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1[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:59 am

Kincaid


Kincaid
Cyrus Kincaid


Did They Really Freeze Him?


Cyrus sat on the upper deck of the ferry to the Long Ring Long Land islands. He had seen a flyer for the Ten Heavens of the World in Mock Town. It had been crumpled up and Cyrus realized only after picking it up and furling it out that it had also been soiled. Regardless immediately he had become enamored with the place, who didn't enjoy an amusement park? However, it wasn't the rides or the cotton candy that caught his attention, but rather the automatons that were described in the flyer.

Come one, come all to the amazing Ten Heavens of the World. All of your needs and desires can be fulfilled throughout our exclusive 10 islands. Our friendly automatons will see to your every need, whether it's food service, child care, or simply complimenting your natural beauty everywhere you go. The Ten Heavens of the World are truly Paradise.

Cyrus hadn't run into too many automatons in his life and although they looked simple and steam powered, to craft enough to run ten different amusement parks, now that was impressive. His ultimate goal as a Scientist was to be able to create life through automation. Not only did high functioning robotics sell well on the market to just about every faction, but it was as close as Cyrus would ever get to becoming a god. So, naturally he hopped on the next ferry off of the main island of Jaya and headed towards the Ten Heavens of the World.

As he leaned out over the balcony railing and stared down at the sea below, he could just overhear a conversation behind him coming up the stairs of the ship. He was alone on the exposed top deck, the cold sea breeze enough to keep the more snobbish travelers to the Ten Heavens down below deck in the warmth of the ferry cabin. So, hearing other voices coming up towards him certainly caught his attention.

So this is your first time in the Ten Heavens, eh?
Yeah, just got stationed at the Marine base for a couple months. Orders came down the other night and I was shipped off early this morning to Jaya. What's the deal with this place anyway? Seems HQ is sending more and more Marines to the islands lately.

Cyrus turned his head to see two Marines walk up the stairs and onto the upper deck. They stopped and stared at him for a moment, but Cyrus simply nodded to them in acknowledgement. They returned the nod and Cyrus went back to staring at the water so as not to spook them, meanwhile the two men took up a position farther down the railing, leaning their backs against it and continued their conversation just loud enough for Cyrus to hear it over the wind,

The place is a nightmare. Don't get me wrong, on the surface it's exactly what they advertise but you start digging deeper down into the workings of that place? Pfft. I mean hell, the creator of the whole place...Bill or something.
William.
Right, William, he doesn't even have control of the bots on the 2nd Island anymore. And the 5th Island? Oh boy, just wait until you see the shit show that is the 5th Island.
I read the report, some pirate slum lord calling himself the Toy King took control of the bots on Dollyland, right?

That's the story, the second Marine said as he lit up a cigarette,
got the creator in quite a tizzy apparently. A buddy of mine said the old man has gone and lost his mind. Having his creations hacked into and losing control of them, especially after what happened on the 5th Island has really sent the man into a downward spiral. Apparently he doesn't trust the Marines to protect him anymore, scared this Toy King will come after him. Pfft, an old man's delusions if you ask me, that Toy King isn't getting anywhere near the Marine Base all the way over on the tenth island.

Well I mean, they're not entirely delusional are they? This Toy King guy actually exists, in fact he's one of the most wanted people in the sea right now. Report said he had nearly half a billion beli bounty. Heh...say that five times fast, eh? The younger Marine said with a smirk, to which the older Marine laughed.

Aye he's real alright, supposedly hiding somewhere on the second island. We've sent patrols onto the island to try to flush him out, figure out where he is and what his grand plan is. We've either lost contact with the patrols or they haven't been able to turn up anything. It's difficult, what with the public at the various parks all the time. We don't want to cause too much of a disturbance, not with how much money the parks rake in for the World Government everyday. Even if the old man is losing his mind, we already have his parks and as long as we have him to repair the bots and what not, the place is a cash cow.

Cyrus turned his attention from the deep black water and stared forward towards the ring of islands the ferry was fast approaching. Apparently there was more going on in this place than the flyer suggested. Whoever this Creator William man was, he seemed to be responsible for making these robots so Cyrus wasn't leaving the Ten Heavens until he had sat down for a chat with the man. Before that though, Cyrus needed to do a little digging at this supposed Fifth Island. Apparently whatever had happened there had been bad enough to break the old man and if Cyrus could use knowledge of that place to convince the old man to talk to him, well, that might just be the dark foot he needed to get in the door. He stared at the first island as the ferry approached it, a sense of excitement and the small jittering of nerves racing through his body.


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2[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Wed Aug 08, 2018 7:31 am

Kincaid


Kincaid
Cyrus Kincaid


Did They Really Freeze Him?


Having disembarked from the ferry, Cyrus found himself standing in front of the massive sign for the entrance to Ring World. This was the main attraction it seemed, families bustling about and packing the lines to rides and concession stands. Whether it was because this was the most fun park or simply the first stop for the ferry and train that connected the island to the others, Cyrus couldn't be sure but this place was definitely buzzing with activity.

As he walked through the throng of happy families and children running about, he passed numerous rides from roller coasters that looked as if they went high enough to penetrate the sky, to rides that spun so violently puddles of vomit had to be mopped up after almost every turn. Yet still people wobbled off the ride and jumped right back in line, wiping the excess vomit from the corners of their mouths. Cyrus wasn't sure if he was in an amusement park for families or a holding ground for masochists.

Regardless, he did his best to ignore the distractions around him, intent on finding the automatons raved about in the flyer. He in fact passed several, as almost all of the attendees at each ride and food stand were steam powered automatons. However, they had a job to do and distracting them from that job would only bring unwanted attention to Cyrus. So, passing through the crowd Cyrus walked the ground of the amusement park until he located a solitary automaton holding balloons and simply waving to everyone as they passed by.

