05-07-2019, 12:47 AM
If someone ever wanted to hide from the world, the best place to do so would be the Nauru slums. It is a place where everyone is their own nobody and no one bats an eye if something out of the order happens. Aside from Nauru guard patrols, there is nothing that would jeopardize the peace there. The slums are what some people would call "The classical wild west". Sand, saloons and lots of riders going around, doing their own stuff. One thing that came out of the order in the last few months was a certain workshop that had no name. The only thing that people knew about it is when someone would enter, they would get out happy in many cases. With time, the slums dwellers gave it a simple name: "Seventh Wall Street Workshop".
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What was this man's reason for helping, nobody knows, but he did attract quite a crowd. The outside of the workshop looked like a scrapyard. A pile of scrap would appear every morning near the entrance of the workshop which he would take inside to make augmentations for the people who cannot afford it. In front of the shop was his WXR32 bike which was quite rusty, but its performance was top notch. If there was nothing to do around, the man would either tinker around his bike, outside the shop or stay deep inside it, working on his own things. The main room of the shop was quite large. It had a small reception table where orders would be placed and behind it was a room which was used for all kinds of development.
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All the development was done in complete peace. All orders are put on hold while one is being done. On his table were lots of different augmentations and blueprints for the same. For others, he made his own blueprints. Everything could be found around in that room; from external attachments like arms, ears, legs and such, all to most important internal organs, like hearts, lungs and anything a person would need at the time. That did not mean that he did not work on himself, as well. "Master Guerra, I calculate that the extendable blade should be two more millimeters behind the wrist to maximize efficiency." said a voice within Darius Guerra's head. Guerra frowned while tinkering on a full left arm augmentation, attempting to weaponize it. "Then there would be no physical space for the Uni-Tool. We are working on tight space here since the balance of this thing is a nightmare. If you can make some space without sacrificing the general efficiency of the arm, that would suffice. Otherwise, we continue as it is, Eve." Guerra said while installing the expendable blade on the arm. It would seem at first that he is talking to himself, but it is not so. He has installed an Artificial Intelligence within his core to optimize the output that goes through his body so it does not burn out for whatever reason. It also provides him with advice and any other assistance he needs.
He moved away from the table and approached a console. "Sirius date 12th of April, Eight Hundred and Twenty-Six. It is Four in the afternoon. The progress with the hidden blade augmentation is going steady, but the blade requires more place than required. I am thinking of rearranging the setup to see if it will provide better performance. It even might allow me to put some more plating for protection. I will look into it. End log." Guerra barely managed to move away from the console when Eve (The AI) sent a notification. "Several hooded people on bikes have arrived in front of the shop. They appear to be Core. What should we do?"
Guerra sighed and went to the entrance of the shop, preparing to open the workshop door. "Let's see what they want."
What was this man's reason for helping, nobody knows, but he did attract quite a crowd. The outside of the workshop looked like a scrapyard. A pile of scrap would appear every morning near the entrance of the workshop which he would take inside to make augmentations for the people who cannot afford it. In front of the shop was his WXR32 bike which was quite rusty, but its performance was top notch. If there was nothing to do around, the man would either tinker around his bike, outside the shop or stay deep inside it, working on his own things. The main room of the shop was quite large. It had a small reception table where orders would be placed and behind it was a room which was used for all kinds of development.
All the development was done in complete peace. All orders are put on hold while one is being done. On his table were lots of different augmentations and blueprints for the same. For others, he made his own blueprints. Everything could be found around in that room; from external attachments like arms, ears, legs and such, all to most important internal organs, like hearts, lungs and anything a person would need at the time. That did not mean that he did not work on himself, as well. "Master Guerra, I calculate that the extendable blade should be two more millimeters behind the wrist to maximize efficiency." said a voice within Darius Guerra's head. Guerra frowned while tinkering on a full left arm augmentation, attempting to weaponize it. "Then there would be no physical space for the Uni-Tool. We are working on tight space here since the balance of this thing is a nightmare. If you can make some space without sacrificing the general efficiency of the arm, that would suffice. Otherwise, we continue as it is, Eve." Guerra said while installing the expendable blade on the arm. It would seem at first that he is talking to himself, but it is not so. He has installed an Artificial Intelligence within his core to optimize the output that goes through his body so it does not burn out for whatever reason. It also provides him with advice and any other assistance he needs.
He moved away from the table and approached a console. "Sirius date 12th of April, Eight Hundred and Twenty-Six. It is Four in the afternoon. The progress with the hidden blade augmentation is going steady, but the blade requires more place than required. I am thinking of rearranging the setup to see if it will provide better performance. It even might allow me to put some more plating for protection. I will look into it. End log." Guerra barely managed to move away from the console when Eve (The AI) sent a notification. "Several hooded people on bikes have arrived in front of the shop. They appear to be Core. What should we do?"
Guerra sighed and went to the entrance of the shop, preparing to open the workshop door. "Let's see what they want."