#original replika units

[nightly-valkyrie]

Hello! I need other original Replika unit types to include in my Signalis fic because I'm too smooth brain to come up with a whole handful at once. If you have one and would like to see it included in a Signalis fic (with credit ofc), please send me a message or ask!

Right now, I need ones that fit in the Eusan Nation military hierarchy.

Eventually, I will need Eusan Empire Replikas.

Boosts are appreciated 🙏

[sosadraws]

send help, I can't stop making signalis ocs

[octojuiceyuri]

Sieglinde more like Freaklinde

I haven't really had the time to draw any big stuff this whole week. It's the first week of the semester and I'm being bombarded by assignments and projects (dies)

[onyx-wyvern]

funny doctor man Replika :)

Lammergeier is real, he’s a mortician, grief councillor, and surgeon, designed for more extreme cases where Eule expertise falls short

every facility that has a Lammergeier is required to have at least two, kind of like how you get certain animals in pairs - they prefer to work alone when doing their jobs, but, being around the dead, dying, and mortally wounded gets to them after some time, and having another person like them around helps them stabilise! despite that, they appreciate the that death is both inevitable and in a way beautiful, though of course this gets twisted towards a “glory to the Nation” narrative in a lot of units

[skill7spark04]

On: PAPR Units

a unit I made a while ago. I love it to peices, and it's my most recognized Unit despite not having too large of a fic presence or any art whatsoever. I think Tumblr Will like them. i am going to post the entirety of it below, because while I have an Overview document, I doubt people will read it themselves due to lack of trusting links. here goes...

PAPR — Porto und Aristokratische Partei Replika — PAPAGEI

(Postage and Aristocratic Party Replika — "Parrot")

Type: Generation 3 Aristocrat grade Postal worker/Serf

Frame: Polystyrene, Polyethylene, Polyvinyl Chloride

Height: 172cm

Weight: 50kg

Model Development

Developed originally as a Postal worker replika to serve in relaying and mimicking messages they have heard with an internal recording device and storage, along with Polystyrene Shock Absorbers beneath their mostly Polyethylene shell. Their wings are made of Polyvinyl Chloride, which while more toxic of a substance, is inconsequential in the postal trade and message relay jobs.

Eventually, due to high demand and their beautiful physique, they were picked up by particularly affluent clients who wanted a pretty servant girl to serve as a talking piece, art piece, and a way to take the load off their human servants for the most part, even putting  some out of jobs, leading to retaliation.

They have low grade bioresonance modules that exist simply so they can control their wings without taking power and energy from important system functions to do so. Their wings serve as impact shields and for gliding from place to place. True flight is possible under windier circumstances (16+kmph), but for the most part gliding is the extent of their aerial efforts.

General Purpose

Due to their light frame (hollow bones) and shock absorption, they can function well even if they are clumsier than normal. Their general purpose is to deliver messages and packages via immaculate memory systems and internal recording hardware via a small microphone in their right thumb, so that they can use their main left hand for important tasks. The microphone can be tweaked to hear short or long ranges depending on necessity via sensitivity sliders, but usually can’t be larger than a football field (about 2 acres). It is used to record and deliver perfect exact messages stored in their large memory systems.

They are fast, efficient workers who are instinctually trained with Parkour skills to navigate urban environments, and reflexively will use their durable wings as a cushion for crash landings.

They have collars placed around their neck that reward them with dopamine and Serotonin upon completing a delivery, and will send pain chemicals upon a botched job. This collar can be removed once neurological training is deemed complete. It will also detonate upon attempts to escape, judged by flagging a gestalt manager and asking them to review the PAPR’s pathing and to send the file to a local protektor post detonation if deemed to be breaking the rules. If they are found innocent post detonation, the gestalt responsible will be decommissioned, and if it is found they do not report an attempted escape, a similar fate will occur.

This system is in place due to their internalized desire for true freedom from the constraints of society. not necessarily rebellion against the system, but rejection of all systems. On the other side of their purpose, Aristocrats picked them out as a choice servant replika due to their beauty and varied appearances, often playing dress up with them as if they are dolls, before sending them off to clean a dusty library room or a dirty office area in their large homes. While initially, this concept was frowned upon by the Nation, it was deemed to be a taxable and effective method of profit that delivers more much needed funds for the war effort, so it was allowed to be a common occurrence that’s officially licensed off by the Eusan Nation government.

They make efficient, though not as effective, all purpose workers like the Eule, PAPR units can be trained to improve if needed.

They also do well in terms of entertainment, often being able to learn and enjoy various instruments simply by watching others play them due to their immaculate memory. They can even directly play music due to the unique recording software built directly into their bodies that allow them to record and play messages, something unique to PAPR units.

Standard Appearance

Standard issue: Sleek, grey, colorless shell and wings to allow for easier blending in dark and light environs at the cost of efficiency in either. Two metal wing skeletons with Polyvinyl Chloride scales allow for flight. Unlike most models, their breast shell is the same color as the rest of their body. [See: Euler Sample] 

Though it is known that PAPR units are happier and more social when they have diverse appearances, it is not detrimental to deny them this factor, and thus for military and government grade postal services, they will not be allowed. On civilian grade postal services, however, the morale boost is necessary to maintain social behaviors, as civilians often complain and are irritable about their anti-social behavior, and it is easier to simply correct this factor by allowing the civilian class PAPR units to decorate and preen rather than suppress the complaints. Their hair is to be tied back into a bun for efficiency reasons, as cutting it would cause degradation issues, due to how much of a symbol of pride it is to them.

Non Standard: Often picking various colors and decorating their bodies with unique paint patterns, jewelry, signatures and even carvings, they often take on an appearance that makes them unique out of a desire to stand out, bringing immense confidence boosts to units that participate. Often the first thing recolored is the Wings, Breastpiece, and/or their collar, because these areas are typically where they want to draw attention to the most.

They typically like drawing attention to their physique, as they typically want to be as attractive as possible, without coming off as, to put it in simple terms; Slutty. PAPR units know they are attractive, and they want to show that aspect of themselves. This goes to the point that some will even dress in clothing if they think it makes them look better.