Cyrus approached the automaton, looking it over, up and down, studying its outer shell and its back where steam rose steadily from the exhaust pipe.
Hello sir, would you like a balloon today? Free of charge as a gift from me to you. The Automaton said, its head rotating as Cyrus walked around it inspecting it.

State primary function.
Hello sir, my name is Clive and I am a Balloonbot. I am here to spread joy and good cheer to all of our wonderful guests. Would you like a balloon today? Free of charge as a gift from me to you.

Cyrus frowned, the artificial intelligence of these robots seemed simple at best, designed for singular purposes. However, that wasn't exactly a bad thing. If someone wanted a small army of robots with the singular purpose to kill...well...Cyrus was pretty sure he could find plenty of buyers willing to drop stacks of beli for something like that.

Clive, cease all motor functions. Cyrus said, hoping if he could shut down the robot he could drag it somewhere, open it up and see what made the thing tick.

Please state system override password.
Shit. Cyrus said under his breath, he should have expected something like this.
I am sorry but the input password 'shit' is incorrect. Would you like to try again? Two attempts remaining.

Cyrus shook his head, No, cancel. He had no chance of guessing the password and he certainly didn't want to find out what happened when he input the wrong password three times.

Hello sir, would you like a balloon today? Free of charge as a gift from me to you. Clive began his loop again, looking at Cyrus with expectant, yet lifeless cold eyes. Cyrus stared at him before turning and scouting out the area around he and the bot. Clive had been stationed in a corner, free to be approached but not really in the way of the bulk of foot traffic behind Cyrus. To the left and behind Clive was a smaller foot path, most likely used by staff that lead to a deeper part of the park not traveled to by guests.

You know what Clive? I would like a balloon but I don't want it here. Follow me, I want you to give me the balloon somewhere else.
Of course sir, whatever you wish is my pleasure to give. The bot said before following Cyrus down the secluded footpath, turning the corner behind what looked like a storage building.

It wasn't lost on Cyrus how vaguely sexual the interaction had sounded, but he also didn't care. His mind was focused on simply opening Clive up and seeing what he was dealing with. As the two rounded the corner away from prying eyes, Clive piped up again,

Hello sir, would you like a balloon today? Free of charge as a gift from me to you.
Sure Clive, I'd love a balloon, in fact I'd love all of them. Cyrus said as he grabbed the bundle of strings connecting the balloons from Clive's metallic hand.
Please sir, one per guest, unless you have lost your balloon. Have you lost your balloon, sir? Clive asked in his robotic tone.
Okay enough about the freaking balloons. Cyrus said before swiping his hand across Clive's neck. The automaton's head rolled off of its shoulders and fell to the ground. Its metal body crumpled to its knees and then fell beside the head, the steam that had been chugging out of its back slowly dissipating as its functions ceased.

Cyrus grabbed hold of the balloon strings and tied them to Clive's arm. If a large bundle of balloons suddenly appeared in the sky over him, that would surely draw unwanted attention.
Alright buddy, let's see what we're working with here. Cyrus said as he began using his own strings to rapidly cut through pieces of metal within Clive, accessing his inner workings.

Inside he found a collection of gears and the steam powered motor, with the water holding tank and small boiler used to power the bot. The layout was well designed, packed full but intelligently to maximize energy output. As Cyrus opened up more and more of Clive, things became stranger though. It was when he opened the robot's forearm and found a retractable pistol that, judging from the gears and springs could be switched for the machine's hand at a moment's notice that Cyrus began to grow concerned. Why would an amusement park robot need to be packing heat? Just what was going on here exactly and did the World Government know these friendly robots tasked with taking care of civilians were packing heat?

Hey! What the hell are you doing with that bot? A voice broke Cyrus's concentration as he looked over his shoulder to see two Marines running towards him. Frowning at his misfortune and not fully content with the amount of exploration he had done with the robot, he resigned himself to being satisfied with what he had managed to accomplish and threw a string up to the roof of the building. The string retracted, pulling him quickly up to the top of the building. To the Marines running towards him it would appear he had begun to fly.

Atop the roof of the building now, Cyrus sprinted across and towards the next building, attaching his strings as walkways. He moved from rooftop to rooftop at speeds far too fast for the Marines to keep up with him or even keep within sight of him considering they had to deal with the numerous pedestrians down below. In a matter of moments Cyrus was gone from sight and back near the ferry and train terminal. He literally dropped into line to board the train, lowering his hat over his face as he passed by the attendant and boarded the train towards the next island.


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3[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Wed Aug 08, 2018 8:29 am

Kincaid


Kincaid
Cyrus Kincaid


Did They Really Freeze Him?


Cyrus stared out the window of the tram as it entered the station to the second island. Children ran about, chaperoned by individual bots. He stared at them in utter disbelief, if only they knew that at the flick of a switch the bot could gun down each and every one of those children. This was clearly the child's part of the resort, a place for parents to leave their kids while they explored the more adult friendly areas. Cyrus wondered how the parents would react if they knew about the hidden inner workings of the robots they left their children with. He wondered too if they'd even care.

As the tram picked up steam again, he turned his attention to the map at the front of the train car. The islands went in order, a large loop around. Initially he had thought to explore the second island after overhearing the Marines talk about how Toy King Momo had supposedly taken it over for himself.

After a few minutes of mental back and forth however, Cyrus decided he didn't come to these islands to make enemies. He came for information and the possible recruitment of a talented engineer and scientist. If he could bring William to the Revolutionary Army, he himself would not only benefit from the man's teachings, but he'd be hailed a hero amongst his army friends. It'd be the fast track to a more commanding position within the ranks, allowing him more freedom and access to technology the Revolutionary Army had at its disposal.

