The completion of the andriod companion "Maria" bought about a pleasurable interlude to the adventuring career of the enigmatic Dr O'Blivion.

Flush with money & riches the brilliant, if easily riled Brian spent the rest of the Rebellion in the comfort of his favourite chair and watched the bloody struggle pass him by...

The defeat of the empire followed by the gradual rebuilding of the New Republic bought the Docter out of this self imposed exile. A naturally gifted mathematician and computer software designer, Brian utilised these talents to carve out a sucessful business career specialising in improved Artificial Intelligence and experimental andriod construction..."More human than human" being the company motto.

It was at this time that you came in contact with Cyrus Krillick, a "businessman" who desired the construction of a new improved version of the ubitious combat driod incorporating some of the new AI software developed at White Shield Cyber Industries.

A strange request to be sure considering the current ban on such entites within the New Republic but a potentially lucurative one if the 10 million elmonit deposit of Mr Krillick was anything to go by.

Overlooking the illegal aspects of the comission, Dr Oblivion went to work and soon the prototype for the new improved 'Executor' type combat droid rolled off the design board and into hard reality. You named this product of your fertile brain....the "Murdoch" Model andriod.

A meeting with Mr Krillick was arranged to perform the exchange and Dr Brian O'Blivion looked forward once more to another long sojourn in his favourite comfy chair.

And this is where things began to go awry...first the touch of the cold blaster muzzle pushed hard against your temple..as soon as the AI "software keys" were handed over to Mr Krillick and his creepy looking associates...

...and then the words 'kill the fool and then level this building...his body must never be found' uttered with such cold contempt from the normally quite effable Cyrus Krillick!

You felt the sneering owner of the blaster pistol readjusted his weapon slightly before everything went blissfully black...

Waking up on the lab floor, from this once in a lifetime experience you stumbled to feet and then surveyed the surroundings...a scene from Hell met your eyes...blood, gore and dismembered human body parts lying everywhere with "Maria" lying heavily damaged within.

After inspecting each head you determined that Mr Krillick had made good his escape and left his goons to suffer the tender mercies of Maria as her defensive capabilities kicked in....phew that was a bit of luck eh?

Over the coming months, as you lovingly repaired Maria, listening to the reports of 'killing machines' attacking sites thoughtout the New Republic for no reason, it dawned on you that Mr Krilleck might not have been what he said he was...rumours of the killing machines being in league with the plague of space pirates infecting the space lanes also brought your next course of action into sharp focus.

Leaving immediately, with Maria, and moving from system to system you rapidly became aware that somebody was following you...and after another unpleasant near death experience on Eskion 4 that someone was determined to be Mr Krillick and his AI "friends"...

The 3rd attempt on your life was the final straw and you decided it was better to hand yourself over to the New Republic authorities and cut a deal than be chased around the backwater worlds by the hounds of andriod hell.

The New Republic authorities where more than happy to pardon your prior inappropriate actions in exchange for information on Mr Krillick and this new AI combat driod menace.

After telling all, the Republican authorities put you into protective custody. The safest place in the Republic was the seat of the New Republic, the planet Corusant. Here you were installed with a new identity (with goatee beard) namely that of a minor ambassador from the ficitious mining colony of "Tenby 5", located out near the galactic rim.

Several high powered Republican bodyguards were assigned to make up your diplomatic entourage and your residence is located within the most secure and plush embassarial part of Corusant's main city.

It's not a bad existence...as you wile away the hours awaiting the capture of Mr Krillick and the destruction of the andriod killing machines.