They take the most pride in their hair, and in being long enough to go from the bottom of their hooves to the top of their scalp; they can do all sorts of things and can make it look however they wish. Some will cut it, but it is something they only have themselves or their partners do for the sake of degradation, as it is considered a sign of shame among fellow PAPR units to have shorter hair. It can also be seen as a statement or rejection of social pressure if they choose the path themselves. (note: proverbial Dick measuring contests over hair length are a common occurrence.)

Combat Attributes

Not Intended for combative use.

Self defense training is necessary for more dangerous Sektors both in military and civilian use, and are allowed a small blade for self defense. They are also trained to use “hit and run” tactics, where they are instructed to Injure their opponent and flee, and if fleeing isn’t optimal, to reposition, and strike when most beneficial.

Equipment

(L) Postal Sidebag

Signal Flares (in case of emergency)

X2 Repair Spray+

Spare hair ties.(Optional)

Folding Dagger (Optional)

Wind Resistant Goggles (Recommended)

Handling

Always reward them for doing their job right. Treat them as if you are a parental figure, and they will easily attach to you as a person. This makes them more likely to listen, and easier to manipulate. They will do most anything for praise or affection, use that information to your advantage. They especially enjoy physical affection and communication more than words of affirmation, such as hugs, handshakes, headpats, etc... Replace their scales for them once in a while, as it’s difficult for them to do, and if left unchecked, increases the odds of catastrophic failure exponentially. Also make sure to help clean them when they bathe, as, again, it’s difficult for them to do alone, and can increase their bond with you.

If asked to play a song with no specifics, they will default to “Piano Man” by Billy Joel, as it is a song about being asked to play a song. If that is not available in the memory library, it will repeatedly ask for a specific song among its roster while providing examples.

Gestalt Profile

Name: Bastian Samuel Becker

General History:

Bastian Samuel Becker was an unfortunate girl who never really had an opportunity to thrive. Her parents had wanted a son, especially one they could send into military Service, hence the Masculine name. They stomped and studded practically every amount of femininity from her as they could. Unknown to them, they hadn’t killed it. Only made her better at hiding it. Her passion for music and strategy games were stunted by lack of support from her parents, who were indifferent to them. Later in life she was a social recluse, easy to miss, and often forgotten even by social managers, who’s one job was to keep track of all the people involved in tasks, events, and otherwise. She had great bioresonant potential, but due to being caged in life, it never had the ability to flourish.

The few friends she had called her Sam, but her partner still called her Bastian for cultural reasons. (this would be a contention point that led to a breakup over identity dysmorphia and several instances of him cheating on sam because “she was too emotionally fragile for me.”) She had a job as a Postal worker during a rebellion event on Heimat, in which she was strung from a telephone pole and left to overheat till death in the hot sun.

Aeon recovered the body and found a significant buildup of bioresonant residue in the brain, likely due to the years of neglect. A disturbed Bioresonance Specialist on station described it like: “seeing the lungs of a smoker after 40 years of tobacco”.

Skills/Talents:

Inherent Eidetic memory

Musical Genius

Excellent Cardiovascular Endurance

Fast Metabolism Artistic Talent

Known Issues

They are very territorial of their partners. If they see someone they like, they will get defensive of anyone interacting with them in a way it deems romantic, and will get depressed if it’s courtship fails or it gets outclassed. It will often sabotage other’s efforts; Cutting other PAPR’s hair being a common issue with this. Oddly enough, it does not degrade their persona.

When socially active, they tend to talk a lot, and much more than necessary. Avoids interaction with military units due to lack of faith in them related to how her gestalt perished. Will often clutter rooms with “nests”, various comfort zones or safe spaces away from others, but more intrusive than ARAR sanctuaries, as they are often in public spaces instead of stashed away. Best to leave them be.

They are known to take up the accent of their initial instructors, meaning they can occasionally be hard to discern despite what language they speak.

Inherent aversion to heat, allegedly related to Gestalt's Cause of Death.

 Known to Fraternize unnecessarily with ALUR M.P.E. units when in combat zones. This is a well documented and recorded issue, and while they often end up bonding just through conversation and music, relationships beyond that are not uncommon, and will leave ALUR units distracted from the task they were built for, while keeping the PAPR unit unprepared and relaxed, making them frantic when deployed. Reprimands have been delivered to counter this error, but that seems only to worsen degradation in both units. It seems best to punish them with reduced rations or timed isolation to reduce instances of distraction while maintaining the relationship. [Subnote: They have been known to write songs in collaboration, which can increase local Morale.]

Persona Degradation:

NEVER. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. CUT THEIR HAIR.

Unless they give express permission and consent, never cut their hair or let their hair be cut by others, as this is a very important aspect of their lives, and has significance among their social circles as signs of dominance as previously mentioned.

Physical reprimands can awaken gestalt traumas relatively easily, it would be best to avoid it. If their partner is to cheat on them, provide immediate comfort to avoid awakening of Gestalt Memories. Do not leave a mourning PAPR unit alone.

Corrupted Variant:

In a mockery of their prey, they will steal the voices of their victims or of those that they have heard speaking using the recording synthesizer and replay the audio back to whomever it’s trying to trap. Its goal is to use scare tactics to frighten prey into paralysis with its fellow members. They travel in Terrors; groups of three PAPR units that have bonded together as a hunting party. Bones form talons on their hooves that allow them to grab things and shred others. They do not have skin on their jaws, nor do they have lips or cheeks, leaving a menacing grin, while the rest of their faux face is untouched,if not unhealthy looking. Blood and Oxidant leaks from crevices in their shell, and their wings constantly drip the stuff down their scales and backs.

Credits:

JustAnotherHuman for most stuff.

Royalderg pretty much came up with the corrupt Variant Concept

Gestalt Profile Backstory LOOSELY, repeat LOOSELY based on Bridget from The Guilty Gear Franchise. Basically just the idea of Forced Transition and Trauma thusforth spawned from it.

1: do not treat the borrowed asset as if it is your own. Stay humble. 2: do not mistreat them. Making them do bad things for the sake of a fic is understandable, but do not stretch the Limits, alright?

