Kincaid

Earlier in Mock Town

Hrmm okay, I know I left it somewhere around here...but where...? Cyrus asked himself as he dug through the back alley trash bags he had been using to store his "belongings." The trash bags belonged to a restaurant that had gone out of business well over two weeks earlier and with no one to bring them curbside, they had simply sat. The smell was putrid, positively vile and Cyrus had only recently stopped retching every time he approached it. While the smell was horrendous and arguably unbearable it also doubled for a natural cover from thieves.

Not even the neediest of thieves would bother going near this trash heap. The only major problem was there was so much trash and several bags had ripped, spilling their contents about, that it made it rather difficult to find his belongings at times. This was especially true when Cyrus stored things drunkenly.

Sonofabitch. Cyrus swore before standing upright, cupping his filthy hands and yelling, PHIL! PHIL WHERE ARE YOU?!
Nothing.
Cyrus sighed.
Mrfgh, mmm mrg. A strangled voice came from the left of his trash heap.
Cyrus reached over and began feverishly digging through the trash bags, tossing moldy bread, trash and tin cans every which way before noticing a burlap sack. He pulled it free and placed it behind him, turning to open it, he found a robotic head staring back at him.

You forgot about me, asshole! Phil declared.
Momentarily displaced. Cyrus countered sheepishly.
Ohhh Cyrus-senpai loss me, kuso kurae baka!
Hrm, you're still doing that voice switching thing, huh? Guess I should've tried to fix that earlier.
Si.
Phil, you said you were a guide-bot for Momo's ships, right? Before the whole...well, scrapping incident, right?
The robot regarded Cyrus carefully, still clearly peeved about the whole "being lost in trash" ordeal but then said,
Aye, what about it?
Perfect, time to meet a friend. Cyrus said, not really answering the robot's question before closing the burlap sack around him and hoisting Phil over his shoulder.

Cyrus made his way through the streets of Mock Town, whistling as he went. Finally he turned the corner and made his way to the bar he had told Gus to meet him at earlier. Stepping in he scanned the gathered alcoholics for his friend, frowning,
What are the odds pretty boy is late because of a woman? Cyrus asked himself as he searched.

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Cyrus blinked in surprise as a deep, yet sing-song voice brushed his ears. He shivered uncomfortably a bit before turning to see the large winged man with a devilish grin on his face. Cyrus scowled, took a long sip from his drink to finish it, and continued scowling at Gus.
Slave chick? Cyrus asked finally but then shook his head, realizing he already knew the answer and didn't want to hear all about it, Never mind, here I brought you a present. Cyrus said, pushing the sack on the table towards Gus,
Here, I brought you a present.

The ends of the sack would fall down, allowing the top of Phil's head to be seen. The robot shook its head, allowing the rest of the sack to fall off and he to be revealed in all of his shining glory,
Ahhh konichiwa Winged-Sama, yo soy Phil. Phil said before Cyrus knocked him on the head. The robots eyes blinked in and out for a moment before Phil said,
Hey, how ya doin? I'm Phil, I'd shake your hand but uh...well, you know. Phil said, indicating his lack of a body.
This is Phil.
Yeah he knows, I said that.

Phil is a robot, one of Momo's Nav robots. Scouts the area, records data, generates maps, the whole nine yards. Phil needs a new body. So, we need to break into Momo's factory, get him a body and if possible...recover his missing memory bank so he has all the data on Momo he originally had.
Cyrus went to take another swig from his glass, raised it to his lips and then realized that it was unfortunately empty. Frowning he placed the glass back down on the table, Questions?

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Agreed. Cyrus said in reference to Gus's comment about being too sober. Aye that's the one. Haven't seen the man...or machine myself, but I've had my fair share of run ins with his goons. From what I know he's stationed over on Long Ring Long Land, one of the amusement parks of Ringworld. I went there some time ago and found the Marines covering up a bloody massacre, don't know for sure if it was Momo but... Cyrus trailed off, remembering the images that had been burned into his own memory banks. He shook his head slowly, tuning back into reality and trying to alleviate himself of the nightmares.

We shouldn't go picking a fight with this one, not yet anyway. For now we just need to focus on breaking into one of his facilities. I've been to one before, it's where I met this lug head. Our best bet is to go back to that one as far as I can tell. If parts of him were there, maybe the parts we need are too.
Aye, sounds about right to me chief. Phil said, staring up at Cyrus. Some of the bar patrons had taken notice of the talking robot head, but most only scowled at it before returning to their drink.

Missus, eh? You're not shacking up with this one are you? Settling down? Making a family or some such? Cyrus asked, somewhat surprised. He couldn't help but wonder just how long this latest woman would be in Gus's life. It seemed he changed women more often than Cyrus changed clothes...although to be fair that wasn't terribly often. Cyrus scratched the stubble beneath his chin and thought for a moment,
Dinner sounds good, it'll give us some time to collect our thoughts and make a plan. I'll try to sketch out the layout from what I can remember. Suddenly, the revolutionary stood up and snapped his fingers before turning and walking towards the bar. The barkeep eyed him cautiously before Cyrus hopped over the bar top and began perusing the selection of liquor in back.

