Futuristic [PakkuVen&Mothman] The Tower of Mira

[PakkuVen]

Name: Vincent Zurrow
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'6", Curly Auburn hair, darker skinned, deceptively strong
Skills: "Mechanic", Basic Gun Skill, Pilot/Driver, home-made bombs, Parkour and running.
Bio: Lived a "simple" life as one of many mechanics in a city as Humanity tried to regain lost technology. While not one of the top pioneers in his field he's well known enough to not lack for good paying work. The Revenant Group held a good reputation and he jumped at the chance to work with them to extracte relics from The Tower of Mira. His ambitions backfired and now finds himself as someone's disposable lackey.
Note: Maybe needs a whole new word for his profession idk what though.

 

[PakkuVen]

The Revenant Group had been working their way through the tower for months now, though Vincent had only been recruited as the "mechanic" several weeks ago. This group has a good reputation as Salvagers trying to bring back the glory of the previous age, before the plague. Give him any modern tech to repair and he could do it. All this broken down crap from The Tower of Mira though was beyond him. Not that the dumbasses higher up, nor the paid muscle cared. Would it kill them to find some instruction manuals? Surely there had to be some that survived given the state of this building! Spelunking through a derelict, no matter how undamaged it was, is tough on the body. And yet that didn't account for many of the bruises or the bandage around his left arm. Twenty-four year old Vincent Zurrow had been horrified during his second week when he realized walking away from all this was not an option. They barely been provided anything other than food, shelter, and a cornucopia of tools he couldn't afford back home. He was starting to worry he fell for the old Carrot and stick ploy.

There were shockingly few corpses laying about, he thought with a shudder. He would've preferred to wear something to protect him from the virus, if it still lay dormant in this tower. Unfortunately all he had was a dirty blue jumper suit, leather gloves, goggles, and a home-made mask for protection. It made the otherwise wide-open architecture of this place feel oppressive. Vincent pushed his Auburn hair to the side in annoyance as he wiped his brow. The stubborn curls settle back where they were. "I need a haircut." He declared to no one as he contemplated going back to grab a bandana or something to manage it.

"You need to open the door Zurrow. We've been waiting for days! There's talk of using explosives soon." Vincent tried not to visibly tense as the voice behind him.
"They would really risk a repeat encounter with the automated defenses?" That made him nervous. It was how the last "mechanic" died. Even though he could fight in a pinch they took away the gun he'd brought with him. This old tower had legends spring up around it over time. He already considered ways to open the door with force that wouldn't trigger the alarm, he tried different ways to cut the power to the door. And that was the thing. Most of the building was derelict. Electric doors were either knocked down, wedged open, or connected to a portable power source they brought. But this door, and the previous one were already powered. Vincent was a mechanic with limited computer experience curtesy of the difficulty of making one there weren't many. He would hazard a guess this one was more complex. Surely there's still someone alive who knew these old machines? These were incomprehensibly stand-offish compared to the ones he was accustomed to.

"You have til tomorrow. Good luck." He replied cooly, striding down the hall from Vincent.

"Shit." He turned to scowl at the stubborn door. "Why do you have to be like this huh? Talk to me!" No answer seemed forthcoming so he flipped through his notebook in the hopes of finding a method he hadn't tried yet. His life might just depend on it.

 

[Mothman]

"You are in the presence of Mira's ORACLE. The subject of Miran's worship in it's final hours... In the flesh."

Name: Whimsey

Age: Turned into a cyborg at the age of twenty, has been in service as an android for nearly a century since.
Personality: Distant and reserved, she comes off as unflappable and distant.
Bio: A woman who lived on a low level of Mira, wreaked with crime and poverty. After an incident that would have otherwise cost her her life, she as placed in the hands of some of Mira's finest scientists and implanted with technology that both saved her life and made her perfectly compatible to be Mira's 'controller'. With her existance forgoing the need for tons of manual labor throughout all of Mira, processes that would now be automated by Whimsey, it was covered up as a blessing from the Goddess; Mira's 'ORACLE'.
Ability: Possesses the ability to link into most technologies that aren't encrypted heavily or beyond her advancement. Her body automates most of her systems, so she has no need to eat or sleep aside from for the sake of enjoying it. Able to form blood from her body, pumped at faster intervals thanks to her implants, to form the hands at the end of her metal limbs, as well as to turn said hands into hardened blood-like talons.​

 

[Mothman]

There were no more than a dozen of them left, since the Zinca Virus wiped through all of Mira. Despite years of research meant to stop or cure the virus since it was first observed on the polluted earth beneath Mira, there had been no solution. No cure, no alternative... Nothing. As such, all living things were quickly subject to an agonizing fate at the hands of the virus. Some took their fates into their own hands, hurling themselves from Mira for an easier release, some fought amongst themselves and clung onto desperate hopes that their patron Goddess, one that the church on the highest level spread as being called 'ORACLE', some even attempted leaving Mira entirely. She could only assume what happened to them. Nobody found peace or proper survival in Mira, as the Zinca Virus took two years slowly spreading up and up the tower.

All that remained were the few pieces of cutting edge technology. Androids that were immune to the Zinca Virus because of their mechanical implants. Even she wasn't sure what exactly about them made them immune, as many of them still possessed human organs. Still, while she supposed she should remain grateful for the life she was still able to live, it was difficult to find hope in a civilization with no more than a dozen remaining residents. Some kept to themselves to cope with the grief, while some desperately searched about for any survivors of Mira.

All of that changed, come the Revenant Group. She didn't know them by their proper title, but had noticed the intruders through surveillance. Where had they come from? What did they want? She knew nothing about civilizations outside of Mira, and while she knew it was reasonable enough that they existed... She had never imagined she would see someone from one. While she couldn't watch them at all times, there were plenty of surveillance cameras throughout all of Mira that survived the havoc wreaked by the virus just fine. The only reason that things still operated, such as the doors that kept the Revenant Group from proceeding, the automated defenses, and the lights that flickered on at the same time every night, was all thanks to Whimsey's operation of the tower. She was it's pilot, of sorts, and oversaw everything from the power grids to smaller details like specific mechanics like doors and weaponry and lights.

They couldn't be allowed to simply waltz their way through the tower as they pleased. Mira lacked a lot of defenses, in truth. She would strike them down if she could, truly, but the only reason she had found any chance to attack was when they crossed the threshhold between the third and second thirds of the tower. The third segment, being the bottom four levels, was home to most of the poorer class of Mira. Crime and poverty ran rampant, and as sorrowful as it was, there was nothing she could do from her position. While she may have controlled the mechanisms in the tower, she had no sway in the average citizen's life.

For the sake of Mira as a whole, and the few android companions she had left, she had no other option to attempt. With a wave of her hand and some tapping at a screen projected in the air in front of her by her crimson red mechanical eye, and a message would appear on the monitor beside the door that a young mechanic was currently yelling at in frustration.

'Your group needs to leave. Mira is no place for looters.'​

 

[PakkuVen]

Shit it talked back... He froze. A quick check confirmed he was alone again. Vincent picked up the extremely expensive tablet computer near the monitor he'd been using in his previously failed attempts to interface with the more advance Mira computers.

He began tapping away quietly speaking as if he was muttering to himself. "They're not my group. I'm basically a hostage. Who are you?"
"If you manage to get rid of them remember there are more humans out there who either want Mira for valuables or reclaiming our history. In case you were thinking about killing me like the last mechanic."

Vincent waited there for a reply. He hoped his anxiety wasn't showing. This was it. The threshold of life and death, except he wasn't even sure how close he really stood to it.