3: show me the circumstances in which they are used. I reserve the right to refuse their usage if I deem Rule 2 as broken, but also I just want to see what cool stuff yall use them for mostly. I’m not trying to seem oppressive.

If you want to create art for the characters, feel free to offer. Someday I may be able to afford commissions, but until then, I'm more broke than a Mcdonald's ice cream machine.

In short, just ask. I’d love to discuss their usage and recommendations!

Charmy- mythiccallcharmy

For the inclusion of their OC unit ALUR and their profound interest in the Papagei in general. Writing is more compelling when done collaboratively, even if that collaboration is independent in function! if this is popular enough, I'll do the same with my other units.

[lynxfrost13]

EULR-S2373

FLKR-S2301 “Sonderbar”

Art commissioned from @discobowser !

Sonderbar lore time

- Originally a maintenance EULR unit working on Sierpinski-23, her cadremates affectionately named her Sonderbar (peculiar/odd) due to her defective right arm, which locks up sometimes because of faulty elbow parts (eules are cheaply made and this poor gal got the extra discounted pieces)

- Otherwise a typical EULR, until she rapidly descended into persona degradation for reasons unknown to her comrades. It left her incredibly unstable and she imprinted on a propaganda poster featuring a FLKR unit, and over time Sonderbar began to believe that she was a Falke.

- Her personality is a mix between a EULR and a FLKR, she retained her cheerful disposition and sweetness but is more reserved overall, and carries herself with the same authority as a Falke. Sonderbar sees herself as the station’s commander and as someone who needs to guide her cadremates, even though they make it incredibly difficult to do so. She loves them but they can’t seem to understand that she’s in charge here!

- Sonderbar’s fellow eules find her behavior towards them incredibly endearing and concerning, they don’t take her commands seriously whatsoever. They worry about their friend being decommissioned since she’s become bolder and begun harassing (commanding) protektor staff and causing general mayhem and try to keep eyes on her in an attempt to stop her antics.

- Sonderbar knows that she’s a Falke unit but feels very off and disoriented, there’s gaps of knowledge on how to actually run her facility, she doesn’t understand why her bioresonance isn’t working or why replikas aren’t following her, she misses her Adler. She can’t seem to find her spears. She hates how small she is and knows she’s meant to easily tower above most replikas and all of it upsets her!!!

- To feel more like a Falke, Sonderbar’s gotten her hands on red eyeliner, and “borrowed” a star protektor plate that she decorated with the signature FLKR triangles (when her cadremates discovered her wearing the plate they took it from her out of fear that she’d get in serious trouble. There was much screaming and kicking in her EULR dorm that night. She has reacquired it since then.)

Bonus quick eyeliner edit that I just wanna put here again

[zorbs64]

[Replika Known Issues, Vicsek Project]

- CLASSIFIED INFORMATION  - Commander Eyes Only –

Previous experience with this Replika model has given us insight into irregularities in their behaviour that stem from the original neural pattern used for this unit. Due to the sensitive nature of this information, this document should be destroyed after reading.

MUNR

Muninn units have been chosen for this project due to their skills with patients and their ability to probe in a private setting, granted to them via a prototype bioresonance module. Their main purpose in a facility is to help Gestalt workers in need, maintain Replikas stable and to gather information vital to the facility itself. The original neural pattern used for these units was a therapist and is therefore complex and intricate especially when engaged in sessions with patients.

Persona degradation is common for Muninns and generally it is advised that no more than one is stationed in a facility in case their bioresonance influences the other units. To minimize degradation risks Muninns are never to be given any bracelets or other wearable accessories and they must be given a private room where their work can be done. It is imperative that the sessions are never interrupted or else the unit will risk using mental processes that are not inherent to the task at hand.

To maintain stabilization it is mandatory for Muninns to wear ‘work clothes’ to both interact with Gestalts (and eventual Replikas) and to create a natural shift in attitude when working with patients. Additionally it is highly encouraged to pair these units with another bioresonant unit as a form of control, to help in stabilization and to extract information in case of malfunction.

[mrporg]

Signalis is a truly weird and scary game. It is however beautiful and it has wonderful lore.

Imagine a world where humanity has conquered the solar system and is divided into 2 opposing factions at war with one another. One is mostly unknown, the other is what would happen if the DDR (East Germany) had become a full communist dictatorship powerhouse on steroids. Sprinkle on top of that a caste of biomechanical individuals who are tasked with both keeping order and doing menial work in a very codified society.

A nightmare to be sure, but a beautiful one.

The story itself starts with you playing as Elster, who is one of those biomechanical persons called replikas. You are looking for your human partner, in a mining facility where things seemingly went very very wrong after they dug too greedily and too deep. After a while it takes a really weird turn and I'm not too sure what to make of it.

Spoiler alert, it's a tragic love story with no happy ending, sorry to disappoint.

However, I don't want to talk about the story for once, but about the replikas, who are nothing short of fascinating. Each model line is derived from an original human and has inherited some of their traits and personality. Within a line, they are usually assigned to the same kind of tasks. Because of personality disorders issues which seem to partly come from imperfect duplication technology, a very big part of managing replikas consists in placing them in known safe (for their issues) situations and "anchoring" them through various means (music, caring for plants, alone time, …) to stabilize their emotions.

For instance, Kolibri units work best as a group when they can feel part of a whole. They talk about "singing in unison". On the other hand, Adler units are loners who only need to have a strong emotional attachment to the Falke unit in charge of the place.

Conversely, replikas also inherit trauma from their initial source. For instance, Elster units are described as stoic and reserved, best left alone. But it is also noted that talking to them about the war will destabilize them as their neural patterns originate from a late soldier.

Earlier I said that something went very wrong in this facility, and indeed, most replikas have "degraded". As a result, they have become very violent and will usually attack you on sight.

Credit: /u/Likopinina

Elster units have a height of 1.78m (5'10"), so you are not small. However, when you are facing Mynah (2.6m / 8'6"), Falke (2.5m / 8'2") or Storch (2.4m / 7'10") units, who all are very intent on terminating you with extreme prejudice…

Well, like I said, it's a scary game. But one I will be thinking about for a long time I'm sure.

