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- TRFACT maintenance manual, opening chapter
The TRFACT exists because the Alternian military functions a bit differently than the human one. Trolls form crews with quadrants, quadrant-corners, and clade. Some even take their lusii to space with them. The logistics are terrifying.
Together, the TRFACT (or “Truefact”, as they absolutely do not call themselves) sorts through a metric shit-ton of personal data to try and build functioning Fleet crews. The triad is an Empire-building powerhouse spinning away in its purpose built spaceship out in the boonies. Unknown to almost everyone, they shape the lives of every Fleet-bound troll. They’ve been at it for 5 sweeps already.
And yes, they totally pick favorites.
Metadata
Blood: Green, just a few shades under lime
Age: 14 sweeps
Gender: None
Personal Handle: silenceAdvancing [SA]
Professional Handle: primaryTRFACT [1T]
Strife Specibus: spikekind (disarmed)
Lusus: Three-eyed dear (deceased)
Typing Quirk: <brief></efficient.>
A thoughtful troll who was a Sufferist and a death-cultist in their youth. They are gentle by nature, but tend to be emotionally distant and apathetic when left to their own devices. Easily the most comfortable with being helmed.
The Compiler
Blood: Jade
Age: 14 sweeps
Gender: Male
Personal Handle: ramshackleConfinement [RC]
Professional Handle: secondaryTFACT [2T]
Strife Specibus: scythekind (disarmed)
Lusus: Scorpion-beast (deceased)
Typing Quirk: FRIENDLY enough, if somewhat pretentious. NOT fond of saying anything in a few words that COULD be said in several paragraphs.
An intellectual and a bit of a show-off. His naturally mercurial personality has mellowed out some during his time in TRFACT... he’s still pretty dramatic, though.
And extremely skeeved out by mind control: he’s had the hardest time with getting helmed. A previous escape attempt (read: trying to forcibly rip himself free) left him with one blind eye and several lesions on the language centre of his brain. Without his exterior hardware, he'd be spitting nothing but word salad. Sometimes that happens anyways.
Deepmine
Blood: Brown
Age: 14 sweeps
Gender: Female
Personal Handle: painstakingPerception [PP]
Professional Handle: tertiaryTRFACT [3T]
Strife Specibus: wrenchkind (disarmed)
Lusus: Porcu-skunk (presumed deceased)
Typing Quirk: talks. like maybe. the person they’re talking to. is a little bit stupid.
Deepmine is the weakest psionic of the triad but a passable psychic (she’s able to influence – but not control – the minds of nearby trolls). She's nozy and brash and irritable, but she’s also got a secret soft spot for underdogs. Excellent with making software do things it really shouldn’t.
Quadrants
These guys are disgustingly ash. You know that couple that goggles heart eyes at each other all day and makes out in the park? Like that, but with mediation.
Deepmine c3< Metadata c3< Compiler