Oi, what in the bloody hell do you think you're doin?! You right lost your mind you little thief?! The barman yelled, rolling up his sleeves.
Hrmm, ooh 25 year old single malt. Not too shabby. Cyrus said, completely ignoring the red faced man. He popped the top off the bottle and inhaled deeply with a satisfied sigh. He popped the top back on before grabbing two other bottles of different alcohol. He then passed by the barman who wound up ready to knock the scraggly Revolutionary's lights out. However, Cyrus held up a finger instead,
Hold on there Horris. He then fished around in his pocket for a large wad of beli notes, far more than the alcohol was worth and crammed them into the front pocket of the barkeep's apron. The man stood stunned, his face slowly fading to a less worrisome pinkish color. Cyrus tapped the front pocket with a smug smile before gathering the bottles once more and making his way out from behind the bar.

Returning back to Phil and Gus, he smiled while popping the cork off one of the bottles with his teeth. He spat the cork onto the ground, Grab the robot for me, I've got my hands full. We don't want to be late. Cold dinner is fine, but hot dinner is best. He then exited the bar, the bottle at his lips and the rum flowing into his gullet.

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As Gus stepped into his new humbled abode, Cyrus jumped back in surprise as a frying pan materialized across the large Winged Man's face. He dropped like a sack of rocks with such an impact that Cyrus initially feared the floor might give way. Standing in the doorway was a rather miffed former slave staring at her handy work and then turning her unfortunate attention to the buzzed, scruffy scientist standing in the hallway.
Y-yes ma'am! Cyrus said, following her directions. He wasn't about to be told twice. Stepping over Gus's body, Cyrus picked the sack with Phil in it up off the floor where it had rolled out of Gus's hand. He placed the sack and the bottle of whisky he had brought from the bar on the table before returning to his friend and dragging him into the loft, shutting the door behind him.

From there, Cyrus set to work busying himself with helping prepare the table so as not to draw the ire of Gus's newest lady. A few moments later they were all, even Gus, sitting around the table. The winged man stirred at the smell of food and opened his eyes to find Cyrus staring at him,
Oh good, you're awake with...no more brain damage than was already there. That's a plus.
From there the revolutionary dug in, being as polite and sociable as possible with his hosts, keeping a careful eye on the cookware behind Bonnie.

Morning, as always, came far too early as Cyrus rose and stretched from his place on the couch. He yawned and scratched at his greasy hair, searching around the floor blindly for his hat while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. An hour or so later, he and Gus were fed, caffeinated and on their way to the ferry for Long Ring Long Land. As they walked, Cyrus carried the sack containing Phil over his shoulder.
No, it probably won't be as easy. I didn't steal much the last time I was there, other than this idiot, but I'm sure Momo is still on high alert. It doesn't help I didn't really get a good look around last time either, but Phil claims there's a whole underground to the facility. Which makes sense really, considering the first floor didn't look like much more than a warehouse. If one of the park guests were to stumble across it by accident, they'd probably ignore it completely and move on.

Cyrus paid for the two ferry tickets and boarded without incident, finding seats for them at the top deck and in the open air. He preferred space where, if need be, Gus could make a quick aerial getaway and figured the winged man held similar desires. Stretching out on the ferry, Cyrus placed his feet on the railing and lowered his hat, protecting his face, and more importantly his eyes, from the harsh rays of the sun. Around him he listened carefully, watching other passengers out of his peripherals. Nothing seemed obviously amiss and so he calmed his nerves a bit.
So, I guess the only real plan so far is to just break in and wing it. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence, but right now it's the best I've got. Unless you had a better idea.

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Cyrus snorted in response to Gus as they sailed along the watery passage towards the various amusement parks. Aye it is ballsy, but I guess that's what you get when you've taken over an entire animatronic amusement park without the guests even noticing. That cyborg has some serious talent, we'd be smart to not overlook it. Cyrus said as he rested his arms on the back of the bench, gazing out across the ocean. It had been quite awhile since his last visit to this island, the memories of the massacred danced in his mind and for a moment he became lost in the deep blue waters of the sea. Cyrus snapped back to reality as the ferry pulled in to dock and people began to disembark.

He reached to the top of his head, pulling off his hat and running his fingers through his hair before placing the hat in its rightful position.
Right then, let's get started.
Cyrus lead the two of them down the steps of the ferry and onto the dock, gazing about to get his bearings of the area. He had only ever been to this particular park once and he didn't want to confuse its layout with the others. People mulled about, children darted between legs, screaming gleefully as their parents followed with a smile. In the distance, the crowd roared as a rollercoaster began its descent, mixing with the metallic sounds of rumbling metal.
Hm? Cyrus responded to his friend as Gus mentioned the feeling of someone watching them. He wasn't surprised, though he had to admit, the loud sounds, strong smells and various sights had distracted him. He was certainly glad to have Gus along this time around.