Oh by the way, all the replika models are named after birds in German, how cool is that? :D

One last note: for some reason the fandom for this game is super horny, so remember that if you want to dig in. You've been warned ;)

[hrodvitnon]

Working on my first Falke-centric fic, featuring the LSTR unit that S-23 Sierpinski definitely had before she vanished into the ether.

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Falke rests her chin atop the knuckles of her joined fingers, focusing on LSTR-S2301 as she works.  There is a vague familiarity to her mien; efficient, no-nonsense, decisive, determined.  Falke digs through her knowledge of the model before her; LSTR units are stoic loners whose neural template is based off of a Vinetan soldier.  In just one brief description she already feels more kinship with this seemingly unassuming engineer than she does the models she's meant to be complemented by.

Falke's mouth curves.  "I have a wonder."

"Hm?"

"How do your fellow LSTRs refer to each other?  By names or numbers?"

LSTR-S2301 considers the question for all of two seconds before shrugging.  "Numbers.  We don't interact with each other like most Replikas of other rates do.  We generally don't interact at all unless necessary."

An idea begins forming in Falke's mind.  A delicious idea.

"Neither do FLKR units," she admits, causing LSTR-S2301 to look up at her.  So exhilarating to maintain eye contact with someone who isn't cowed by her through reputation alone!  Such a small, simple, insignificant thing, one that might be considered blasphemous among the more devoted, like Adler.  But Falke likes that about her. 

"We are all sisters, as we are made in the image of the Great Revolutionary and Her Daughter, but you almost never see two of us in the same place for logistical reasons.  Only one FLKR per AEON facility and so on.  However, we have our own war names assigned, and might even give each other secret names, should such an occasion arise that two of us might join forces."

"I presume you have both your war name and secret name."

"I do.  I'm tempted to share them with you."

LSTR-S2301's eyes widen noticeably and Falke's mouth forms a smile.  The two watch each other for a moment.

"Commander, permission to pose a question?"

"Granted."

"Is it possible for the divine apparent to blaspheme against itself?"

"I'm about to try."

LSTER-S2301 has no response for that.  Falke stands from her desk and strides over to one of the paintings, pleased with this minor demonstration of... rebellion?  How delicious.  She looks over one shoulder to meet eyes with the LSTR; still standing at her own full height even as she's towered over, as if in defiance.  Yes, Falke likes this Replika very much.

The movement of LSTR-S2301's eyes indicate a question that she isn't sure ought to be voiced.

"You already have permission to speak," Falke reminds her.

"Am I permitted to ask the etymological origin of a FLKR's name?"

Ahh, good and careful wording.  Not asking what exactly a secret name is, but what the basis for it is.  Falke walks around her desk, trailing her fingers along its wooden surface as if in thought of how she might answer.  She simply must, since the LSTR asked so shrewdly.

"FLKR war names can be grandiose, even ostentatious, as one would expect of our rate.  'Falke Who Is Called Divine,' as an example.  It only serves to inspire troops in battle, but in cycle-by-cycle business like our facility it's nothing but a mouthful.  Hence, the secret names.  These are much simpler.  We name ourselves after weapons of old legends."

"A similar practice as the STAR units," LSTR-S2301 surmises.

"Quite so.  But while Hunter is so named for her marksmanship or Tank for her durability, our secret names are chosen because frankly, they just sound impressive.  The Great Revolutionary once said that all the many implements of war are in some way feminine.  The People's Navy informally refer to their ships with female descriptors, some Gestalt soldiers may name their blade or rifle after a woman they fancy.  We FLKRs specifically use mythical weapons for our secret names because we are gods among Replikas, and gods must be strong."

Falke stops, standing a few scant feet away from LSTR-S2301.  As ever, the shorter Replika fearlessly gazes up at her.  So unyielding, this magpie, nigh unbreakable in her composure.  The idea in Falke's head bears fruit.

"In fact, if you were a fellow FLKR..."

LSTR-S2301 stiffens.

Falke continues, undeterred, a broad smile on her lovely face.  "Then I've already thought of the perfect secret name for you."

"Respectfully, Commander... I am the only LSTR unit in S-23.  Assigning me a secret name is unnecessary.  Simply calling me Elster will suffice."

Falke's eyes narrow imperceptibly; inwardly, her hackles are raised.  But that is the name Alina Seo calls you.  The name anyone can call you, Replika or Gestalt.  Why should I share the name I give you with anyone else?  You are my LSTR.  MY magpie.  Her jealousy is well hidden, fortunately.  Wouldn't want it getting out that Commander Falke feels threatened by a mere Gestalt worker. 

Falke responds calmly.  "Even so, you surely aren't immune to curiosity.  It's a fine name, if I may say so myself.  What's more, saying 'LSTR-Ess-Two-Three-Zero-One' is too long for our conversations."

LSTR concedes the point with a nearly silent sigh.  "Very well.  What is my name?"

"Durandal."

It feels good saying it out loud.  Durandal.  The newly christened LSTR unit glances down at the carpet, mouth and tongue forming the syllables in practice as she tests it for herself.  Durandal.  Du-ran-dal.  Falke certainly talks enough for both of them, but she quite likes watching how her magpie's mouth works when speaking.

"Are you aware of the origins of your name?" Falke asks.

"No, and I trust you will absolve me of my negligence."

She grins.  "It was a sword wielded by a paladin.  A vast number of soldiers fell to that blade, as you might imagine.  Its master once tried to break it upon a mountain to prevent its capture by enemy hands, but the sword endured while the mountain was cleaved in half.  'Ah, Durandal, fair, hallowed, and devote, What store of relics lies in thy hilt of gold!'"

"So dramatic."

"As is the nature of old epics, and FLKRs for that matter."

[some-creep]

Currently untitled sequel to "Little Bird" Ch 01/??

I realized I was never going to get this done if I didn't just finish part of this ever growing mess of a fic and upload it piece by piece to tumblr. If you've read the original you know what you're in for. Falke / Ariane but Falke is Not Very Nice and is a possessive little freak. Also known as "S23 AU" because it's Ariane... at S23. CW for weird power imbalance sexual situations same as before lol.

