Got somethin' needs made? Or unmade? I can take 'em apart as fast as I put them together, sometimes faster. Or is it the other way 'round? I've had an idea just now for a spinning device that - oh, yes, my name is Isla. I'm an engineer. Welcome.
The Boss? Oof, it's inefficient to ask about the Boss. Believe me. You'll go round and round, a spinning gear 'na machine made of secret parts. The one thing you should never rely on is a mechanism you don't understand. It's liable to implode, or
explode. Neither is pretty when your arse is sittin' upon it hopin' to fly somewhere. The Boss put in an order for an air-sail once, for a job. Impossible, I told Kurai. Turned out it worked! It just didn't go with the poor sod we hired. It stayed with us in flames while he took to the skies. He achieved a perfect parabolic arc right onto the tower we were aiming for. Survived the trip, too, judgin' by the screaming. But getting back down? Oof, the Boss never ordered a falling machine. That's on him. Gotta think things through, mind you!
You want to work with me? I didn't realize we were that close. This is fantastic! I'll need a partner to retrieve my early prototypes from the hands of the Templars. I made a series of precursor contraptions before I was exiled that would have led to some of my greatest achievements. If you can imagine it, my inventions could have done it... eventually. I didn't realise who I was working for until it was too late. They seized my prototypes and exiled me for the damage I caused in the process of building them. What's a few implosions in the pursuit of progress? Or maybe it was the sea tide of acid... or the glowing rock that made people sick... oh, yes. Care to help me steal those prototypes back?
My inventions! My babies! I missed them so much. I would never have found the proper materials to recreate them here on Wraeclast, not with all the horrific creatures roaming about. Thank you, Exile!
As I studied the prototypes you helped me retrieve, I realized that they'd already been examined... by someone else. The Templars must have lied about declaring my work heretical. They're trying to build them for their own gain! I cannot imagine what disaster they'll bring upon us if they manage to do so.
We already have the prototypes, so now we must steal the designs they created based on them. We'll need to steal the blueprints for my Extreme Warmth Beam, my Storm Wooing Rod... hmm, the Mind Sublimator... and the Unbreakable, of course! I don't claim to be the most imaginative namer, but it is what it is. They're all related, eventually intended to be part of one single superweapon, so the designs should all be in one place. Let's go retrieve those blueprints!
We did it, Exile, at least in part. The designs for the Unbreakable were missing... I fear that they may have begun construction on it. If they complete the Unbreakable, we'll never be able to... break it. Science deserves better masters than the Templars!
Breaking the Unbreakable
My instruments have started going haywire. I believe the Templar have managed to build the Unbreakable,
my greatest achievement. Normally, I would be thrilled at seeing my work given life, but I have a feeling the Unbreakable will be used against us, not for us. It's time to do some deconstruction. You're good at smashing things, yes? Then perhaps you can break the Unbreakable.
The Unbreakable has been broken. You know what that means, don't you?
The Templar didn't build it right. I'll have to continue my work to prove it can be done!
Stop, in the name of science!
My baby... my proudest work... Wait! I still have the blueprints! Let's go, Exile!
My mental gears are already turning!
Creative solutions on the fly!
Long as I can bring my gadgets.
Did someone say my name?
Just tell me where to build!
A simple solution!
Just a matter of math!
Hardly a hurdle!
The axles and the gears go 'round and 'round...
You put the axle in, you take the ball-bearing out...
Sometimes there's an elegant solution... sometimes.
I've got just the contraption for this!
Leave it to your engineer.
Carry the seven...
Such awful racket!
Must go faster, must go faster.
Can't think with all that racket!
You can't rush engineering!
I'll do what I can!
Time to take it apart!
Let's throw a wrench in the works.
Construction, deconstruction... it's all the same, in the end.
A beautiful design. A shame I have to wreck it.
Traps are the arse end of engineering. No artisanship.
The fun part!
Careful and quick!
I'm just going to smack it with a wrench!
Poor parts, bad craftsmanship!
I can't even hear myself think!
Open your mind...
Empty-headed, that one.
The mind is just another system of gears.
Your mental machinery is mine to mould!
Statistically, this should work.
Too loud to think!
Can't rush this!
Let's hope this works!
Bloody racket, can't think!
I'll do my best!
Just a moment.
A moment please.
I'm in the middle of something.
I'm engaged already.
One job at a time!
I'm on the job already!
Don't deviate from the plan!
Machines have a limit!
I can't, I can't!
They're touching me!
Aren't you supposed to defend your engineer?!
They're in my personal space!
I can't think when I'm under attack!
Get them away from me!
They're going to deconstruct me!
Personal space, personal space!
This plan is crumbling!
We've been sighted!
Oh my, someone must do the fighting now.
I hope you don't expect me to fight.
A better plan would have avoided this.
Not good. Not good at all!
Don't let them touch me!
The jig's up!
Consarn it, a fight's on!
Zooterkins, here comes a beating!
Their strategy was incorrect.
They made a tactical error.
They should have thought this through.
Continue with the plan!
No time to waste!
Must get back on schedule!
That'll fund a few inventions.
If they cannot prevent us from taking it, it is ours.
A good plan reaps its own rewards.
Don't deviate too much.
I believe they call that loot.
Treasure. Check. Keep moving.
The plan was to get treasure before the alarm!
Now's not the time for looting!
We get nothing if the plan fails!
Why are you doing that now?!
We're at the limits of our plan now.
This clock is on the verge of chiming...
We can afford no more unanticipated variables.
We will be detected if we are not careful.
The clock chimes at the appointed hour!
According to plan.
Right on cue.
I don't like surprises!
This wasn't the plan!
Our design appears to have been flawed!
Flawless execution... so far.
Phase one complete. Acquire the treasure.
Remember, this is only the midpoint.
From the blueprints, I thought it'd be bigger.
I haven't even used half my contraptions yet!
Accelerate the plan!
Apex of the plan accomplished. Now, to survive!
Phase two begins now!
Oh, that's it? Hmm.
I recommend flight!
Time to flee!
Got it? Let's go!
A strong plan is the best path to success.
We can account for all the variables. No deviating!
I hope I get to use my contraptions.
Is this the part where we make nervous small talk?
You do know what you're doing, yes?
The real treasure is the knowledge we gleaned along the way!
Does this mean we're friends now?
Is this the part where we make relieved small talk?
Plan, execute, success! I love logic!
This has inspired an idea for a new invention!