I don't see anything just yet, let's start moving. If you spot whatever it is, take lead and I'll cover you. Cyrus said, as he began walking through the crowd, doing his best to blend in. He wouldn't make a direct route for the old warehouse at first, not until Gus had identified whatever or whoever it was that may have been watching them. For now he'd simply act like any other visitor to the park, gazing upon the various sights and sounds with ignorant amusement.

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They had been walking for quite awhile after Gus had brought up the sensation of feeling watched and Cyrus had begun to feel confident that it was simply the winged man's nerves, which was more than understandable in a situation like this. Deciding they were probably in no danger at the present, Cyrus decided to begin leading the trio towards the location of the warehouse he had been to previously. Over his shoulder he carried the sack containing Phil's head. From time to time the robot would shift or mutter something in some foreign language, but Cyrus simply ignored him. Occasionally park guests would overhear the muttering robot and stare, but their brains would quickly remind them that they were at an amusement park and surely this was some sort of trick or show to entertain them. People, Cyrus realized, were so quick to explain away the things that disturbed them rather than face them head on.
Ah yes, Gus-sama will provide Phil with mucho bonita puntas. Aye, aye! Phil said from within the sack, his processor still mixing languages and speech patterns. Cyrus rolled his eyes,
Whatever happens today, we are absolutely fixing that speech chip of yours because I can't handle listening to this mess.

Just then, a massive shadow passed over Cyrus and Gus and the revolutionary noticed other park guests had stopped what they were doing to stare up at the sky. Some were pointing, others shielding their eyes from the sun for a better view. Park guests muttered to one another, pointing, gesturing and trying to figure out just what was going on. Cyrus lowered the brim of his hat to block some of the rays and get a better glimpse up at whatever was going on. Before he could really focus however, the birds began their battle cry and immediately everyone in the walkway that the three had been traveling on, lost their collective shit.

Park guests began screaming and running in all different directions. Children were left crying and confused as parents sprinted away, assuming the other had grabbed their infant. People collided with one another, sprawling on the ground as they clawed their away across the asphalt in a mad effort to be anywhere but where they had been standing moments ago.
What in the- Cyrus began before the birds' cry echoed across the park.

"CHOOOOOOPA! CHOOOOOOOPPPPAAA!" Together, all ten birds screaming in harmony, the noise was loud enough to make Cyrus cringe in pain. However, before he could do anything about it, they descended upon the two revolutionaries.
Oh shit, hang on Phil. Cyrus said as two birds landed in front of him, towering over the blonde haired man. Their claws dug into the pavement, cracking it and revealing just how dangerous those robotic talons could be.
Hang on with what?! Phil asked from the sack.

Behind him, two more landed, taking a noticeable interest in Gus. On either side, an additional bird landed, effectively blocking off any chance of escape. Above, the remaining four circled idly in the air. Whatever these things were, they were coordinated and any plan for a quiet entry into the park and warehouse had just gone up in flames. The birds stalked closer, heads raised and regarding their targets carefully. Cyrus shouldered the bag on his shoulder a little closer, taking a firm grasp of the fabric. He looked to his right and noticed, just beyond the wall that one of the birds sat on, was the wooded area he had originally found the warehouse in on his previous visit. This wasn't the same entry point, but if they could get to the woods, they would at least lose the birds and be in the correct general area.

As much as I would love to turn these flying chickens into scrap heaps with you, the longer we stay out here the more problematic this becomes. If you look to the right, the warehouse was in a wooded area last time I was here. Our best bet is to run through that bird on the wall and try to lose the rest of them in the trees. It's too densely packed for the ones above to see us in there and I'm hoping these ones on the ground are too big to keep up with us in there. We can always cut a few trees down if we need to, trip them up a bit. Thoughts? Cyrus asked, genuinely wanting his partner's input. Unfortunately, the birds weren't interested in allowing the two men enough time to coordinate.

One of the two in front of Cyrus had lurched forward, striking out with its hooked, metal beak. Thankfully the revolutionary had been keeping his eye on the birds as they stalked closer. Cyrus sidestepped the jab, feeling the rush of wind as the bird missed by mere inches. He swiped his hand in the direction of the bird's exposed neck and three large gashes ripped through the metal. Oil leaked out and exposed wiring sparked from the wound. The bird lurched to one side, losing its balance as motor functions began to work overtime in an attempt to compensate.
We need to move, now! Cyrus said as he turned his attention to the bird on the wall and swiped his hand in its general direction. This time his wires were aimed at the bird's feet, rather than its thick neck. Before the robot even knew what had happened, it toppled over from the wall, landing face first on the asphalt while its clawed feet remained burrowed in the wall. Cyrus had managed to remove the body from its legs, revealing more wiring and circuitry while the mechanical beast squawked and cried, flapping frantically on the ground.

With that, the revolutionary ran towards the wall, hopping the half-stack of stone in one bound and moving through the wooded glade as quickly as possible. He looked back, hoping Gus had managed to follow suit. The sack on his back chirped joyfully as Cyrus ran,
Wheeeeeeee!!!!