FINAL INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

FINAL INVESTIGATION

[Well, your time, your anger, your losses have led up to this.

It's time to go, and that blue card will give access to the floors above. In particular, there is the floor Barbara mentioned before the throne room, which seems to be a good idea to check out beforehand.

Indeed, it's much like the previous floors the Strangers had lived in, only smaller.]



[There is another elevator in the area, but that is inaccessible. Even using Marie's card doesn't seem to work on it. Hm. No matter. Marie's card works on all of these rooms, so it's fine, right?

In any case, if there's answers to be found about just whose in charge - and what in the world is going on - this is the last chance of finding them. You've all gotten this far, and as your teams descend on the rooms, you can feel the end is near. Hopefully, that end is not that of the universe - or of Ivy.

Good hunting, Titled.]

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EVIDENCE [2/2]

[strangerpeople]

9-5-81xx

I decided, after many centuries of thought and contemplation - I must go through with it. It is my purpose, and once I am finished, perhaps the disquiet will leave my mind.

But, I still won’t do it foolishly. I...must be considerate. And consider the factors against me. This is what I know:

-The Star Wars fleet has now begun bringing others from different universes to fulfill the microsurgery quotas that has filled up throughout the world. Whoever they bring in will always be the one factor I cannot control, not until they have come into my domain. Nevertheless, as long as I can control other factors to my favor, this may not be as great a hindrance.

-I am constantly updating my Arcoyears to match up with the technology of the Star Wars’ Project, as best as I can. I know they have begun a prototype for a version 15 of their original machine - code-named “Battle Convoy”, to be used for the most urgent and important of surgeries, capable of bringing in more than a dozen volunteers. I must ensure my Arcoyears are ready to face a fully-completed and functional version of this machine. I will also upgrade my Red Armies’ weapons to reflect this.

-No matter who pilots and what comes in here when I make my move, I must make sure Cheol is not among them. I do not want Cheol to have any chance to intervene and save girl genius. He must be elsewhere where he cannot be called on. Preferably, on another microsurgery of some kind.

-I must have Aunt Marie on standby to deal with whoever comes in as well. Though I am by now thoroughly convinced of her incompetence, she is still capable of following simple orders, and so I will make sure she will receive orders that are easy to comprehend and follow.

-Most importantly, I do not want to have Cheol-Min to have to see his mother die. I must ensure he is elsewhere, away from his mother. He has no need to watch my handiwork.

I must be quick and unexpected. I must be ready to finish the job, and to get out as fast as possible.

I must bide my time, for just a little longer, to find the right time to strike.



7-4-94xx

Cheol-Min is starting school. Not that he hasn’t been in school for some time, but rather, he will be starting a full-day kindergarten in the local base school. He’s so excited to begin learning in earnest. He’s much like his mother, even though he isn’t a cyborg. He’s very smart and curious and likes reading.

This is

This is good. He will be away from his mother for hours at a time. He will be happy where he is, when the time comes.


7-7-10xxx

Cheol just received a special assignment. The president of the country has just collapsed during a round of sensitive peace talks, and they believe it is a particularly aggressive form of brain cancer, undetected until now. The surgery requires someone with experience and the understanding that they will be operating for hours, if not days, to eradicate the disease. The world is watching this surgery; if he dies now, the balance of power in the region will shift irrevocably.

Cheol-Min kissed his papa goodbye before he left, and now, he is being dropped off at school. He kisses his mother gently, before he is led away by an escort. Now, she is going into the living room to read a book, while guards stand watch outside.

I have been waiting for this moment. The Red Armies have their orders, and I am suiting up to lead. I am excited, but nervous.

I can’t delay anymore. It’s time to act.



12-7-10xxx

As expected. The girl genius collapsed, and was not found in time before she slipped into a coma. Her immune system is failing; the White Armies stand no chance of recuperating at this point. In response to my attack, they have sent their “Battle Convoy” in here, with a group of 15 individuals from other realities. They tried to breach my defenses and stop me. They are now prisoners in my keep, and the Star Wars’ precious Diatron machine is a pile of scrap.

I am on my way to wipe out all remaining defenses, including the garrison of priests in the Neutral Zone. I have placed the prisoners into Aunt Marie’s hands. She has a very simple order to follow: kill the prisoners. Even she cannot screw that up. I’m certain of it.

It’s only a matter of time before this is all over - and I will at last be free.

[theserpentsmiles]

[This is all very

something.

The writer is referring to Marie as an aunt. That must mean it's Halley. Fifteen individuals from other worlds, prisoners, to be killed by Marie...that's them. "This universe" really is a woman - Ivy, that was her name, right? And her death will be its end. Pregnancy, a baby, that factors in....he's struggling to comprehend the human body as a universe but that's beside the point for now.

He carefully rereads everything several times to take note of all the details. Now, then - is there anything else here?]

[strangerpeople]

[ Nothing else here! You found everything!

Don't forget to turn in your evidence and if you have any questions, let us know!]