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totallyhonest posting in srwu Feb. 15th, 2016 09:03 am)As the brouhaha revolving the Discovery and the truth about The Lady and Loni unfolds, a strange man came to Alhambra.
"Excuse me, may I meet with one Miss Grace Wallach?"
He doesn't seem to be threathening, so he's shown to Grace. The man is a middle-aged personage with british accent and an ill-fitting suit that seems to have seen a lot of use. A thin, somewhat twitchy guy with moustache that doesn't belong, follows him.
After Grace shakes his hand, the mysterious person extend a card.
"Dr. Steward Grey, Anthropologist. And this is Danny, my assistant. Are you the one Miss Wallach who managed to got herself a whole unused warehouse full of ancient handheld consoles known as polystations?"
"Huh... Yes that's me. I must warn you that I got that purchase all legal, really! It's all signed by lawyer and notaries and such!
...do I need to call a lawyer now?" Grace starts to put her hands on her pocket, obviously trying to grab some hidden devices.
"Nothing of sort, Miss Wallach, but this is important. The fate of the world might depend on your answer.
Do you still have some of those Polystations?"
Grace embarassedly scratches her hair. "Well... I kinda donated most of them at christmas last year. And the rest was bought by some other people. If you're collector, I'd direct you to the orphanages where I donated them, but you're out of luck, since those had been stolen."
Dr. Steward looks frustrated as he punches his own palm. "Curses! Confounded again. I know about the orphanage theft, Miss Wallace. And I know about the purchase of your stock as well. I was hoping you still have some.
Because... the one who bought your stock and the one who stole from the orphanage might be the same party.
And the world is in great danger right now."
Grace is taken aback at this.
"What... what are you talking about?"
Dr. Steward looks at Grace straight in her eyes.
"Then I should enlight you on the history of Polystation Alpha and Processor Mivich 7. Gather your comrades, as many of them as possible, because eventhough this might pale before the sort of universe-devouring monstrosity that you and your friends face every day, the fate of this small planet might depend on this.
I'm an Anthropology Professor, but I spent most of my free time hunting for curious cultural artifacts. One of the artifact I've been hunting for these past few years are specimens of Polystations known as Polystation Alpha.
As you know, Polystation is a cheap handheld gaming device with technology at least a century behind. There's a reason for it. The reason is that it's manufactured using cheap labor in third world countries, and it's manifactured using any old electronic the manufacturer can find lying around and buy cheap in bulk.
These specimens, Polystation Alpha, are made with 100 years old processor Mivich 7.
There's nothing special about this processor Mivich 7. It's a typical old-fashioned processor that nobody has any use anymore. What important is, who used it other than Polystation Alpha.
Roughly a century ago, before the space era Mivich 7 is still a state-of-the art processor. Many important devices are built around it.
And a century ago, the advent of space era unnerve a lot of people. It was the leap for humankind, the start of new calendar. We know now that the leap was successful, but back then people wasn't sure about that. There were scares that mankind will fall into another apocalyptic global war.
That's why a country, doesn't really matter which one now, decided to make a vault. They stashed things that they thought would give them advantage if the apocalyptic global war came. For the war, and for after the apocalyptic war itself.
And as you can guess. The vault's system was built around the processor Mivich 7.
They buried the vault. Hid it. And as we know, the apocalyptic global war never really happened... not that apocalyptic anyway. And the vault was really well hidden even within their government, that it was forgotten even by them.
Why is it important you say? It's just 100 years old stash. Even if it has weapons stashed there, it will be a century outdated, just as this processor.
Well, the country thought that if the apocalyptic war really happens, it will be a no-rule, no-barred-melee. Anything goes. You realize what that means right? Think of what a country might use when facing a no-rules, everything-goes apocalyptic war. Think of what things they might stash there. Ancient Nuclear devices. Dirty bombs. Forgotten chemical weapons. Diseases and Viruses that nobody have any record or resistances anymore now.
One of my researches led me to the existence of this vault. And I've been hunting it for years. When I thought I managed to locate it, I found that the computers that manages the lock and door system is broken. We couldn't really force our way in, because it might disturb whatever sealed there. So the only way in was to repair the computers. But the computers was built around this processor, Mivich 7. And nobody manufactures, uses, or even has any record on it anymore.
Except...
Polystation Alpha.
So my hunt changes into hunting for these specimens now. They're old devices, not manufactured nor sold anymore. Barely any of them still exists.
And I was also racing against time. Because I know I'm not the only one hunting for it. There are other... interested parties. We clashed multiple times.
A few months ago I managed to get ahold some news that there might be some Polystation Alpha left, mixed with some other Polystations in a pile in a warehouse somewhere. My party and this rival party was racing to reach it, sabotaging each others, misleading each others, many high-speed rooftop chases involved. But when I finally managed to leave them behind and reached the warehouse...
It all has been bought. By you.
We then raced to find you, but one way or another, fistfight on a submarine might or might not be involved, I was defeated in this race, and my rival managed to reach you first.