Instead of the second island, Cyrus decided to focus on the fifth. It was apparently closed off to the public, a fact he knew thanks to the loud talking Marines on the ferry and because it was marked as such on the map in front of him.

Temporarily closed due to construction. It read in a bubble next to the dot for the fifth island's tram stop. Cyrus knew the construction bit was nothing but bogus propaganda to keep the public calm. Judging from the Marines' conversation something big and something bad had gone down on the fifth island and the World Government was doing their best to keep it under wraps. Whatever happened apparently had a serious effect on the creator of this place and Cyrus was going to use that information to try to play to his emotions, influence him to turn tail and run to the Revolution where he'd be promise safety and freedom to work on whatever he pleased. That was the plan anyway, Cyrus just hoped it would work out.

As the train departed the fourth island's station, Cyrus realized he'd need to figure out a way to get off the train car without being spotted. A place closed to the public wasn't just going to let some guy wander off the train cart and onto the island. Standing up from his seat he made his way to the back of the cart, opening the door to the smell of the fresh salt air and the warmth of the excess steam from the stack at the front of the train. To his left was a small ladder built into the side of the cart, in front of him was the platform for the next train cart and the door that would allow him to pass between the two.

He took the ladder, quickly climbing up before anyone noticed him. It'd be hard to pass as a maintenance crew member just working on the train...especially when the train was in fact in motion. He climbed up onto the roof of the train car, laying flat on his belly so as not to be blown off. Up ahead he could see the fifth island approaching quickly. From his feet and hands he allowed strings to attach to the roof of the train car, cementing his position on the roof and ridding him of any fear of falling off and into the ocean beneath the tracks.

As the train pulled into station, Cyrus quickly detached his strings and shot them forward at the station's overhang, placed there to keep guests out of the rain on the few days the collection of islands experienced bad weather. He jumped onto this new roof as quickly as possible, edging himself closer to the edge to look down. Truthfully he hadn't expected the train to stop at all if the island was closed to the public. However, looking over the edge he noticed a cluster of five Marines with packs over their shoulders apparently ending their shift for the day. As they boarded, the last one gripped his stomach in pain and said to the others,

Ah damn, I'm not gonna make it back to base. I'll catch the next one and meet up with you guys there.
You got the shits AGAIN, Jack? One of his fellow Marines asked with a laugh.
It's the damn gruel they try to pass off as food here. Why can't we eat the good shit they serve at the parks? Jack asked, gripping his stomach and backing away from the train.
Budget cuts or some shit probably.
Yeah, well all this money they're trying to save with food is gonna get flushed when they have to buy us all new pants every other day. Jack said before grunting in pain and waddling away towards the station's bathroom. Behind him his fellow Marines laughed and boarded the train.

As the train left and turned the corner of the tracks out of sight behind the island, Cyrus repelled down from the rooftop on his strings. He looked about, finding himself to be alone on the station platform before heading towards the Men's Restroom. Inside it was empty, save for the noisy stall Jack had entered. A symphony of sounds seemed to play from that particular stall, followed by a smell that Cyrus's realized rivaled that of the run down Crack House he had been in days before.

Using the sound of exploding ass cheeks to mask the sound of his movement, Cyrus crept up to the stall door Jack was in and kicked it open. The door swung open, rebounding off of something as Jack grunted and Cyrus said,
Hello Jacky boy my name is-

Cyrus paused as Jack's body crumpled forward onto the floor of the stall. The man had apparently been leaning forward when Cyrus kicked the door open, trying to get a better angle on the brown liquid he was excreting from his asshole and alleviate the pain in his stomach a bit. As a result the edge of the door smashed into the man's temple, knocking him unconscious instantly.

Oh shit. Cyrus said, looking down at the unconscious Marine.
Actually...this works out. He said with a grin before he began to strip the man of his clothes. He didn't want any of the fecal matter or blood from the man's fresh wound to stain the clothes. He then propped the Marine up on the toilet, tying his legs to the ground and base of the toilet while attaching his hands and wrists to the side of the stall with his strings. Closing the stall door, Cyrus inspected his work from the outside and realized it just appeared like any one else taking a shit in the stall.

The Revolutionary then quickly jumped into the other stall and changed his clothes into that of the general Marine attire. On his lapel he found Jack's ID card, luckily the man had been a blonde similar to Cyrus, though the buzzcut was nothing like Cyrus's own hair, he'd just have to do his best to keep his gorgeous greasy locks controlled beneath the Marine cap. As for Cyrus's usual clothes, he emptied the over the shoulder pack Jack and the other Marines had had and filled the pack with his usual clothes.

Stepping out of the stall he inspected himself in the mirror, it wasn't perfect but he had to admit it was pretty damn good. He fidgeted with the Marine cap, dreadfully missing his own usual top hat but sighed and made his way for the door. It was time to uncover the dark secrets of this island.


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4[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Wed Aug 08, 2018 10:05 am

Kincaid


Kincaid
Cyrus Kincaid


Did They Really Freeze Him?


Cyrus had exited the men's room and moved away from the train station. He walked down the front steps and stepped foot on the island, looking around to get his bearings. He couldn't quite tell if the place looked half constructed or half destroyed. Although he didn't know the reason for this park's closure, it was clearly a good idea to keep it closed from the public. The sign looked as if it had been cut in half cleanly, or perhaps only half had been constructed? As he stepped through the main gates and wandered the streets of the abandoned amusement park, he passed buildings covered in large white tents, covering them from prying eyes.

