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Published: 2018-03-11 06:13:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 2570; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 6
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You always found Viktor’s ideals to be a bit extremist. He believed that human emotion and weakness got in the way of progress. You weren’t exactly a big fan of his beliefs, but he paid good money for a madman working out of a rundown lab in Zaun. He gave you an odd task today, he palmed a device into your hand, and asked you to find Caitlyn. A cop that was a part of the Piltover police force. Apparently, she was investigating a few leads that the Machine Herald had left behind in his unethical experiments. The device, upon closer inspection, seemed to look almost like a brooch. It had a hextech core, which meant it had immense power. As you looked around Piltover, you mused about what it did. Well, only one way to find out.Related content
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Ugh. Another Pilty Police Officer. If I look like I’m even slightly from Zaun, they’re so quick to get on my ass. Straight face. I’m here for a job.
“Questions? Whatever about?”
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'Firstly, is this your area of residence? We've received reports of the smuggling of illicit robotics in this area, and were wondering if you may have been a witness to anything?' Up close now, you can see that the police uniform, try as it might, can't conceal an impressive rack...
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“F’raid not ma’am. I’m from Zaun in very important business. My employer runs a tight shift and he wouldn’t want me wasting time with this. No ma’am, I haven’t seen anything either.”
Viktor couldn’t just keep a low profile...
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She noticeably stiffens at this, pulling out a notepad. 'Zaun, you say? Well, I'm sorry, but given that Zaun is the centre of this whole investigation, I'm going to have to take you in for questioning. If you could please keep your arms out in front of you, and walk in front of me...'
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“Like I said ma’am, boss runs a tight schedule. Gotta deliver an evolution to a Miss...Caitlyn of Piltover. You wouldn’t happen to know her would you?”
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Her eyes immediately narrow at that, stepping back and reaching for her baton. 'No, I don't. And I certainly don't like the sound of that. So I'm going to give you one last chance to come with me, or you're under arrest...'
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I sigh.
“Ma’am. I’m just trying to do my job, I don’t want any trouble. But I can’t let you hold me up, Viktor will have my head.”
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Viktor? Well, that settled it! Caitlyn steps forward, reaching out her handcuffs for your wrist.
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I roll my eyes.
“He pays well, never said I agree with it.”
I sigh, clasping a bracer on her arm
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In an instant, the motion of the busty police officer freezes up, and she's just staring blankly past you, locked in place by a strong electrical current passing through her...
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“Electrical nerve locking device. Pretty handy huh? I suppose I’ll ‘ave to take you back to Viktor. Before I go after his Caitlyn target.”
I begin to drag her back
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The police officer's name tag gives her name as 'Caitlyn', something that becomes apparent as you drag her immobile form through the dark, grimy streets...
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“Or I’ve just got her...Viktor’s got big balls going after a Piltover cop...”
I drag her into the grungy lab
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The hardy, feisty cop doesn't even bat an eyelid as she's heaved into the laboratory...
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The Machine Herald looks at the woman up and down as she’s pulled inside.
“Well done. You’re free to unfreeze her.”
The bracer is removed
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Collapsing forward against a desk, the air rushes from Caitlyn's lungs as she's suddenly unfrozen, and she blinks, astonished at the sudden change in surroundings, before grabbing her baton once more and swinging for you.
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I jump back as Viktor evaporates her baton.
“I will not have you hurting my assistant, he’s quite valuable. As are you, for farthing my Glorious Evolution.”
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Her weapon gone in a flash, Caitlyn spins round to face him. 'Viktor! If you so much as think you can get away with this without the League realising I'm gone...'
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“Please. The Evolution will spread through the League, starting with you.”
I force her into a metal restraining bed
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She tries to struggle and fight you off, but she just doesn't have the strength, cursing in her posh accent as she gets strapped down. 'The Evolution? What does that even mean?!'
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“Frankly I don’t know ma’am. I’m just supposed to operate on you. Replace that heart with this.”
I hold up a Hextech core
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'My heart?! You're replacing my heart?!' She begins to squirm even more, yelling out for help in the hope that the walls are flimsy enough.
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I sedate her and quickly go to work. Replacing her human heart with a brand new replacement...
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Under the heavy anaesthesia, Caitlyn doesn't feel a thing through the entire operation...
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I close her up.
“Ach...this should be much more clean in the future. Now that we hopefully have a working host.”
Viktor nods in satisfaction.
“Rise.”
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Caitlyn sits bolt upright on her bed, staring blankly at the wall across from her, her human mind screaming internally for her to wake up from whatever kind of state she's in.
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“Sir. Her brain is resisting the evolution.”
I notify. Viktor only chuckles. Caitlyn starts to feel her emotions shut down, they’re getting in the way of progress...
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This is terrifying! No... It's progress. She can't let this happen to her! She can. She will.
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Fear is irrelevant. The League will evolve as she did. She had the tools, she would serve the creator and those loyal to him. She was just a cog in his huge machine
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Caitlyn was a tool. That's what she was. An item whose thoughts and feelings were irrelevant. Her actions were entirely dependent on the will of the person using her.
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Right now, she felt her actions shift to that of the will of Viktor’s assistant, he was in charge of integrating her into the League and making sure everything goes cleanly
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Right now, however, he had given her no instructions, so she just sat there blankly, still staring.
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“Guess I’m in charge of you now, stand up. We’ve got a list of things to do in the League. Are you listening?”
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'Yes, sir. I am listening.' The former police officer stands up straight.
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“Good. We need to reprogram that Clockwork Lady...Ori...Anna? I think? Then we need to integrate the mute musician, and the vastaya Ahri.”
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'Noted. I am going to assist in all of these projects. How may I going about doing so?'
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“Got a tool for each. For the Clockwork Lady? It’s pretty simple.”
I hold out a replica of the Ball.
“This will destroy the old ball on sight and replace. You just need to be near her. For the musician? Your gun is well equipped for her, just fire.”
I hold up a set of nine metal tails.
“Set these loose on the Fox.”
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She takes them all, one after the other, ensuring that she knows what each of them do. 'Will that be all?'
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“Indeed. Good luck.”
I wave her off, allowing her to choose who’s first
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Orianna. It made logical sense - she was in Piltover, and the ball was programmed itself; no excess energy needed to be wasted, so she headed straight for Corin Reveck's old workshop...
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Orianna and the Ball are in the workshop, the Ball is humming over her as she works on small little Clockwork figurines
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Caitlyn doesn't even waste a second. The moment she opens the door, she unleashes the Ball that she was given, ready to let it work its magic.
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The Ball flies inside, and crushes the old one silently, it hovers behind Ori without a sound. It’s almost waiting for a prompt from her
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'Investigate.' Orianna directs it towards the door, not suspecting a thing...
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It investigates alright, it begins looking her up and down and scanning her, darting around her
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'Investigate the door.' If clockwork ballerinas could sound exasperated, Orianna definitely would be by now.
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It continues to investigate her, almost as if it’s waiting for more directions about what to do with the lovely thing it’s found...
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'Report.' This is strange. The Ball isn't normally so unco-operative.
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“Found. Orianna.”
It speaks, measured and programmed
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Again, if she could roll her eyes, she would. 'Don't investigate me. Investigate whoever just came in.'
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