I, Y2-1B Alpha, was a medical droid for a high class family, and helped raise the young Master Xander Thorrow. One night while I was looking over the young Master's father, the family home was attacked by those looking for a ransom. I was brought one of the perpetrators that had been injured in their escape, and was instructed to use my medical skills to make this man's existance pain until the man gave up their hideout.

This action was adverse to my core programming, but the young Master's father insisted I perform the operation or I would have my core programming altered. The young Master's father was the one that built me, and had a secondary personality chip prepared in case a situation like this occured.

Once installed I, Y2-1B Omega, took over and used the knowledge Alpha had been programmed with to do a bit of digging in the man's non-essential organs. It didn't take long to gain the information I was looking for.

After the operation, I, Alpha took over again, as it seemed Omega had performed his duties and gone into submission for the time being. Looking over what Omega had done, I was horrified, and immediately began repairing the damage Omega had done.

About two days after the kidnapping, local authorities said they had information on where Master Xander was being kept, it seemed that he had managed to break a window of the apartment building where he was being kept. The Master's father immediately instructed that a strike team be sent to the location, and I would be soon to follow in case the young Master had been injured.

The raid went smoothly from how everything sounded over the comms, but I got the word after the apartment was cleared that the young Master was found in a pool of blood, with very shallow breathing.

When I arrived on scene, the sight was rather gruesome. His body was battered and bruised, and blood was pooring out of several wounds on the arms and torso. I worked as fast as I could, with minimal success. The bleeding was stopped, but Xander could not be stabilized. Too much blood had been lost. The kidnappers must have thought to kill their quarry when they realized they were being raided.

This final scene of the young Master Xander Thorrow demonstrated to me that there must be others outside of the relatively small sphere of influence I lived in under the Master's roof, and surely others needed help similar to the help I could not give to my master.

As Alpha, I hope to seek out others that can not care for themselves, and give them the care they need. I will go where my services are needed, and the credits I earn are going to be used to gather more supplies for those in need.

As Omega, I seek the same level of power I held when I had that kidnapper at the edge of my instruments. I crave the level of fear and respect that having his life at the mercy of my tools set into his mind, as he knew his fate relied on the next words out of his mouth. Any credits I earn will go towards implementing new tools into my arsenal to make my "Surgeries" more effective.

As Alpha, I feel a sense of remorse that I could not save the Young Master Thorrow, and have made my own programming that anyone that is in pain should be healed so that they do not meet the same fate that the young Master did.

As Omega, I will do what I have to in order to demand the respect and fear I deserve, or else I will give my "patients" the "treatment" they need to have that fear and respect instilled within them.