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pookabox2013-10-30 10:09 pm
dragonconqueror) wrote in pookabox2013-10-30 10:09 pm
our underworld isn't filled with fear (steampunk AU for 2cool4guardian)
[Tsar Lunar had been a world renowned mechanical genius, albeit a bit of a madman. The man had kept himself alive, experimenting on himself and replacing parts of his body with robotic versions of his living organs that were slowly dying. A clockwork heart here, a copper limb there, disguised as fleshy as the remaining parts. Obsessed with living forever, the man kidnapped youth off the streets, promising them a better life than the one the world had given them to start with, then once he had their trust he took them down to his secret lab. Bionicle humans were in high demand in the black market, and kids that nobody would miss...well, he wouldn't be in trouble with the law.
Until the last head of police retired - a rich, corrupted man - and Stoick Haddock had stepped in.
Stoick was a man who wouldn't be swayed by a measly bit if silence money, even if he was only supporting his son, as his wife had died while the boy was young. The warrant to search Tsar Lunar's house from top to bottom wound up exposing his laboratory and experiments. Tsar Lunar was sentenced to execution by the chair, fittingly ironic all things considered, once his victims attested to his crimes. But he left a riddle, as his last words.
And so the world spun on.
Stoick's son, Hamish "Hiccup" Haddock was a brilliant young lad, with an intelligent mind for a boy from such a brutish family. Excellent in all his grades, he passed college at the tender age of seventeen and moved out on his own to begin his own field of work. Stark Industries had given him the opportunity to have an internship, with the access to everything that he needed.
Little did Stoick know, his son was following in the Tsar's footsteps. Hiccup began experimenting, finding old relics of synthetic androids like the ones the Tsar invented, and slowly became huge in the black market. People were paying top dollar for copper and brass robots the likes of which hadn't been seen since Tsar Lunar, with the prices going well into the millions. Hiccup invested in a small property on the outskirts of the city, built on top of a laboratory so that he may continue doing his work in peace.
For you see, Hiccup was obsessed with figuring out the madman's last words, the meaning behind them. And here he was, right now, in an uncharted area of the old man's abandoned lab, at the ripe young age of twenty three. Punching the numbers into the side panel - the Tsar had given them like start coordinates, confusing everyone who had ever tried...except for Hiccup.
The young man lifted his lantern, watching the panel before him slide back, dust that had collected over the years falling off in a floof of air, and he sucked in a breath, inhaling at the sight before him. An unfinished synthetic, looking to be about sixteen, white hair falling over his far. The glass cabinet made it look like he was Sleeping Beauty, and Hiccup pulled a ragged old cloth from his tool belt, wiping away the grime.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, breathtaking...he couldn't wait to hear him speak, if the Tsar's journals were to be believed.
Hiccup felt as though he'd just discovered Atlantis.]
Until the last head of police retired - a rich, corrupted man - and Stoick Haddock had stepped in.
Stoick was a man who wouldn't be swayed by a measly bit if silence money, even if he was only supporting his son, as his wife had died while the boy was young. The warrant to search Tsar Lunar's house from top to bottom wound up exposing his laboratory and experiments. Tsar Lunar was sentenced to execution by the chair, fittingly ironic all things considered, once his victims attested to his crimes. But he left a riddle, as his last words.
And so the world spun on.
Stoick's son, Hamish "Hiccup" Haddock was a brilliant young lad, with an intelligent mind for a boy from such a brutish family. Excellent in all his grades, he passed college at the tender age of seventeen and moved out on his own to begin his own field of work. Stark Industries had given him the opportunity to have an internship, with the access to everything that he needed.
Little did Stoick know, his son was following in the Tsar's footsteps. Hiccup began experimenting, finding old relics of synthetic androids like the ones the Tsar invented, and slowly became huge in the black market. People were paying top dollar for copper and brass robots the likes of which hadn't been seen since Tsar Lunar, with the prices going well into the millions. Hiccup invested in a small property on the outskirts of the city, built on top of a laboratory so that he may continue doing his work in peace.
For you see, Hiccup was obsessed with figuring out the madman's last words, the meaning behind them. And here he was, right now, in an uncharted area of the old man's abandoned lab, at the ripe young age of twenty three. Punching the numbers into the side panel - the Tsar had given them like start coordinates, confusing everyone who had ever tried...except for Hiccup.
The young man lifted his lantern, watching the panel before him slide back, dust that had collected over the years falling off in a floof of air, and he sucked in a breath, inhaling at the sight before him. An unfinished synthetic, looking to be about sixteen, white hair falling over his far. The glass cabinet made it look like he was Sleeping Beauty, and Hiccup pulled a ragged old cloth from his tool belt, wiping away the grime.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, breathtaking...he couldn't wait to hear him speak, if the Tsar's journals were to be believed.
Hiccup felt as though he'd just discovered Atlantis.]