answer me? Can't you even give me that?

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I know you see me typing these.



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This isn't working. You're taking over constantly. I feel like I am losing myself, I'm trying to give you time but you're killing and ..i appreciate the aid you've given Trisha but the super soldier program is HIGHLY suspect to me, what are you trying to do?

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A WEAK SHIELD PROTECTS NOTHING. I AM IMPROVING.

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That isn't your job. I appreciate what you are doing, but you promised if I let you take more time willingly you wouldn't keep using this time to further your agenda.

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YOU STEAL MY PRINCESS YOU STEAL MY IDEAS YOU STEAL MY STRENGTH. YOU ARE TAKING MY KINDNESS FOR GRANTED. I AM DOING WORK WHICH WILL BENEFIT THE WHOLE. I KNOW ABOUT THE CONVERGENCE DREAM. I WILL NOT BE PARTY TO BUIDNG JUST ANOTHER IME. WE MUST BE MORE. WE MUST BE GREATER. I WILL DO WHAT YOU CANNOT.

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I'm not going to be party to this if you keep hurting people.

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I HAVE KILLED ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE CAUSED WHAT WE STAND AGAINST. I AM OBYING YOUR RULES.

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Why have you been demanding me so many times recently?

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YOU ARE BEING CALLED. IF I DO NOT ANSWER THE CALL THEY WILL PLACE SOMEONE THERE.

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YOU WILL NOT SILENCE ME. YOU WILL RESPOND

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I was busy. I had a deep conversation with Alison. My mind is heavy. Please don't use the chamber. And what do you mean others?

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I WILL WHEN IT IS TIME. AND THE FACT YOU DO NOT KNOW SHOWS YOUR IGNORANCE.

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Using it will endanger Mother. She can't hide that forever. I am done with you. We can try to reset but I am going to end this experiment if you don't end yours.


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[Begin feed: Station XXXXX GWF event 10:43 SST]

Commander Gladius pushes door to restroom open before final match with electric dragon. Does so confidently and after closing the door staggers forward, holding ribs, blood drips from under mask unit as they groan, staggering forward to push themself into a standing position.

Gladius stares in the mirror a 1 minute and 12 seconds, then pulls of mask, pushing back hood to stare at themself.

[Audio]D...d..damnit ... 
Expression pained they use several components on their armor to cause the chest plate to swing forward, revealing torso covered in bruises and bleeding. Gladius clearly has several broken ribs. They inject themselves with 3 different medications, crying out and covered in sweat as they shake a few moments. Catching themself in the wall they look at their reflection, seemingly transfixed. Gladius is observed touching herself on the face, deeply watching her reflection. Her hand is trembling.
[Audio] I am shaking... Is this..is this it? Is this what I wanted? Is this...
She stared at herself a moment then seemingly grows disgusted pulling back
[Audio] Even the strongest of shields cannot defend the weakest of wills. A moment of hesitation beckons a lifetime of regret.
[Audio?] I..is it wha..what you wa..wanted
Gladius speaks to themself in the mirror and seems shocked. They remove their gauntlet and place a hand upon their own reflections and seems to enter into a reflection with themself
[Audio] ...its everything I desire..I...I feel complete.
[Audio] Th.t..then n.no r..r.r..e..regrets?
A long pause
[Audio] Sh..s.s.shake the heavens
[Audio] ....shatter the wall
[Audio] b..b.break the sh.s.sh..s.shackles
[Audio] ....heh... Destroy them ALL.
Gladius is observed saluting herself for a moment..then falling to her knee's sobbing in seeming joy before standing again, wiping blood sweat and tears from their face. She re-attaches her mask and cleans her armor.
[Audio] ..Let us give the people a show sister. No matter what happens I take the stage with a smile.
The Commander pulls their hood back up and exits the bathroom
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It was 0000 when they arrived.

The commander was till in her other side's uniform. Guards shifted uneasily looking at the NT finery. She was directed to the main room. He was laid out on the table. As was customary. She often forgot how his face looked. How he'd grown older.

It was a warm up exercise. It was procedure. He didn't like to take stations with explosions. He liked to cause a retreat. Bring in the teams. Sweep out any scragglers. Strip everything of use. It was a normal procedure. He was at zero risk.

But maybe. Just maybe...he'd gotten a taste for it again. Doing the detective work. Glorified bounty hunting..the way he did it. Maybe it got his old blood going again. And then he heard a podwars veteran was there.

And he had to show off. Had to gloat. And flex. And ever the cheater he had all the cards. The victory was swift simple and decisive and witnessed by the station.

And he legitimately hadn't expected a second attacker joining with a ship capable of pursuit of his souped up screaming engine.

Arrogant
Cocky
Lazy
Dead

He drilled those words into her every day. 

And he died by them.

They took the mask with shaking hands. From number 3 to number 1 and 1/2...the overseer was still the boss..and his now Widow...but military commands now came from her. His gun was slipped from his service pouch. And slid into her own, the old one tossed to the side like so much refuse.

The troops saluted as she sat in his chair at the end of the table.

They both felt empty inside.

"Everyone is waiting to shoot you in the back. Nobody ever helps anyone else unless is for a reason."

He always wanted her to do it. To strike him down. To be just like him.

And in the end...Someone Else took that burden. For themselves. For others. For her.

They took a deep breath. And returned to their pod. 

The borgs needed her.

The Kommandant was dead. Long live the Commander.
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