Farther down the path he could see a collection of constructed white tents and several Marines standing guard outside, though they weren't the most alert looking fellows, clearly bored with their postings. As Cyrus drew closer he could hear the sound of machinery and buzzsaws cutting through metal. The hiss of welding torches filled the air from behind the white tents and Cyrus's curiosity only grew.

Approaching the bored looking Marines, they sized Cyrus up and down before one approached and studied the ID badge clipped to his left breast pocket.
Hmm you're with group B, your shift just ended. What happened, missed the train? The Marine asked Cyrus.
Wouldn't you know it, I get all the way to the tracks only to remember I forgot to clock out. Last thing I need is some hard ass above us coming down on me thinking I was trying to squeeze a few more beli out of them.
Ha, amen to that brother. Swear the budget department is stingier than all hell, rather give up their own kids than a few extra coin.
Pfft don't I know it. Cyrus said as the Marines let him pass and he entered the first large white tent behind them.

Inside it seemed to be set up as a sort of base of operations, the tent stretching much farther back than Cyrus had anticipated. Marines and what looked like World Government engineers milled about, the tent sectioned off to a small kitchenette area where the smell of coffee wafted about, a paperwork area where Cyrus could see the machine used to clock in and out, that had been a lucky guess, and then just a general sitting area for breaks most likely. As he strolled through the tent no one paid him any mind, he was just another one of them, off and about, keeping his head down and getting his work done.

Poking out the backside of the tent, Cyrus peered around. A small town of tents had been set up across the amusement park it seemed, people walking in and out with various machinery, scraps of metal and wood, and wheelbarrows filled with what looked like just rubble and garbage being carted off to deeper into the park. To his left the sounds of mechanical cutting and the hiss of a torch permeated the tent flaps. Naturally he selected this as his first stop.

Peeling back the entrance flap to the tent, Cyrus found himself within a workshop of sorts, a small conveyor built had been erected in the center where World Government engineers stood hacking and slashing apart similar looking robots to those of the ones Cyrus had seen on the first island. Cyrus looked to his right to find a bored Marine sitting on a chair, his arms crossed in front of him, simply staring off into the distance and clearly lost in thought. Cyrus decided to take a chance,

Finally scrapping the ole robots, huh? He said to the Marine who initially appeared surprised anyone had spoken to him. He looked around for a brief minute before looking up at Cyrus, focusing on him,
Ah yeah, they finally started on the last batch of em. Hopefully they can actually make use of that metal once they melt down the scraps. Turn into some swords or guns, something that won't go crazy and turn on ya like these fuckers did.

That was interesting information, so the robots had turned at some point. Attacked guests maybe? Was that why the park was shut down and "under construction"? Still, if something like that had happened surely the people of Jaya, hell even the News Coo would have addressed something like that. Rogue robots at a family friendly amusement park tends to make for some juicy headlines.

Yeah, damn bastards. Don't know what that Creator William guy was thinking. Probably getting reamed by upper brass for this fuck up, eh?
Pfft, you mean the old man? Wasn't his fault, someone hacked the bots supposedly. Figures they didn't tell you anything, hardly told me anything when I first got here. Old man is beside himself, he's putting himself through a worse hell than anyone on this island could. He basically locked himself up in his office on the base, won't come out or talk to anyone. Only ever opens the door for food delivery is what I hear, though haven't seen him much myself so who knows.

So the Marines on the ferry had been right, something was going on here. Something most likely to do with the Toy King. Whatever happened had caused William to have some sort of mental break.
Right, well I'll be seein ya. Cyrus said, backing out of the tent.
Oi, do a mate a favor and grab me a cup of coffee. If not for the noise of this place I'd be falling asleep just sitting here. Tempted to join the sorry souls of this island and just blow my brains out.
Uh, yeah, see what I can do for ya.

Cyrus closed the tent flaps behind him, his mind racing as he walked the paths between the tents. Join the sorry souls of this island? Robots turned on people. Something had happened here, something far worse than he realized. As Cyrus passed another large tent, a sudden burst of cold chilled him in the warm air of the island. Curious, he walked to the end of the tent and entered this one as well. Inside he found massive metal crates stacked on top of one another lining both sides of the walls. Along the center of the tent were tables with various clipboards, papers, charts and logs. Scientists and medical staff milled about the room, dressed in long sleeve clothing and thick rubber gloves. They hardly paid him any attention as he approached the first of the tables and began looking over the scribbled notes.

A particular log entry caught his attention detailing the transfer and apparent destruction of "subjects." Apparently some time later after the destruction of subjects V101-W010, the furnace had shut down and was in need of repair, which had caused a massive backup in the freezers. What in the hell were they destroying here? The robots were in the chop shop tent several tents away, they didn't need to be kept in freezers.

The answer to his question came almost immediately as two World Government scientists passed by him with a wheeled stretcher. He watched them approach one of the freezers, open it, and begin unloading the body of a full grown woman, or at least what was left of her. The freezing had stopped the blood and various bodily fluids from leaking out, coagulating them in the wounds, of which there were many. For one thing the woman was missing half her face, looking as if it had been ripped off. Large chunks of flesh had been shredded across her body and her abdomen was rife with bullet holes.

The scientists deposited her lifeless corpse onto the gurney before closing the freezer door and moving on to the next one, this time pulling out a young boy, or most of a young boy. The head was clearly missing and Cyrus could feel the cheap lunch he had bought on the train over begin to bubble up to his throat. What in the hell was going on here? He watched as the scientists piled the gurney five bodies high before moving off, one pushing the gurney, the other holding the bodies steady so as to prevent them from spilling over.

Poor bastards, didn't stand a chance when those robots lost their shit. Practically ripped the guests apart. World Government was forced to strip them of their last shreds of dignity and just burn the bodies to cover the whole thing up. Wonder what kind of ridiculous story they'll concoct to cover their asses this time. A scientist said from behind Cyrus, surprising the disguised Revolutionary.