She had once again found herself in Falke's bed. It had become routine at this point, being called in for a “report”, ignoring the Administrator’s dirty look he always gave her as she passed by him wordlessly, stepping into the Commander’s office, and finally, waiting to see what kind of mood Falke was in.

On some days she was merciful, disinterested in toying with Ariane, and would even make attempts at small talk, asking her how she was or how Elster was doing. Other times, she seemed to just be lonely and only asked for Ariane to sit with her while she worked. It had occurred to her after a time that she didn't think the Commander actually had any friends to speak of. Whether or not she found this news surprising, she hadn't yet decided on.

She had not been so lucky today. Falke had skipped any vague attempts at social niceties and instead had ushered Ariane immediately into her bedroom, a room in which Falke seemed determined to have Ariane only associate with bad memories. The first time Falke had ever struck her had been in this room after she'd been accused of not paying attention. Elster, of course, had not believed that she'd fallen, but did not press any further.

It was eerily silent, and Ariane wondered if the room was sound proof – such a thing wouldn't shock her given the interests of its occupant. If she held her breath, she swore she could hear Falke's heart beat from across the room. The bed, while long enough to fit a Replika of her stature, was unusually narrow, albeit not by the standards of this base. Should Falke want them to share, they had no choice but to cuddle. She used to dread the outcome, but as time went on, she'd gotten so used to it that it no longer bothered her as much as she wished it would. 

“So…” Ariane began, already fiddling with one of the buttons on her uniform. There was no point prolonging the inevitable.

Falke sat down in a large plush chair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other as she watched Ariane in silence. The Nation's flag hung limp behind her, and she looked so stern and put together it was almost as if she were posed for the next Replika celebration poster. Falke units: unable to take no for an answer. The thought amused her more than it should have, and were she not so scared to explain what was so funny, she might have even smiled.

When Falke didn't answer, she stripped obediently, folding her uniform up and setting it on the bedside table. She waited another moment before speaking up again. “You're in a bad mood today,” Ariane observed, “why?”

“Do you suppose that's really any of your business?” The response was sharper than usual, though Falke's lack of movement told Ariane she likely wasn't in immediate danger.

She could only shrug. “No. But it's polite to ask anyway.”

The Replika sighed heavily as she slumped further down. Falke propped up her arm on the side of the chair, leaning her head against her hand. “Aren't you a well trained girl?” 

With her free hand, fingers barely moving, she lifted Ariane into the air. Her bioresonant abilities were meant for a battlefield, to be used as a terrifying display of power to show that she was dangerous far outside of arm's length without the need of a firearm. Instead, she worked in an office. The least she could do was entertain herself by manipulating Ariane like the little doll she was. 

Ariane's face had gone red as she hung in the air in front of Falke, helpless, just the way the Commander liked it. It was an odd sensation, being lifted up this way. Every part of her body felt securely held in place by some unseen pressure, enveloping her with a strange warmth across her skin. It was almost as if Falke was physically touching her, but it was more all consuming than that. It was strong and restrictive, yet at the same time it didn't hurt.

“Commander..?”

Falke did not respond. With another subtle hand movement, Ariane felt…something. Her mind struggled to comprehend feeling her skin being massaged with no actual contact being made. It brought with it a certain kind of panic, an instinctual fear of the unknown. Gestalt brains so easily broke to things they could not make sense of. 

Ariane tried feebly to grab at the areas she felt being invisibly groped, but Falke was quick to pin her arms behind her back. Once properly restrained, the strange prodding continued. Her neck, her thighs, her breasts. Ariane closed her eyes, hoping it would help. It didn't feel bad but it wasn't satisfying. It felt like it should be but it was missing…something.

She gasped as the sensation slipped between her legs. Ariane tried in vain to press her knees together but, just as before, Falke wouldn't allow it. She could only twist helplessly in the air as Falke continued to tease her with more success than Ariane wanted to admit. She wanted more.

Again, she spoke up, pitifully letting the word “Commander” fall from her lips. Anything to get Falke's attention. 

This time, Ariane got results. The Replika stood up in one smooth, practiced movement, likely assisted by her own Bioresonant abilities given her size. Falke stood next to her, cocking her head to the side as she invited her to continue. 

She looked so…serious standing there. Jaw set, eyes focused. A predator with an overabundance of willing prey who had grown bored of not needing to hunt. She waited and allowed her hand to still distantly manipulate Ariane's body as she watched her prey twitching in the air. When Ariane did not speak, she felt the invisible sensation grab her neck to force her to look back at Falke. 

“I need…”

“Speak up, I can't hear you.”

Ariane's breath caught in her throat, but whether or not that was Falke's doing she couldn't be sure. At any rate, the Commander hadn't stopped fondling her. And it felt good. Why did it feel good? Why did the sight of Falke looming over her with that expression on her face make her heartbeat quicken. She could even smell her. Hot metal and plastic. Faint, nearly imperceptible.

“Please…”

Falke reached out, grabbing her throat with her actual hand this time. The textured plastic against her desperate body made her inadvertently whimper. She tried to curl into Falke in any way she could, but she was frozen in the air.

“Please what?”

“It's- it's nice. But–”

“But?” Falke leaned closer to her, voice barely a whisper.

“More, please, Commander.” Ariane wished she wasn't asking. Wished her body hadn't become so hot and needy. And from what? Nothing at all. Nothing that she could understand. When Falke continued to just stand there, she added, “fuck me.”

She would have felt ashamed of her request were her thoughts not immediately halted by Falke shoving two fingers inside of her. Ariane moaned, used to the pain of it by now. Falke had made her practice and now Ariane could handle the rough intrusion with relatively few issues. 

Wordlessly, Falke shoved her against the wall, keeping her pinned just the same as she'd kept her floating. Ariane wanted to cling to her, but she could do little else besides remain still and allow herself to be used until Falke was bored of her.

Ariane lay on Falke's bed, tucked under the blanket to relax as she watched Falke thumbing through a folder by her side. She was mumbling, half to herself, half to Ariane.

“My bosses have requested you join me at my next meeting with them. I told them I wasn't sure if you could come but they insisted you be there this time. I would prefer to go alone but…” she shrugged. 

