#i have no problems with implementing later sources into HCs

[leynaeithnea]

The Palladium Heist stabbing is haunting me.....

[marcusrobertobaq]

How "famous" are Connor and Kara during the game? What's their public image like?

Nothing major, just some few observations i don't see people talking about. I just wanted to leave this saved in here. Maybe can inspire somebody, who knows.

I won't be talking about Markus cuz his whole deal is exactly the public image in this game, so i'll be only commenting on "CyberLife's new detective prototype" and "the runway AX400".

⚠️ ALERT OF POOR ENGLISH SKILLS AND EXPLANATIONS. I also got a bit of HC here to help expressing my feelings.

-> Kara, the rogue AX400 model

A quick summary: She got a price on her head...and Alice made her life difficult. Don't worry, i gonna explain.

Although having a common face can be an advantage in some infiltrations, Kara's face can also be a target on her back, even if she changed appearance.

Everything start with her escape from Todd (determinant murder). In the night she escapes itself everything was cool tho but there was a big problem: witnesses. She walked into public spaces (like the bus), got a kid by her side, can even steal some stuff and point a gun at people - and ofc these are TRACKS. Want something worse? Her case appears on TV.

If Todd is alive he even gives an interview

Now she's wanted by the law.

People in the region is wary for any AX400 with her likeness, the police is all over the region trynna find someone with the discriptions. A girl with the AX400 likeness, without a LED and in human clothes? IT'S HER.

(she was lucky the guy from the motel didn't insist in her ID)

And u can notice her "disguise" ain't that perfect cuz the police can still recognize her - probably cuz of the fact she looks like an AX400, changed appearance and GOT A KID ON HER SIDE (likely the discription given by the bus guy).

But Kara is also lucky: these types of case are becoming constant. The number of "androids going rogue" rising. Although she's all over the news, she's still a commercial android. If she escapes it's likely people would forget about her after some time cuz there will be another case like this and other suspicious AX400s.

So my bet is "the rogue AX400 on the run" is something well known, but may be forgettable - not the case per se but "WHO" this actually is.

Nobody knows "Kara", only the "dangerous AX400 from the chase" the police struggled. But we got a LOT of AX400s and lotta of 'em gonna go deviant. It's even funny how they especulate the "young woman" and "little girl" are 2 defective machines. These unconfirmed sources are always so fucking shady.

And u see nobody recognizes her outside Detroit (for whatever reason), not even the cop, even with her case on the news. Idk if it was difficult implementing something checking if the police recognized her or not (meaning they would get an update on Kara's "new" appearance).

I guess was something local, her case is public - but her name? Nah. Again: even tho we got disadvantages when spotted in small regions, if she disappears she has just...dissapeared. Even the "Android Crime Unit" gives up her case 😂

-> Connor RK800, CyberLife's new prototype

First of all i think his face was probably in all places after this hostage situation.

Even if he fails, some cut stuff suggests some people remembered him as the android negotiator in Partners (when the 2 chapters didn't had a 2 months time skip).

I bet he was all over the internet too, although i think his name was unknown in that period. The only ones that knew his name was probably the SWAT team - "My name's Connor, i'm the android sent by CyberLife".

And then we got Ortiz's case. Reporters were there and everybody saw an android entering the crime scene (what they ain't supposed to do) with Lt. Anderson - a known figure in the city, quite famous in law enforcement i'd say.

Later in the game is mentioned in the news a new "detective prototype" was assigned to the DPD from several sources, the first case of an android with active role in crime scenes. Also the fact a "Android Crime Unit led by Anderson" was formed. I honestly don't know if they knew Connor's name, but his model series ain't difficult to find out or getting leaked. From there it's even easier getting both information together. For now the public don't know "Connor".

I assume after The Nest and On the Run (where Connor appears in public again and gathers LOTTA attention) everybody already know at least about the RK800 from the hostage situation now working with the Police Department. If it's positive or negative i really don't know, but he def gathered attention esp if he's succesful. The chase on the highway also gets on the news. My bet would be people inside the police department know his name, or at least "Connor, the detective prototype model".

By Public Enemy i assume overall cops know him, like that one that can be saved in The Hostage. He's recognized by his face, model and name. I like imagining after Markus speech was expected Anderson and Connor would be called, after all it's the "Android Crime Unit". Maybe it's limited tho, Perkins doesn't seem to know 'em so i think Connor ain't known in federal level law enforcement. It's at this point i think Connor is starting to make a name as "Deviant Hunter" among the deviants. We've already had The Eden Club murder case, the Ortiz murder case, the Hostage situation, Connor and the police searching for the runway (killer) AX400.

For the average people on the streets i think "RK800 Connor, the CyberLife's latest prototype, the detective model" is already recognized at least if mfs watch the news about androids, and he also got a name in law enforcement - now also known by the FBI.

So yea, i'd say he's quite known but i wouldn't call him a celebrity, esp cuz androids are in a negative pov in this universe. Also ain't cuz Connor is known that he'll also be relevant. "Androids investigating androids?" must be a common question too. In law enforcement it's likely he's "disliked" cuz means androids are now taking active roles from humans, but the public opinion probably print a "protector of human lives" kinda image depending on his succesful actions like the Hostage one (if he saved Emma) and the Stratford Tower one (if he prevented a massacre), but i'd take it with a grain of salt. It raise questions which CyberLife always remain silent and the authorities refuse sayin' something. And what happens when we ain't got official sources? Rumors are spread and opinions are overall divided.