So that's what happened here then? Robots went rogue and murdered all of the guests? Now the World Government has to cover up the mess to not scare the public away and keep them coming to the islands?

The scientist looked Cyrus up and down for a long moment before saying,
Ah you must be part of the new batch they said they were sending in to help with the rest of disposal. Already a changing of the guard. You guys are lucky, only have to deal with being stationed here a couple weeks at a time. Me? Been here since the beginning, three months now. I've seen things and smelled things - oh the smell, the smell of burning flesh in the incinerator is something you'll never forget - and the sights I've seen...they'll haunt me until the day I die. Whoever did this, turned this bots against the unarmed masses, they're sick, evil to their core. I just want to get off this hellish rock and go home, put this place behind me. Luckily as long as the incinerator doesn't get clogged again and break down we're looking to have the last of the bodies ashed by sometime next week.

Cyrus listened carefully to the scientist and realized a single sad truth. This woman was simply looking for anyone new to talk to, to share her stories, to listen to her and feel bad for her. She was alone and probably to some degree broken by the mental and emotional strain of her work over these past few weeks, surrounded by people feeling the exact same way as her. The guests on the island had lost their lives, but the people sent to clean up the mess seemed to have lost even more.

Right, well...I'm glad to hear that, that you're almost done I mean. Sorry for taking up your time, I got side tracked by the cool breeze coming from this tent. Thought it would feel nice to get out of the heat for a minute. I never realized I'd be walking into something like...this. Cyrus said, gazing around before bidding the scientist goodbye and heading back out of the tent.

He walked back towards the tram station, his mind racing. So someone had hacked the bots, turned them against thousands of innocent civilians. The World Government was trying to cover up the massacre and clearly pinning it on Toy King Momo who has already taken over the bots on the second island. It's a logical conclusion for the Marines to draw, except they can't find Toy King Momo on Dollyland or if they do it seems their patrols are quickly eliminated. Meanwhile the creator of this entire place, the man who made these islands to be a place of joy and fun for all was faced with the terrible news that his creations had been hacked and turned against the very people he had built this place for, families. Naturally he's suffering some sort of mental break from the sound of the rumors floating about, most likely beside himself with grief.

As Cyrus stood on the tram platform awaiting his ride to the tenth and final island for his meeting with Creator William, he calculated the various angles he could play this conversation. Playing to the man's grief would be good, Cyrus wouldn't be able to bring all those people back to life or undo the massacre, but if he could convince him the Revolution could provide the necessary supplies and tools to keep his creations safe, maybe he could convince William to join the cause. It was a long shot, but right now it was the best shot he had. First though, Cyrus needed to get into the Marine base, hopefully the disguise would work just as well as it had on the fifth island.


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5[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Wed Aug 08, 2018 3:09 pm

Kincaid


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Cyrus Kincaid


Did They Really Freeze Him?


Cyrus stared out the window of the train as they passed through the eighth island's station, loud music could be heard echoing across the island, though Cyrus hardly paid it any mind. He was focused on the task ahead of him. Two stops from now he'd be at the end of the line, only way out was going backwards and what lay ahead of him was an imposing feat to say the least. He'd need to enter the Marine Base, find William's workshop and convince him to sit down for a chat. There wasn't even any guarantee the man would listen to him, never mind agree to change sides. At least if worst came to worst and shit hit the fan, he had four bottles of highly flammable liquid in his backpack. When in doubt, burn em out.

As he stared out the window, the sun hung lazily in the sky, edging ever closer to the horizon where it would disappear for the night. He'd enter around supper time, which was perfect for his plan and he'd most likely be able to use the cover of night to escape if things went south. All in all it could be worse, it could certainly be better, but it could be worse.

Several minutes later the train was slowing to a full stop as the conductor announced,
End of the line, Island Ten, approved personnel only. Next stop, Ring World. Please enjoy your stay and watch your step when exiting the vehicle.
Cyrus stood and made his way to the door of the train as it opened, stepping out onto the platform he stared at the imposing building in front of him. Though only half was the Marine Base, other half being William's workshop, the two structures together managed to take up half the island. It was here that William's bots were mass produced, sent in for repairs, and new inventions were processed everyday. The Marines kept a watchful eye over their little prodigy, both to ensure his protection from Toy King Momo as well as to ensure the World Government's investment in the park.

Cyrus sighed heavily, building up the confidence to get done what needed doing before walking off the platform and towards the first guard post. He fell in line behind several other Marines at the gate and waited patiently for his turn. His palms were sweating, but beyond that he maintained a cool demeanor, flashing the Marine guard a smile as he asked for Cyrus's ID badge. The Revolutionary unclipped it from the perfectly bleach white shirt pocket and handed it to the guard who looked it over, looking up at Cyrus every so often. This process felt like it took hours when in reality it was maybe half a minute.

Group B, huh? You the straggler your buddies were telling me about a couple hours ago? The guard asked and Cyrus just chuckled,
Yeah, that's probably me.
They said you damn near shit yourself before you got on the train.
Those damn rations they're trying to pass off as food. Either blocks you up or makes you shit your guts out.
Ha, don't I know it. Nasty stuff usually makes my heartburn work itself up, hurts like hell. You're free to go, enjoy the rest of your night and go easy on the dinner, don't look much better. The man said with a sly smile.
Trust me, I couldn't eat even if I wanted to. Cyrus said with a chuckle before moving beyond the guard post.