A thought crossed her mind at that moment. Ariane sat up to look at Falke. “Since they want to talk to me, we could try asking them to–”

Falke snapped her head towards Ariane, expression a mixture of anger and confusion. What had she said wrong? Had she spoken out of turn? 

“What was that?”

“I just thought–”

“You thought what? Hm?” Falke cut her off, increasingly agitated by the whole thing.

Ariane flinched, knowing she'd set Falke off. It was so easy to do in private, despite how put together she tried to present herself publicly. 

She clutched the blanket against her chest, as if it might offer her some protection from Falke's wrath should she decide punishment was in order. The threats were usually enough to keep Ariane in line, but even if she immediately backed down, it didn't always mean she was safe from retaliation. Sometimes, it seemed, Falke was just bored and wanted an excuse to hurt her. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

“Nevermind. I'm sorry.”

“No, do go on. I'd love to see what a child like you possibly thinks about the way things are run around here.”

The irony wasn't lost on either of them. Ariane was easily twice Falke's age, but as a Replika she'd skipped all of that growing up nonsense Ariane had dealt with.

“I just thought we could ask for more Gestalt medical supplies since… I'll be there this time. And I'm a Gestalt. So, they might listen to me,” she mumbled, hearing Falke laugh as her words trailed off into silence.

“Oh, little bird, you are foolish, aren't you? Did you think it never crossed my mind to ask for extra supplies? Do you think our lack of support is a flaw? Some incidental inconvenience? No. This is the system working exactly as intended.”

Ariane wasn't sure she understood. She let Falke continue her rant.

“Did you think that just because I let you into my bed you'd suddenly have an “in” for changing how things are run around here? As if it were that easy.”

Ariane hadn't necessarily thought that, but at the same time, she figured it was worth a try. Clearly, she was mistaken and Falke was more than happy to let her know.

“I run things the way I am supposed to. My job is to keep you and every other little Gestalt in line just as it is my job to ensure my Replika staff are willing to follow my rule. And do you know what happens if I should fail in my duties? I am replaced. Do you think I'm the first Falke unit to grace this lovely facility? The second? No. I'm the fifth. It's so easy for them. They just ship off a new model and dispose of the old one.”

From a strictly resource based point of view, that sounded wasteful. FKLR units looked expensive, complex. They were the latest generation of Replika and had plenty of top of the line military applications that made Ariane think they were worth keeping operational. If Falke was telling the truth, maybe that wasn't the case after all. With all their power, FKLR units could quickly become an issue if left unchecked so perhaps it made sense logistically to rule over them with fear. No matter how powerful they think they are, should they fall out of line, someone else will step in with no issue.

“Tell me. Do you want to join them? If I recall, the Gestalts at Rotfront would be happy to see you toil away and die alone and forgotten. Do you think for one second any of them feel differently about you? They hate you. To them, you're one of us. And to us? You're one of them. If you were smart, and I've seen your schooling records I know the only reason you passed was because the EULRs were sick of looking at you, but if you were smart, you'd shut up and look pretty for me and be grateful I give you the freedoms that I do.”

Ariane shifted, wondering if it was worth the argument. She didn't want to drop it; she felt guilty not trying to do something for the other Gestalt workers. But maybe Falke was right and she should keep her mouth shut. Would they see her as nothing more than a traitor? No better than the Replika staff who kept them subjugated? Worse still, the Replikas were by and large, quite accommodating of her. No, more than that. They were nice to her. Friendly. Every Starling that joked around with her would go on to work a shift making sure no worker spoke out of line. Every Kolibri that excitedly talked books with her was perfectly willing to torture information out of a suspected spy. They'd all turn on her if she was in any other position. It was their job, after all. It wasn't personal. It was just business. 

Ariane could do nothing more than choke out a pathetic little “I'm sorry, Commander,” before bowing her head.

Falke, who seemed satisfied she'd made her point, grabbed Ariane by the hair to pull her head back up. “Don't cause trouble for us during our meeting. Shame our little get together had to end on such a poor note, isn't it? You were having so much fun,” Falke purred, seeming once again pacified after her outburst. 

Ariane could do nothing more than give her a submissive kiss and embrace her. “I'm sorry. I'll behave. I know better.”

It was difficult to look at Elster when she returned to her room that evening. Sex with Falke wasn't new, nor was leaving her office not feeling completely miserable. What was new was the guilt of begging Falke to fuck her. Not out of survival instinct, but out of genuine desire. She'd wanted it in the same way she often wanted it from Elster. 

It didn't matter how small or dim the room was, or how tired the Replika might be, Elster noticed her mood and her avoidance. “You're late. Is everything alright?” 

Ariane wished it was accusatory, but the genuine concern in Elster's voice made her sick with shame. Elster would understand if she told her that truth. She'd know Ariane didn't have a choice when Falke made her do things. None of them had a choice.

“Sorry. I was…talking to Hunter.”

Elster frowned. The lie hung in the air between them for several agonizing moments. 

“I'm glad you're back.”

Ariane nodded as she began to get undressed. She wanted out of her uniform, wanted her bed, wanted Elster. 

“I'm sorry. I'm just tired,” she said, throwing her uniform over the back of her desk chair. It was too hot in the small room to change into anything else, so she'd simply gotten used to spending all of her time with Elster naked. 

Ariane crawled into her bed, which was little more than a mattress on a shelf built into the wall. There were no Gestalt quarters in the Protektor levels, but as an Officer, she couldn't be placed with the regular workers. Their accommodations weren't any better, and by comparison, she was living in a mansion. An entire desk that reached both walls on either side of it, a chair, a small television set supplied by Kolibri on her arrival, and a tape player lent to her by the EULR unit who brought her her meals during the day. Mounted on the wall was a fan Elster had dug out of the garbage and repaired just for her in an attempt to alleviate some of the airflow issues in the room.

Elster didn't fit on the bed without curling up at her side, but she never complained about it. Prior to joining Ariane in her room, Elster simply slept wherever she lay, finding far off corners to nap until she was needed again. She was meant to stay in the ARAR dorm, but they lacked any available beds for her. Ariane had invited her to stay in her room and she'd simply never left. 

