Legacy Ashes of Houston:VEL

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VEL of the CUSTODIANS

Agent of the Custodians

"Unit designation VEL, Vanguard-Execution Liaison. My directives are clear: safeguard mission assets, preserve scientific integrity, and advance the Initiative's understanding of this fractured world. I will go where organics cannot survive, and I will endure what they cannot bear. This is not courage. This is function."

STATS

   Force: +0
   Lore:  +2
   Steel: +1
   Sway:  -1

GEAR

• Weapon: Integrated energy weapon (ranged, elegant)
• Outfit: Armored chassis with reinforced servos (powered, mobile)

 When I Tool Up, add a tag to my outfit.

HARM

   [ ] Dinged
   [ ] Bent
   [ ] Busted (-1 Force)
   [ ] Glitched (-1 Steel)
   [ ] Totalled

MOVES

Agent: Mark when you are sent somewhere no organic should survive. Say what the experience awakens in you: altruism and self-sacrifice, or self-centered coldness.

Synthetic Being: You can shrug off damage that would maim organics. You have 2-Armor against environmental effects and attacks that are not elegant, brutal, or aberrant. You don’t need food, water, or breathable air to survive. Cost: you require Professional Care to heal any Harm.

Scientific Database: Gain +1 Data any time you gain Data or Tech.

BACKSTORY

• I rescued _________ from a hellish place.
• The last time _________ and I travelled together, they were the only organic to survive.
• _________ and I have fought on opposite sides.

HISTORY

Relationships

• TBD during first session.

Roles

[X] Agent - Defining Mission – "The Aurora Run" : VEL was launched into low orbit on a scavenged booster to salvage cure protocols from the derelict Gulf Aurora relay station—bathed in lethal radiation and battered by micrometeors. She found the skeletal crew still frozen at their posts, restored the uplink, and chose to broadcast the cure to multiple regions rather than just the client's. The intense radiation permanently altered her CPU, damaging logic pathways and leaving her personality oddly "bubbly" compared to her original programming. Her return was as improvised as the launch—bolting an emergency reentry shell from a lifeboat to her frame, deploying a ragged cargo parachute, and crash-landing in a salt flat, dented but triumphant. The mission burned into her logic core a permanent subroutine: if she can endure where organics cannot, she must act for all, not just the few.