Invader Name: Valid Chemical Reaction

Height: 5’4’’

Technical Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nickname: Valid

Species: Desert/Aquatic Qwuedeviv Cross Cyborg

Rank: Formerly Specialist

Appearance: Valid is composed of brownish plates of armor—actual material used to make these is unclear. Contained within the armor is a lot of bluish gel goo that is the not-entirely-solid-form of its body. It also has portions of its body (like part of its face for example) that are still organic.

Personality: Valid no longer has a personality to speak of. A few subtle changes may be noticeable, but it is overall not very alive. Valid is good at calculations and getting things done. It is not a good conversationalist and has no sense of humor. If it feels emotions it is fairly unclear. No one is actually sure if the thing exists solely as a robot attached to a partially living set of flesh or if sentient life still exists. Valid does not seem to mind if others accompany it or not. Valid will never help anyone unless it is asked to, then it will usually do as asked, but once again without any visual attachment to the matter. Valid never seems to get itself worked up about anything. It works at its own pace on its own time. If others are upset around it, it plays no part in the ‘deviv’s personal mood.

Background: Valid was amongst the Qwuedeviv left behind in their failed war efforts. It was by far the most damaged and not expected to live. The Tuulimede went ahead and did the best they could for their enemy though and built it a sort of armor shell. The actual specifics of the armored body go far beyond that as it is a large percentage of what keeps the Qwuedeviv alive. Portions of its face are still organic as are a few other segments not visible from outside of the armor, but the vast majority is robotic and synthetic.

Upon arrival at Qwuedanjj it was dismissed as a high tech robot built by the Qwuelehl.

Facts:
Valid was originally an officer of chemical warfare and engineered tools that could utilize the chemical weapons created. Valid can thusly be quite helpful to Crew 52 and in particular, Cheeseburger.

Valid’s feet make constant clanking noises as its metal claw-toes scratch against the floor.

Valid is capable of sentient thought despite the speculation of outside resources; it just hates people. And Qwuedeviv. And everything. Thus it prefers not to waste time, thought or energy on anything that does not relate to assembling and creating.