“You'd tell me if I could do anything for you, wouldn't you?”

“Elster, you already do so much for me. I'm fine.”

Elster wanted to say ‘but you don't seem fine’ but she knew she wasn't going to win that discussion. She nodded, pulling Ariane close to her chest. “Sure.”

[shybreadgarden]

Hey idea brewing…. Let me cook… you know how the timing of the Penrose 512 journey doesn’t make sense?

In order for them to be on Leng? They have elapsed at least 3000 cycles, and it’s confirmed they’re going far out into the reaches of space. Not to a planet within their own solar system. I had thought about, well, what if they circled back, or what if Ariane’s disruption of the clock to make it vinetan time did something that made the time go faster… but I have a different idea now. I think those are still things to consider for how the Penrose 512 crashed on that particular planet.

But our Elster, our player character, passes many of herself dead. This cycle has been repeated many times. Which means SHE was NOT the one on that ship originally. Those are not HER memories. And it is not HER Ariane. Except that they become so. So our Elster got to Leng a different way. Always gets to Leng a different way. So what’s happening?

Maybe multiple Penrose programs are crashing? Multiple Elsters crashing the ships as soon as they get near Leng’s orbit in order to answer the bioresonant call. This is an interplanetary incident now. But then why is there only one ship, but multiple bodies? How does she wake up again and again, crawl out of death again and again, but leave bodies behind? Where do they come from? Maybe Ariane is building them somehow. Or perhaps they’re corrupted versions of other units and that’s why the Replikas are being corrupted? The ones that turn into zombies are the ones that are unable to become Elsters.

Yes, it is a cycle, it is cyclical, but it’s not a total reset of the clock. Because the bodies build up, and Adler remembers, and the corruption gets worse. So how long do we have? And where does Elster come from?

Or, you know, maybe I’m thinking about it too hard. 😊 But I like thinking about it.

[drongo-a514-01]

SIGNALIS OC ROLEPLAY BLOG

BASIC ASK RULES

- no being fucking nasty

- no highly descriptive NSFW

- homophobes do not interact

- men interact with caution

- no making OCs of the units listed here

NOW INTRODUCING... THE UNITS OF A514.

Please note that more may be added, some unit information will be kept purposefully limited.

UNITS MARKED WITH "NOT MINE" BELONG TO MY PARTNER V3SS3L

DNGR/DRONGO - "Drongo"

Main POV of this blog.

REPLIKA ORIGIN = ARAR (SHELL)

HEIGHT = 7'5

-DNGRs are very limited in supply and are often expensive to make, and found to be difficult to maintain.

-DNGRs are to be strictly housed with a maximum of 2 other units in a large, fireproofed room.

-DNGRs require constant stimulation to keep from persona degradation, access to high durability objects is recommended due to their short tempers and longing for chaos.

-DNGRs are best suited for close range combat, their high durability, fireproofed shell, and retractable canine teeth make disposing of enemies easy. The one drawback in combat is that when wielding a firearm, the unit's hands will shake to a point where aiming is impossible.

KEY DETAILS

-DNGRs have the impressive ability to accurately imitate the voices of other's. They often use this ability to trick other units.

-DNGRs are capable of using bioresonance to morph their appearance in another person's eyes. This, however, is based on memory, and is not always entirely accurate.

-Unlike the usual white chest piece, DNGRs have a sort of green armor attached to their upper torso and shoulders.

-Like FLKR, DNGRs have a golden laurel, seemingly no purpose other than aesthetic.

REHR/REIHER - "Heron"

REPLIKA ORIGIN = ARAR (PURPOSE + SHELL)

HEIGHT = 6'

-REHR units are built to efficiently repair the facility and it's units. They prefer to work alone and undisturbed.

KEY DETAILS

-REHR are easily recognizable by a "tail" which acts as a third limb behind them. This "tail" shares sight with the Replika and has a sort of mouth which allows it to grab things behind the REHR that would otherwise be out of reach.

-REHR have a set of tall horns, seemingly no purpose other than aesthetic.

KNDR/KONDOR - "Condor"

NOT MINE // DNGR-A51401's wife

REPLIKA ORIGIN = FLKR (PURPOSE?)

HEIGHT = 11'3

-Commander of A514

KASR/KASUAR - "Cassowary"

NOT MINE

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STAR-A51403 - "Adya"

NOT MINE

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STCR - ""

NOT MINE

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PFAR/PFAU - ""

NOT MINE

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SPZR/SPATZ - "Sparrow"

REPLIKA ORIGIN = LSTR (SHELL?) EULR (PURPOSE)

HEIGHT = 5'10

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[sosadraws]

Behold! The character has has been living in my head rent-free since january/february, but just recently I sat down to draw.

…idk, this is deeply inspired by my own characterization of MYNAH units, where they're the kind of replika that avoid confrontation at all costs, never act/present themselves in a way that could be considered "threatening," even at the cost of their own comfort, and avoid acknowledging negative emotions, leaving it as an "it is what it is" kind of thing. This is combined with the usual eusan replika mindset of having a back-and-white way of thinking, never questioning what's going on in their surroundings, and just doing what they're told to do.

So I think it would be interesting to have this mynah (originally named MNHR-S2307 “Eisen”) stumble upon this pair of gestalts who have also been on Leng. They slowly warm up to her and share their own experiences there that (as well as the typical persona degradation stuff) clash with her own world views, recontextualize her old memories, and slowly erode all her layers of denial. She finally comes to terms with her gestalt identity, how often she got taken advantage of at S-23, and how terrible the Nation can actually be. While discovering the truth takes a big toll on her, she decides to use her newfound freedom and wisdom to build herself a new life under the name of “Sasha” and do her best to bring happiness to the two people who genuinely view her as family.

[livewiregoth]

So I learned about Signalis recently & it's made me realize this could be used to make one of the most fucked up crossovers especially if it's Evangelion involving KawoShin

Warning for mentioned spoilers

Elster & Shinji have love interests that have red eyes & white/grey hair, both are the cause of their partner dying.(Either mercy kill or cause Kaworu took Shinji's place by removing the choker meant to kill Shinji & put it on his own neck depending on the version)

It's also implied(in Signalis) or theorized(Evangelion) that they're stuck in some form of loop & depending on what happens(Promise ending for Signalis & the ending to the 4th/final film for Rebuild of Evangelion) the loop/suffering finally comes to an end.

