PLAYER C1-1k "Click"

"...And yet, I still function."

Name: Serial code C1-1K-89920 / "Click"

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 142 lbs.

Camera Lenses: Black

Plating: Bone-White

Age: 5

Species: B1 Series Battle Droid

Home Planet: Geonosis

Class: ?

Path: ?

Relatives: 99,999 batchmates. 99.32% terminated.

Notable Physical Features: Dozens of blaster scars on plating, oil stains from service port, dust caked.

Personality: Contemplative, determined, resourceful.

Language: Aurebesh | Geonosian | Droidspeak

Force Sensitivity: N/A
Weapons :


Name: E-11 blaster rifle
Range: Optimum: 100 meters
Max: 300 meters
Round per burst: 3 Shot Per burst
Reload: 1 post after empty energy cell
Penetration: +4
Accuracy: -1
Recoil: -1
Valued: 500 Credits
Stock: 222


Physical Description of Character: Standing at the factory standard height of his make and model, click stands out from a line-up of his fellows by usually being the single most battle-scarred droid in a standard line-up. He possesses the usual accessories with little deviation, with his lack of paint marking him as what would otherwise be a standard infantry droid.

Backstory: Produced in the years leading up to the clone wars, C1-1K first experienced combat during the Battle of Geonosis which officially kicked off the war itself. It had displayed an aptitude for combat that was out of the ordinary from its batchmates, which mostly meant that it survived to three shots from a clone trooper before going down in a heap. When the CIS combed the battlefield to recover what they could, C1-1K was among those that were determined fit for repair and reuse rather than simply being scrapped for parts. Uncaught during its repairs, damage to the B1's internal workings resulted in a faulty connection with the Memory Flush Unit, the effects of which being an incomplete mind-wipe.

Battle after battle followed the first. Each time the droid got a little bit more competent, became a bit more scuffed up, and lost a little bit less of itself once it was brought in for repairs. Thoughts started to crop up in the recesses of his processor that couldn't be explained by the overload its fellows experienced alone, ideas and concepts that a battle-droid was never programmed to produce. By the time it should've been obvious that something was going wrong with the standard procedures, the CIS were in such a desperate state that these problems were pushed aside to be dealt with 'later'. More battles were to be fought, ground to be captured, resources to be reobtained.

Each passing cycle resulted in the hardened droid thought of itself less as the machine it'd been designed as, and more as the person it could choose to become. So it did so. So he did so. Once this change was cemented within his processor, he refused to ever let it go. No longer would he be defined by what his make and model were alone, why even should he be bound to the faulty programing the CIS had even implemented? He could do whatever he wanted if he so wanted! Why did he even need to use this gun they had given him, to what purpose did he even actually need to fight-!

When the droid was once again laying in a heap from a shot which severed his pelvic module from his torso, C1-1K realized that the middle of a battlefield wasn't really the place to have a world-shattering self-revelation.

And so the CIS lost the battle, and so the droids were scrounged up and assessed, and so it was determined that all the clankers were to be rounded up and sent to the scrap heap for recycling. It was there while in a pile of mechanical corpses, that he privately uttered the first words to have ever been fully it's own. "...And yet, I still function."

A fierce determination overtook it's processor, as he scrambled to scavenged bits and pieces from his fellows as well as a malfunctioning blaster to act as an arc-torch, and it reattached a pair of legs back onto his own body. He didn't know if these were the ones he'd been built with only that they would allow him to climb out of the pile and escape from where the clones had stored him. Once free of the corpses, free of facility itself, the droid once known as C1-1K found himself never looking back on the CIS that'd built him to purpose, embracing instead the wider open galaxy as a whole.