But it's a valid questioning the average folk would have: is Connor really a detective model? Why can he use guns? Why we got androids using weapons now? How do we know he won't turn against humans? How do we know CyberLife ain't pulling 'em strings again? Will androids replace humans in every single space?

Only thing i know is Connor is "recognizable".

And if he bring the army? Damn, that shit was all over the news. People would def comment.

[alderaani]

Revenge

just my little contribution inspired by the Crys Discourse on @clonesandmoans today. hc that a man with hair that colour knows he’s a bastard and embraces it with open arms. i hope this makes sense - it’s very raw and unbeta’d, i had to work this weekend and i’m so tired and unmotivated atm, so it was nice to just finish something. also part of my 100 one word prompts project, prompt list linked here, masterlist linked here

Crys stared down at the box in his hands, feeling his stomach turn as he took in the picture on the front: the manic smile on the model’s face, the sickly, almost radioactive tinge to their yellow hair, and the cheap, almost tacky feel to the flimsi.

“Where did you find this?” he croaked, sounding horrified even to his own ears. It was breaking several of the cardinal rules of brotherhood: never show fear, never surrender. There was an excited, gleeful buzz in the air as his brothers hovered around him, poorly stifling laughter.

Trapper grinned, but the edges of it were sharp, like the edges of a trap door. It was the expression he wore when he was on the hunt. Crys had been on the receiving end of it more times than he could count, but this was the first time he’d actually felt afraid.

“A space port just outside the Rishi Maze. Trust me, vod, it’s the good shit.”

Crys turned the box of hair dye over and let out an involuntary noise of alarm. “It’s from the credit store, how good can it be?”

“A bet’s a bet, and you lost,” Trapper reminded him needlessly. Crys was extremely aware of the bet, and suspected he would be now for the rest of his life. “If you need any help reaching the back we’re ready and willing. Just shout.”

There was another round of laughter from the brothers busy touching up their own hair in the communal ‘fresher mirror. Crys eyed the way Aster was leaning against the door controls as he swept a wide-toothed through his curls, whistling. When he caught him looking, Aster gave him a jaunty wave. Crys knew that if he so much as stepped towards the door he’d be dogpiled before he could blink.

“Karking hell,” he muttered, ripping open the box and laying out the torture implements on the counter. “You’re one mean bastard, vod.”

Trapper smirked, stepping up beside him with his razor in hand. “Just don’t forget your eyebrows.”

As the bleach set in and bright, blistering yellow came rumbling on its heels, Crys stared miserably into the mirror. The bet stipulated he had to keep this for just four weeks. He could do this.

Couldn’t he?

-

When Crys walked into the mess hall the next cycle, there was a rippling wave of silence – the stunned, deafening kind that usually settled after a bomb drop. Crys sighed irritably and headed towards the canteen hatch, Trapper half a step behind. His batch mate snickered into the quiet as Crys lamented the fact it was impossible to eat with a bucket on.

Commander Cody was sat at his usual table, black caf by one elbow, his face smooshed into the table top. At the abrupt silence, Crys watched him peel his cheek from the plastoid surface with a jerk, his bleary eyes scanning the assembled vode for hostiles. Very quickly, his commander found the source of the problem. He stared at Crys; Crys stared back. Then Cody blinked, slow and deliberate, and put his face determinedly back onto the table, narrowly avoiding his mug. It was as good a blessing as could be hoped for.

Blockade was on duty when he reached the hatch, his ladle abandoned, his chin resting in his hands.

“Wow,” he said, seemingly transfixed. “I thought we were against terror tactics in warfare.”

Crys let out a tight, murderous noise. “Two protein cubes and a carton of bantha milk, please.”

Blockade passed him the food without further comment, but as Crys turned to head towards an empty table, far away in the corner, he heard him lean in and whisper to Trapper.

“D’you think he’d glow in the dark?”

“Nah, we checked last night when he went to sleep. The dye was only a credit.”

-

Stood back in front of the same fresher mirror four weeks later, Crys finished towel drying his freshly done hair and grinned ferally as the violent yellow came flopping into view.

He set down the towel and ran his fingers through it, checking for any patches where the colour hadn’t taken, but the dye job was remarkably even. Trapper had been right – it really was the good shit. All his brothers had let him have his peace this time around, leaving him with little laughing comments they’d ‘see him when he’d gotten back to normal’.

When he was satisfied, Crys dumped the empty box into the trash hatch and hummed to himself as he wiped down the counter, unable to supress his laughter whenever he caught sight of his own reflection. It really was an awful colour – lurid and sickly and just the wrong side of yellow that it clashed with the 212th armour horribly. He should have hated it, and he had in the beginning.

But as the weeks had rolled on, he’d realised he actually quite liked being recognised. The hair was something so unmistakable, so wholly his, that now even the nat-born officers knew him by name. Sure, it would have been nice if it had taken something less obnoxious, but Crys knew better than to look a gift-blurrg in the mouth. When people looked at him now, his appearance demanded to be known.

It was a dizzying feeling, terrifying and addicting all at once, and Crys loved getting to say what their collective faces couldn’t; that they were thinking, feeling individuals, who knew their own minds. He knew what the long necks called them in the Senate (meat droids, technology, property) and the way the politicians bartered over them like they would haggle a speeder repair. It tempered some of that ever-present rage, to look in the mirror and see someone looking back.

But it wasn’t all about the sweeping, existential problems. Crys was a man of emotional depth, he could appreciate the little things, too.

His brothers had been looking forward to the bet being over even more than he had - they were the ones who had to look at him, after all.

So the sounds of disgust echoing round the barracks as he entered them, and the sweeping rush of vengeance in his gut, were two very beautiful things indeed.