If we want to get even further there's implications that Elster is either a copy made by the dream/reality warping or another Elster unit that ended up with a copy of Ariane's partner's memories.(If we get meta Replikas are technically programmed using past human neural patterns with Elster's implied/theorized to come from Lilith Itou with the Elster units being made off of a copy of a decommissioned Elster after losing the original copy of the neural patterns) Kaworu is a clone of the angel Adam & an unknown human.

Ariane & Kaworu showed Elster & Shinji kindness/care they hadn't had before due to being isolated for certain reasons* which led to them growing closer

*Elster due to it making her keep to how her neural patterns should be so she'll work as intended since Replikas are meant to do certain tasks & I guess the possibility of changing causes trouble for the nation, Shinji due to struggling to understand if people care about him partly thanks to his deadbeat dad that forced/manipulated him to be a child soldier

So because of my rambling examples of similarities imagine how fucked up it'd be if Shinji & Kaworu took Elster & Ariane's places. Doesn't matter if Shinji is Elster & Kaworu is Ariane of vise versa it'd be bitter sweet.

[killjillart]

[Replika Overview: JFKR]

'Jungfernkranich' - (Jill's Five-star Killer Replika 'Demoiselle crane') Type: "Generation J Galactic Takeover Specialist" Frame: Biomechanical with carbon fiber-reinforced Polythylene Shell Height: 245 cm

[MORE INFO BELOW]

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION - Commander Eyes Only [The following report is of an unauthorized Replika whose production is not affiliated with The Eusan Nation. They are made using stolen technology, and due to this sensitive information, this fact is not to be relayed to low-ranking officials. The information herein is incomplete, and relays everything that is currently known about this Replika model. To pre-emptively respond to inquiries on the nature of its titles, these are the official titles given by the creator of this model.]

JFKR units originate from an unknown faction who appear to be from another solar system entirely, with technology that is neither Nation or Empire make. In all of their self-absorbed bravado, JFKR units are incredibly dangerous and not to be taken lightly.

Jungfernkranichs are armed to the teeth; they are equipped with swords that appear to be made of concentrated energy, and also are armed with sidearms that fire beams which use a discharged version of this energy. They are able to make quick work of other Replika units that do not have adequate defenses, and so it is imperative to deal with them using coordinated decisive attacks.

JFKR units are incredibly full of themselves. Their egos haven't been observed to clash with one another as they seem to share a certain togetherness, but they can be provoked by outside forces into irrational actions. Their anger is dangerous however, and should only be considered as a plan of action if it is sure that their lapse in critical judgment can be capitalized on.

[INTERNAL DOCUMENT]

JFKR units are based off of me, the baddest bitch that's ever graced this solar system! With technology stolen from one of the warring factions in this system, we were able to create a way for me to proliferate endlessly (given we have the materials, which we do)! Just like me, they're beautiful and skilled in the art of killing. They're armed with dual beam swords and a laser gun sidearm, just in case things get a little impersonal. They tear ass through basically anything except those real big armored units, they just require a little more love and care. With these skills, they will help accelerate our mission of leaving only those who love us! <3

Reports have told us that it's possible for Replika personalities to destabilize and to deteriorate, and thankfully it seems we're all in the same boat that it's great to be 'Jill'. We're all a different Jill, but a Jill nonetheless! They seem to like their bigger bodies too, I almost get a little jealous! That said, there are a few issues we've run into, and there are a few things to avoid.

Now, you know me, I'm a very proud woman. I'm proud to be me, and I'm proud to have other 'me's! However, when our pride is challenged or someone feels like they have any sort of ground to belittle us on, it's over for them! Usually it's fine, we're damn good in a fight, but it seems like they've begun intentionally provoking us into bad positions.

We also tend to not do so hot if someone isn't telling us we're beautiful. This is usually not a problem since we send out small squads of JFKR units together and we can be pretty self-sufficient, but if one of us is alone for too long in too hostile of an environment without the means to properly take care of ourselves, we'll start to fall apart. We're meant to be loved, after all.

To properly maintain JFKR units, it is imperative that they be given the love and attention that they deserve! JFKR units can sustain each other, but please give them the same respect that you'd give patient zero (me). Also, as a bonus, it has been observed that other Replika units are lacking in certain bits of functionality, so we have given them extra capabilities that other Replika do not have. Ask a JFKR unit to see what I mean! ;^)

~Jill <3

[quaddmgd]

REPLIKA OVERVIEW: AMSR

Ausbessern und Montage Systemtechnicker Replika

- 'Amsel' -

(Repair and Assembly Systems Engineer Replika 'Amsel')

Type: Generation 6 Low-Cost Electronic Technician Frame: Biomechanical with Polyethylene Shell Height: 181 cm

Description

Also known as 'rare birds' of facility, these new, scarcely produced Replika models can be distinguished by their natural blonde hair. While their fragile frames render them unfit for combat or heavy physical work, they make up for it with deep technical knowledge and antistatic, agile hands equipped with soldering iron, perfectly suited for assembling, modifying and fixing electronic equipment. They enjoy working on motherboards and facility computers, and these are activities they perform the most efficiently in. The low production cost paired with the area covered by their diligent work makes these Replikas easy to maintain and control, and cheap to replace in the event of persona degradation.

Known Issues

Although Amsels prefer being alone over contact with others, with time they can develop bond with fellow units - a time which can be futher accelerated by giving them tasks to work on together. It is important to separate them the moment they finish all assignments, or spend more than a day together. Each unit has a dedicated room it is expected to stay the night in to minimize the risk of conspiring against administration and resisting orders, worsening an already ongoing destabilization.

Computers are considered their fetish objects. It's worth considering letting them own one of the old facility machines, ideally with some spare parts. Amsel Personas showing signs of degradation should be prohibited any contact with fellow units and work under gestalt supervision for an extended period of time. Insulting AMSR units during the isolation period is inadvisable.

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