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Jude was born on "Devil's Night", October 30th, in Singularity City as the only child between Robert Clancy and Julia Barone. A quiet and smart child, it didn't take him long to grasp the uncertainty and fear that came with these chaotic times as the people of Mars fought for its independence, only to find their true conflict against the very machine they made to fight with. His father, Robert, was a passionate Martian patriot, remaining on the battlefield to the thick and thin, leaving Jude's only interactions with him through brief audio and video communications until the age of eleven. With the war's conclusion ending with the triumph of humanity and Mars' independence solidified, Robert Clancy could finally return home, yet there were still struggles to be had. For some time Jude quietly observed this stranger called his father, uncertain of how to feel about him, but never voiced this for the sake of his mother's happiness. In time, however, he began to understand the man Robert was; despite having endured two wars, he still went out every day and helped with reconstruction and other volunteer work before joining the SCPD to maintain the newfound peace in the city. His father's selfless and honorable attitude and discipline inspired the small boy to follow in his steps, earning his respect in the end. Graduating the police academy with honors, Jude would only be 21 by the time he passed the examinations that would advance him as a detective, just like his old man."Heya Kiddo, it's your pops. Your mom tells me you're a smart little guy, musta got it from her...Listen, we're gonna need smart guys like you in the future, so take care of your mother and listen to her. I'll take care of the rest..."
- Robert Clancy
Although Jude himself denies this, many say the turning point in his life was the day Robert Clancy was gunned down in front of him. The investigation that followed concluded that the Los Locos member who chose to open fire was doing so in retaliation for his friends' recent arrest and conviction. Hopped up on a monstrous cocktail of chemicals, he had chosen to open fire on a group of off-duties officers leaving a restaurant, with Robert being the first to exit and taking the brunt of the shots. Jude would never get the chance to take revenge, for one of the other officers, BrayD 4619, swiftly shot and killed the Locos before things got out of hand. Grief-stricken from the loss of his father and hero, frustrated from his feelings of helplessness and lack of closure, Jude knew there was no one left to blame, but he would have to make one for the sake of easing his pain and maintaining his sanity. He would turn his sorrow into hatred and direct to the only one left, the android. While BrayD would never know of his grudge against him, Jude sought the transfer to the T.A.C.U. in order to know how to destroy androids, if only to properly enact his revenge in his head. It was also at this time, seeking some sort of stability, Jude was married to his longtime girlfriend, Laura Springfield."You have my condolences. Your father was a good man, Clancy. The world is going to be a lot darker without him..."
- BrayD 4619
"Violence isn't always the answer, Jude! You can't just go on a rampage every time something bad happens! No one wanted you to do this...except you..."
- Laura Springfield
"Hey, Taco. You're the one that shot my mark yesterday, right?...How much do they pay you?"
-Clemens Bartholomew Baychester the Fifth
When the military surveyed the EDEN headquarters, what they saw was like something out of a nightmare. Blood and viscera stained the previously sterile white, as did the strewn about parts of several high-tech androids. The bodies of the faculty were later found buried outside the building in makeshift graves and while Flask's body was never found, they deemed it a safe bet to report him as MIA with a good possibility of being dead. From then on, Flask drifted, abandoning any connection with his past life and becoming homeless. He might have remained that way, drinking in public and generally being a nuisance to everyone, were it not for him being a smart ass and remarking on the defects of some punk's augmented arm. That punk, Clemens Bartholomew Baychester the Fifth, realizing the old drunk was right, even in that state and took him in, seeing the brilliance in Flask no one else had."...I need ya to pay attention to this tale, Clemens, cuz I only intend on tellin' it once. Ya see, a long time ago, back on that dirt ball called Earth, I was nothin' more than ya typical snot-nosed brat. One outta nine kids, and I was numbah five, so I didn't git much when it came to attention...not that I wanted it from those folk. Realized early on that I had a gift: my mind. Did whuteva it took to git it noticed. It took me a bit, but when word got out, them fish were swarmin' up fer a bite. Bounced 'round a some of top schools and companies on Earth, but one day, the big one came. EDEN Industries came a knockin' and boy, did they want me good. Now this was before the all the wars when travelin' between the dirt ball and rust ball was a helluva lot easier. Even back then, though, I knew bad things were a brewin', but I wasn't gonna cry 'bout not goin' back. No...it was cuz I was with the big boys now, yanno? They got a lotta work done with me there, made all types of things...good and bad things. Then came the war and the big wigs wanted to keep us safe and upped the ante with security...brought in new the droids, fresh off the assembly line, dripping with all the bells and whistles. We thought were all safe and cozy until we screwed the pooch with A.D.A.M."
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"...Those were bad days, Clemens. I managed to hide, but there wasn't a thing I coulda done for the others. I hadta watch my friends git torn apart, hadta listen to them cryin' while they choked on their own blood. I don't remember much from that time...I don't think my brain will eva let me. It was like somethin' took over me, like parts of my head clicked off like a light. I was like a machine, programmed to take out all the other machines. Musta been a shock when the outside world finally decided to come check up on us."
"That's enough, old timer. The past doesn't matter here and you've said more than you needed to, now go get some sleep."