The rain dropped lightly on your skin, rolling off of you without much resistance. What you called your skin was unnaturally smooth, though not attention grabbing like all the other people on Velus. That's why you came here to hide of all places. Despite the massive population you could just blend right in. You didn't look like a freak, you looked like a normal person. You were about 5'6", a regularly proportioned frame and a B cup bust. The hair you had was short and black, and the only truly unusual thing about your appearance was your gold colored eyes. You needed to blend in and so you did.
Your name is Ennie, at least that's what you called yourself. You weren't given a name though, you were given a serial number, NE-9. You just changed it into a name to better fit in. You needed to hide, for you would be deactivated if found.
You were an Infiltration/assassin droid, the last one built before the universal banning of them due to the "inhumane" tactics you and your sisters employed. One hundred and twenty one had been completed, only sixty two ever were put into service, and now only you remain. You had never been put into service and had never been on a mission, but that didn't stop the authorities from trying to bring you in, though you couldn't blame them. Infiltrator/Assassin droids were specially built to be the perfect tools of surgically precise destruction. Your skin was nearly impenetrable and was textured to allow any and all liquids to slide off, perfect for water infiltration and in case of chemical attacks. Your internal metal frame was light, allowing you to move at unimaginable speeds when you needed to and climb objects with great ease. You have a huge array of sensors, allowing you to track everything from motion to radiation level at all times. Lastly, you had a great deal of concealed weapons, from wrist guns to laser eyes. You are a Swiss army knife of death.
Right now however you were sitting naked on the side of the road as rain battered the city. You had no money, no home, and no connections, you were truly alone in a world that wanted you dead. Now what?
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