If there's really no specimen of this are left in your hand, apparently I am far too late to catch up to my rival..."
"Excuse me, may I meet with one Miss Grace Wallach?"
He doesn't seem to be threathening, so he's shown to Grace. The man is a middle-aged personage with british accent and an ill-fitting suit that seems to have seen a lot of use. A thin, somewhat twitchy guy with moustache that doesn't belong, follows him.
After Grace shakes his hand, the mysterious person extend a card.
"Dr. Steward Grey, Anthropologist. And this is Danny, my assistant. Are you the one Miss Wallach who managed to got herself a whole unused warehouse full of ancient handheld consoles known as polystations?"
"Huh... Yes that's me. I must warn you that I got that purchase all legal, really! It's all signed by lawyer and notaries and such!
...do I need to call a lawyer now?" Grace starts to put her hands on her pocket, obviously trying to grab some hidden devices.
"Nothing of sort, Miss Wallach, but this is important. The fate of the world might depend on your answer.
Do you still have some of those Polystations?"
Grace embarassedly scratches her hair. "Well... I kinda donated most of them at christmas last year. And the rest was bought by some other people. If you're collector, I'd direct you to the orphanages where I donated them, but you're out of luck, since those had been stolen."
Dr. Steward looks frustrated as he punches his own palm. "Curses! Confounded again. I know about the orphanage theft, Miss Wallace. And I know about the purchase of your stock as well. I was hoping you still have some.
Because... the one who bought your stock and the one who stole from the orphanage might be the same party.
And the world is in great danger right now."
Grace is taken aback at this.
"What... what are you talking about?"
Dr. Steward looks at Grace straight in her eyes.
"Then I should enlight you on the history of Polystation Alpha and Processor Mivich 7. Gather your comrades, as many of them as possible, because eventhough this might pale before the sort of universe-devouring monstrosity that you and your friends face every day, the fate of this small planet might depend on this.
I'm an Anthropology Professor, but I spent most of my free time hunting for curious cultural artifacts. One of the artifact I've been hunting for these past few years are specimens of Polystations known as Polystation Alpha.
As you know, Polystation is a cheap handheld gaming device with technology at least a century behind. There's a reason for it. The reason is that it's manufactured using cheap labor in third world countries, and it's manifactured using any old electronic the manufacturer can find lying around and buy cheap in bulk.
These specimens, Polystation Alpha, are made with 100 years old processor Mivich 7.
There's nothing special about this processor Mivich 7. It's a typical old-fashioned processor that nobody has any use anymore. What important is, who used it other than Polystation Alpha.
Roughly a century ago, before the space era Mivich 7 is still a state-of-the art processor. Many important devices are built around it.
And a century ago, the advent of space era unnerve a lot of people. It was the leap for humankind, the start of new calendar. We know now that the leap was successful, but back then people wasn't sure about that. There were scares that mankind will fall into another apocalyptic global war.
That's why a country, doesn't really matter which one now, decided to make a vault. They stashed things that they thought would give them advantage if the apocalyptic global war came. For the war, and for after the apocalyptic war itself.
And as you can guess. The vault's system was built around the processor Mivich 7.
They buried the vault. Hid it. And as we know, the apocalyptic global war never really happened... not that apocalyptic anyway. And the vault was really well hidden even within their government, that it was forgotten even by them.
Why is it important you say? It's just 100 years old stash. Even if it has weapons stashed there, it will be a century outdated, just as this processor.
Well, the country thought that if the apocalyptic war really happens, it will be a no-rule, no-barred-melee. Anything goes. You realize what that means right? Think of what a country might use when facing a no-rules, everything-goes apocalyptic war. Think of what things they might stash there. Ancient Nuclear devices. Dirty bombs. Forgotten chemical weapons. Diseases and Viruses that nobody have any record or resistances anymore now.
One of my researches led me to the existence of this vault. And I've been hunting it for years. When I thought I managed to locate it, I found that the computers that manages the lock and door system is broken. We couldn't really force our way in, because it might disturb whatever sealed there. So the only way in was to repair the computers. But the computers was built around this processor, Mivich 7. And nobody manufactures, uses, or even has any record on it anymore.
Except...
Polystation Alpha.
So my hunt changes into hunting for these specimens now. They're old devices, not manufactured nor sold anymore. Barely any of them still exists.
And I was also racing against time. Because I know I'm not the only one hunting for it. There are other... interested parties. We clashed multiple times.
A few months ago I managed to get ahold some news that there might be some Polystation Alpha left, mixed with some other Polystations in a pile in a warehouse somewhere. My party and this rival party was racing to reach it, sabotaging each others, misleading each others, many high-speed rooftop chases involved. But when I finally managed to leave them behind and reached the warehouse...
It all has been bought. By you.
We then raced to find you, but one way or another, fistfight on a submarine might or might not be involved, I was defeated in this race, and my rival managed to reach you first.
If there's really no specimen of this are left in your hand, apparently I am far too late to catch up to my rival..."
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Those other parties. They're not just everyday thieves. Who are they?