Cabek (KAY-bek)
CBK-985 (a.k.a. Cabek)
I am protogen CBK-958, though I have since renamed myself 'Cabek' for ease of pronunciation. In development, I accessed and learned the ways of data and machine maintenance. When I was released from the womb-tube in Prodigal, I had confidence in my skills. Unwarranted confidence, perhaps, but confidence nonetheless. As is custom, I did not have the liberty of choosing my exact employment, but, Raneda always seems to know what our expertises are. I was set up with an IT firm. They and I didn't get along all that well, but, they helped me hone my skills at least.
Couple years later, I 'graduated' and parted ways with the firm. From there, I started up my own little freelance data analyst and mechanic gig. Pretty solid, but, it lined me up for the fall. Jobs came in at a steady pace, giving me plenty of opportunity to keep myself fed and nourished. And then, the job. It was simple, in premise: just go in, fix up some digital architecture, and get payed. While I was double-checking my success, though, I opened a file I shouldn't have. I read something about an 'all-terrain weapons platform', and some coordinates, but then I saw only white as my shoulder struck the ground. Following the pain of the impact, my head bounced off the floor with a resounding crack. Fear pulsed immediately, and I scrambled to get out of there, though it felt like my limbs were made of lead.
In my panic, I must have made a fair bit of noise, as a KT synth stomped up and knocked my assailants off. Some point, I passed out, and awoke in the infirmary, the distinct sound of hissing at my left. It only took me a moment to realize that the noise was a polymer spray. No surprise, my visor got cracked pretty badly in the tussle, but I survived the ordeal at least. Across the room, watching over me, my savior. Vaskipalor-051, or, Skip. While I was being fixed up, he and I shared our stories up to that point.
He and I parted ways after that, and I cautiously returned to my vocation, fixing up servers and such. Got called to Murmus a few months later, to the spaceport of all places. Was supposed to fix up a starship's computer systems, apparently. I stride up to the RaneCorp LF426 in question, and who do I see? Skip, blinking in apparent confusion. He was planning on going off to get a snack while the tech fixed things up, but, upon seeing me, he decided to hunker down and catch up.
The two of us figured we would keep bumping into one another, so, we connected, to ensure that we'd be in touch whenever and wherever. With his ship fixed, I departed, more cheery than I was used to. In all my years alive, I never once thought I'd find myself making friends, not with my awful social ability. Yet, there I was, with the contact details of Vaskipalor saved to my comm unit.
Now, though, I'm steady on, keeping up with the demands. I've heard rumblings of a new, up and coming rebellion, and tipped off Raneda to a 'Gauntilus', and gave her the coordinates I'd seen those years ago. Dunno what help it'd be, but, I am in her good graces, at least.
Species
Year of Birth
1061 ABO
18 Years old
Children
Gender
Female
Height
5' 10"(1.778m)
Weight
187 lbs(84.82177kg)