He strode through the open courtyard and up through the main entrance. There he found himself in a large, open, welcome area with a map console standing in the center of the room. The majority of the map appeared to just be the layout of the factory, not exactly something he needed. This section was colored a faint yellow while the Marine section was more of a blue. Looking down at the map key he searched for the workshop, finding it he smiled and began tracing a route with his finger to get there from his current position. Confident in the route, Cyrus turned down a long hallway and began making his way towards William the Creator.

As he walked through the halls he passed numerous Marines milling about. Some nodded to him, others flashed a smile which Cyrus returned in kind, but for the most part they simply ignored him. He blended in with the rest of them and they had no reason to be on alert. After all, who was really breaking into a Marine facility meant to guard a freaking amusement park maker? Not exactly the most lucrative heist in the world. The Marines here were mostly bored or just frustrated that they had been assigned such a shitty post. They weren't exactly on high alert.

As Cyrus turned down another hallway, he noticed a woman with a serving cart turn down a hallway to the left. Trays of covered food were stacked throughout the cart and an idea suddenly sprung on Cyrus.
Excuse me Miss! Cyrus called after her, picking up his pace and turning the corner.
The middle aged serving woman stopped her cart and turned to look back at the "Marine" pursuing her. She had an annoyed look on her face and a single hand on her hip.
Woooh sorry, I was just in the kitchen to pick up the meal for William. They told me I had just missed you, been looking all over for you, glad I caught up.

The woman stared at him with a bored look before simply shrugging and taking one of the trays of food off her cart.
I thought I was supposed to deliver it to him tonight during my rounds but if you want to take it to the crazy old man and save me the trouble I'm not exactly complaining.
Ah yeah, must have pissed off some of the upper brass to get assigned shit duty serving the crazy bastard, but what are ya gonna do? Thanks for the food, saves me the trouble of waiting for the kitchen to fire something new up for him.

With that, Cyrus turned back down the hallway he had come, food tray in hand. A few minutes later he stood in front of two Marine guards outside an elevator bank,
Got supper for the old man, drew the short straw tonight.
Pfft, I'll say. Try not to get dragged into his rantings, you'll get stuck there all night. The guard said before punching in the key code to the elevator, its doors sliding open and allowing Cyrus to step in. The doors closed in front of him and he was whisked upwards towards William's personal workshop, the room which overlooked the entirety of the factory beneath it.

The elevator doors slid open silently, a single ding echoing to signify Cyrus had arrived. He stepped out of the elevators to a small lobby area. In front of him was a large wooden door with a sign above it in scrawling hand writing which read:

William's Workshop

Cyrus took a deep breath before approaching the door. He held the tray in one hand, his pack still on his back, and rapped his knuckles across the wooden frame of the door.
Mr. William, supper service! He said loud enough to be heard regardless of where the man was in his workshop.


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6[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Fri Aug 10, 2018 3:11 pm

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William had been on edge for the last few weeks, well, months really but as of late, due to the lack of sleep especially in these last crucial days, he'd been burning the candle on both ends as the saying would go, and for his age of seventy-five, that wasn't exactly compatible with the old man's body or mind. Paranoia, Post Trauma or Depression, a lot of these terms could've been the old bats diagnosis but what truly kept him up wasn't the screams of the victims mowed down by his inventions, it was the fact that someone had contaminated his circuitry. His mind raced, managing in salvaging one of the rogue bots, but no matter how much he'd scanned the circuits, aside from slight electrical irregularities, he couldn't find anything that lead to the cause for the robots malfunctioning or even overriding their simple command scripts.

"An old man such as myself... Shouldn't be dealing with young bucks trying to make a name off my works... I've done countless years of testing... I know there must be-" William murmured to himself before the call at the entrance of his Workshop broke the man from deep meditation.

As per usual, his once calm state was replaced with anger. Disregarding his tinkering tools, the man grabbed for his 'gun', a modified pistol that he'd turn into a freeze ray. Yes. This pistol shot off bullets that'd freeze those struck with the rubber shells, in an icy coat. In many senses of the word, it wasn't a ray but Freeze Ray sounded cooler to William, so in naming the crafty little gadget, he'd went with the inspirational flow.

Stretching from his seated position in the heart of the messy workshop, tripping over several mechanical parties, scrap wire and junk metal, he'd finally make it to the entrance to be greeted by the unfamiliar marine. Familiar or not, he'd aim his freeze ray from about five meters away, lining the nozzle toward's the stranger's chest area.

"I've told you marines 1,000,000 times! I refuse to eat! How can you monsters even offer me food when I haven't even solved the puzzle behind those innocents mass murder! Food is for those who deserve to live! My scientific name has been-" William shouted, saliva flying in spherical form as he shouted, only to be stopped by clutching at his chest, due to the tightness he'd began to feel around his own chest.

His hand steadily aimed at the entrance, the Freeze Ray still in play, "Tell your superiors I'll eat when I solve the incident! If you want to send me something, send me someone with enough brains and balls to help me analyse these damn circuits! Instead of these pea brain muscle monkies you've been sending to clean this place up! A good lab is a messy lab!" William shouted once again, recovering from his short, theatrical 'heart attack'.

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Cyrus Kincaid


"Did They Really Freeze Him?"


Cyrus hadn't really been sure what he was expecting to receive on the other end of that door. Surely not some warm greeting from an old man looking to split his supper with a stranger. Even so, the Revolutionary mulled about in his head trying to figure out the best course of action. He thought about trying his luck with the door, there was probably about a 50/50 chance William had locked it but even if he had Cyrus could just cut down the door with his fruit if necessary. Still, barging in on a slightly delusional, yet dangerous in his own way, old man didn't seem like the best idea. He thought about what he had seen on the islands over the course of the day, Clive the balloon-bot with his hidden gun forearm, the mutilated corpses of so many innocent civilians, the talk of Toy King Momo and his take over and hacking of the bots.

Sir, please open the door. You and I both know they gave me a key to your workshop to deliver the food in case you didn't respond, but I'd rather not barge in on you if it can be helped. We're not actively trying to belittle you here, believe it or not. Whether you eat the food or not isn't exactly my problem, I just need to sign off saying I did my job. More importantly HQ sent a scientist to speak with you, he says he's opened up some of your robots on the other islands, specifically island five, and claims he might have a lead on what happened and who hacked them. Cyrus waited a long moment, deciding he'd give the man until the count of thirty to open the door or else he was coming in anyway.

While he waited he lifted up the silver lid of the food tray with one hand, balancing the entire tray in the other. He inspected the food and snorted a little laugh as he gazed down upon a beautiful plate of roasted chicken, potatoes and gravy with some sort of green looking vegetable.
Those poor Marines would be pissing themselves if they saw what this guy got to eat. He mumbled to himself before placing the lid of the tray on the ground outside the door and picking up one of the drumsticks. While he waited he tore into the savory, salty chicken flesh. He didn't realize just how hungry he was until his stomach began grumbling with eager anticipation for more.



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8[GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Empty Re: [GV] Did They Really Freeze Him? Sun Aug 12, 2018 3:57 pm

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Lowering his aim towards the door, curiosity disarmed the man's hostile energy, dropping his weapon to the floor among the array of junk parts and inventions that he'd tinkered on in the intermit. Walking towards the numerical combination lock on the door, he'd enter the passcode, causing the door that stood between the two strangers to rise, oddly enough, as soon as the man had taken a gaze upon the marine gnawing at a piece of chicken, he'd simply ask one question, completely off topic from the prior discussion.

"Is that my chicken... Whippernsapper?" the old man inquired, adjusting his glasses slightly, as he'd glare in the strange marines direction.

A slight bit of drool leaked from his mouth, as his stomach rumbled similar to the sound of cascading lightning bolts during the harsh stormy conditions, but William offered to clear his throat in hopes of masking this sound. "Who is this scientist you speak of!? Huh!? Most of the marine brats they've sent here are wet behind the ears when it comes to mechanics. I'd have to see it to believe it? Now come. Stop standing their like a neanderthal eating my chicken... Where's the scientist, don't waste my time!" William shouted in frustration, through, it was most due to hunger than anything else.

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Cyrus waited patiently as mechanical locks turned behind the door before the whole thing simply rose into the door frame.
Mental note, get one of those for future lab. Cyrus thought to himself as he came face to face with the man himself, William the Creator. To be honest he wasn't much to look at, but then again Cyrus hadn't expected much. Scientists weren't known for their outward appearance, just the brains behind the whole thing. Pushing past William and into the lab, Cyrus shoved the tray of food into the old man's hands as he went past.

Sure is your food, here you go. You know, you're not doing anyone any favors by taking up this self imposed hunger strike. Cyrus said as his gaze drifted across the various inventions and in progress projects scattered about the cluttered work area. He quickly walked over to a wall with numerous blueprints and schematics posted to it, analyzing them, studying them, trying to glean as much information as he could from this man's work. He looked down at the workbench beneath the wall of blueprints and found several open books and journals with William's hand written notes. He flipped through them feverishly, his eyes flickering across pages and pages of notes, pure genius written across every page as far as Cyrus was concerned. Decades of robotic work all right before him, it was his paradise.

You're right, I'm not like most of the Marine brats...mostly because I'm not a Marine at all. Cyrus said, turning back to William and walking over to him, extending a hand. He then realized the inventor's hands were full with the tray of food he had handed him and retracted his own hand.
My name is Cyrus, I represent a...we'll say an interested party, interested in you Mr. William, and your work of course. I'm the scientist I spoke of, sorry for the lie but hey, I needed to get in somehow. Can't really blame a guy. Cyrus looked around, speaking as he analyzed the workshop, trying to memorize every square inch of it, every detail, schematic and note. In the corner he found the only piece of furniture without towers of books or piles of scrap metal and wiring on it. Approaching the bed, he sat down, sending up a plume of dust. Coughing and waving his hand in front of his face to clear the air, Cyrus said,

You should really get someone up here to change your sheets once in awhile. Anyway, as I was saying. I represent an interested party who are...let's just say, not exactly friends of the World Government. I know about what happened on island five. I know that this Toy King Momo fellow is giving you problems and I have a hunch that I'm sure you also share, he's probably gunning for you next. So here's the deal, my friends would be willing to offer you not only refuge with them, because let's face it if the Marines can't protect your creations, they certainly can't protect you. Along with the asylum you'd have access to all of their technology and materials, free to build as you please so long as you're willing to work with them and allow them to use your technology.

Cyrus raised a finger now,
And before you ask, no they won't request that you make weapons or inventions that could harm people. The most they're looking for in that department would probably be some knock out gas or smoke bombs. Instead you'd simply be asked to do what you love and that's to make robots and work on cybernetics. So, thoughts? Comments? Questions? Concerns? I don't mean to rush you Mr. William but time is of the essence and while it's not my choice I'm afraid this offer expires in the next two minutes.




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As he was handed the tray of food, the man retreated inward several steps, before plopping onto the ground, and digging into the meal provided. "Seeing as you've been eating my food, I'd take it wasn't poisoned. Good on ya' lad." William commented, before dismantling the covered stated of the food. As the strange marine entered into the room, William listened to him as he'd speak about his reason for coming to his room. Well, his true reason, which didn't seem to be food delivery. As the man scaled through his perfectly put together business pitch, William simply listened quietly as he'd dig into the powdered mashed potatoes and grilled chicken remnants. As the intruder, now in his mind, as the man's speech stripped himself of marine association, concluded with putting a time limit on his offer of asylum.

"You young bucks are always so quick for answers." William said picking the bits of chicken from between his teeth with a finger nail.

"Let's exchange roles. As a fellow scientist. If a stranger came out of nowhere offering you funding and housing. Would you take them up on the offer?" William stated as a rhetorical question grinning.

"My answer to you is 'soon'." William concluded. "I actually have no allegiance to the marines. They we're the first on sight when the incident happened and judging from my findings... I've come to three conclusions on the incident." William stated.

"One. I'm not responsible for their malfunctions. I've placed a kill switch in the circuitry to go off if any the slightest of functions malfunctioned. And I'm even talking simple stuff like dialogue replay." William stated, shaking his head in dismay.

"Two. I'm most certain that Toy King Momo is responsible for this. I just don't know how the little twat did it. Probably using his brother's momento's but again, uncertain. To my knowledge, he was terrible with things of this nature."
William concluded.

"Three. A minute and thirty seconds has passed. My answer to you is this, I'll join your 'organisation' once I've finished my research on what caused these children of mine to malfunction. I've long had it with the World Government's way of managing things. It's why I've shared my life work with my proteges like Isaiah and Mozart... However... I think the reason Momo did this is because of Mozart's untimely death. After all, that is his little brother. Marines gunning down an innocent civilian in broad daylight. It's poetic justice maybe in his eyes." William revealed, leaving it for Cyrus to read between the line.

"Leave a contact. If I live... I'll call once I can square things up with Morimo. That's my only condition for leaving for now. Ah. Looks like I've gone over your allotted time by I'd say forty-seconds now." William concluded, finishing the meal.

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Cyrus considered William's question for a long minute before responding,
Fair point, but I guess if I knew an aggressively powerful cyborg pirate was out for my head I might be quick to jump on an offer of safety. He said with a shrug. He wasn't mad, he understood where William was coming from, it wasn't the most conventional of offers. He cracked a smile at the mention of poetic justice.
Perhaps it is, not my sort of poetry personally but it makes for a good story.

Cyrus rose from the bed and approached William, bending down he picked up the now empty food tray and said,
Very well then, I can't exactly drag you out of here and I respect your conviction to figure out how Momo pulled this little stint off. Just remember every day you're here, you're in more and more danger. My suggestion would be to get out by the end of the week, regardless of what you discover. It's only a matter of time before the Toy King makes his move and I've been through this base, these Marines are pitiful and bored. They're not going to put up much of a fight.

Cyrus reached into his pocket, pulling out a slightly bent card with a number on it,
I'll be on Jaya for a few more days, I strongly recommend you contact me before then. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, we want you on our team William. Your talents are wasted here. Best of luck my friend.

Cyrus then left the workshop, stepping into the elevator doors. Once the doors were closed he tapped his right breast pocket with a smile, feeling the small notebook he had swiped off of William's desk when he had been inspecting the room. Between that and the various blueprints he had studied and attempted to memorize, Cyrus felt confident that even if the old man died the Revolutionary had at least something to work with and continue the old man's endeavor. Insurance was a necessary evil at times.

As the doors slid open, Cyrus found himself face to face with the two Marine guards from earlier. They stared at him in surprise before one said,
The hell took you so long? We were just coming up to check on you two.
Wouldn't you know it, I get stuck with the one shift where the old man actually wants to eat. Obviously his little hunger strike could only last so long. The guy nearly chewed through the tray if I hadn't reached in and taken it. After that he just kept blabbering on and asking me questions, felt rude to just leave the poor bastard. Cyrus said with a shrug and the other Marines laughed,
Damn, you're a better man than I am. The Marine said, Personally, I would've just thrown the tray at him, turned around and walked away.
Cyrus simply smiled and moved along.

As he walked through the halls of the Marine base, Cyrus wasn't even all that concerned about his present location. Sure it was a Marine base but it wasn't exactly the most elite of bases. These stooges just milled about and it was more like a frat house than a military instillation. No wonder William locked himself in his workshop, if the only people he had to interact with were these neanderthals Cyrus would've done the same thing. At one point he passed a trashcan and simply tossed the empty tray in without so much as breaking stride.

Making it to the front gate he nodded to the guard who had checked him into the base,
What? Toilets back up now you gotta go shit in the woods? The guard said with a chuckle.
Ha, if only. Some idiot on night shift got himself burned in the furnace when he was helping melt down the bodies. Naturally my name was next on the list for replacements, go fucking figure am I right?
Tch, no kidding. Gonna be a long night tonight, but then again when isn't it around here?
Too true my friend, too true. Cyrus said with a shake of his head before continuing on to the train platform.

Once on the tram, Cyrus sat back and pulled the notebook out of his pocket. He flipped through, studying the hand written notes and drawings of schematics. Measurements for various robotic pieces, lists of formulas and materials needed for different recipes. Full schematics for how each piece fit into various robots, everything he needed was right here, it was beautiful. He sat back and stared out the window with a smile. Well, he hadn't gotten William per say, not exactly anyway. He hoped the old man would contact him soon. If he didn't by the end of the week...he'd probably be dead, that was just the simple truth of it. Cyrus wasn't ready to personally go to war with Toy King Momo, hell he didn't know anyone in the Revolution who was except for the top executives. It wasn't in the cards, but at the very least he had managed to glean information far beyond anything he could have hoped for. If worst came to worst and William did die, he'd at least live on through what Cyrus knew and apparently this other apprentice, Isaiah. Cyrus made a mental note to look into this Isaiah character as the tram sped along the tracks towards the first island and the waiting ferry that would take Cyrus back to Jaya.



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