The Original

@, (During your post) When Sapphire requested Cyril release the bits of what remained, he piled them into the corner where they would be least disturbed. He felt a bit guilty at the comment on the radio, but he did not expect the hug at all. Even though she did mention it earlier, it made him blush a little. It's harder to see Cyril blush, considering it just makes his already dark purple coat a slightly darker shade. Yes, it was a short and friendly-pity hug, but it meant a lot to him. Cyril was only slightly surprised at the appeared armor, as it wasn't exactly the kind of armor he expected her to summon. "Beautiful..." was all he could mutter before he moved in his newly formed armor. It seems to meld with his skin, but that was only due to it's summoning. He acknowledged the movement towards the gate room, where Lightning said to meet him. "Let's hope that this issue can be easily resolved... and thanks for the hug..." he added quickly.

Cyril took a second to look at Sapphire. Why was she all of a sudden in such a new mood? It's not like she really was concerned about him... right? Nonetheless, the offer took him off guard and a bit speechless. He never had any ponies asking if he needed help, or wanted anything. Though, he never really was in situations like this. "I-... i'll..." Cyril's eyes began to water, but he pushed away the tears and wiped his eyes with his forearm. "I will be alright... Just need to get over it. She was just a VI anyways. She didn't have any real feelings..." his words came out sheared and inside quick breaths. "I just wish I could see my sister right now. She always knows how to cheer me up." Cyril watched Lightning storm (GET IT?) off down the corridors. At the note of Sapphire's armor, he noticed that he was almost alone when it came to protection. Each of the main ponies on this ship had some form of external protection. Cyril, however, did not know much on defensive magic. He was always more of a pony who tended towards offensive or utility magics. "Is there anything I can wear for protection, Sapphire?"

Cyril was unmoved Lightning's incursion. He stopped in his tracks to stare lowly at him for a bit. "It's the remains of Mir... The ship took her from me." Cyril continued past Lightning towars his room. Or at least, towards the area in which he believe the room he took was. He didn't have time to talk. He just wanted to bury MIRVI somehow, because he knew there was no fixing her. He had a magical spirit bond with Mir, and now she was gone.

Cyril laughed hysterically. The whole moment was getting to him. He couldn't cope with the fact that Sapphire was being so unreasonably depressed and upset. "Why did I melt them? Oh, I do not know. Why is Sapphire so set on not doing anything? Because two of her ideas got shot down? I'm sorry, but I am too set off by all of this right now. I need to go calm down. If you wan the ponies to be informed, you do it." With that, Cyril walked off out and to his room. Without Mir to guide him, he didn't have as good a sense to where he was going. Gah, what am I doing... The one time I am assigned a job... I have to get partnered with the most beautiful yet depressed mare on this entire ship. Cyril having conflicts with himself got lost in the hallways. He could not find his room, and ended up somewhere deeper into the ship's engineering section. He sensed dead magic, and couldn't help but pursue the origin of it. About ten minutes into his searching, he found the remains of... "Great Celestia... no. Please no..." Cyril fell to his haunches, scanning over the bits and ashes of his former droid. "Maybe her memory data core... maybe I could see what happened..." Cyril dug through the piles of ash and metal hunks to finally find the core. Thankfully, it was heavily protected with magic and strong metal compounds. It was the one thing Cyril would want most if MIRVI would be destroyed somehow. He magically twisted open the casing and pulled out a chip, plugging it into an exterior magic projection slot. A small image of the last half an hour of MIRVI's memory appeared, starting at the earliest. It was a bit before Cyril sent her off, so he fast forwarded about twenty minutes. At about the twenty seven minute mark, a metallic voice resounded, but was in another tongue. A few more times it sounded, increasingly aggressive. After the third call, Mir was quickly vaporized by some sort of beam. Unknown in structure, it seemed to come right out of the wall. Cyril looked up from the projection to find some sort of nozzle as to where the bolt came from, but to no avail. "Blast it all... I can not believe this happened to you... You promised me you would-... you would-..." Cyril choked on his words, hardly containing the emotion he felt. Somehow, he kept all but a single tear from releasing. "I'll fix this..." he breathed out shakily. He stood back up, taking all of the parts into his magic and continuing his search back the way he came to find his room.

Cyril was conflicted onto what to do now. He could either give up and use the radio, or... "No. You're not getting away that easily." Cyril grabbed both of their radios in his magic and destroyed them, melting them into one pool of melted metals and electronics. They quickly cooled under the same magical power. "I don't care if its faster OR easier. I want you to come with me and tell each pony. Besides, the radio would only transmit on one frequency at a time. I don't think everypony is on that frequency." Cyril walked to the doorway, motioning for Sapphire to follow him. "Come with me."

Cyril laughed, but not out of humor. "You see? That was a great idea. I think it's perfect. However, we still need to gather them into one room. I need your help telling each pony in ship to meet in the gate room. Are you up to that?" Cyril was at his last means to get her to go and be happy. If this didn't work, he didn't know what to do.

Cyril frowned and sighed deeply. "You're not a tool. You have many purposes and uses other than what you're trained for. You are a pony. You're not the only one making mistakes, but you are making very public mistakes. I've made mistakes in the past. Everypony has. Scarlett has made some, Lightning has made some. I think Amber and whatsherbucket getting together is a constant mistake, but that's only because they wont stop for two minutes to actually work and pay attention. They're attached by the flank as it seems. They may just weigh us down in fact. But you can help me. We need to get this danger situation publicized. Will you help me? I want your help, and I need ideas as to how to tell them. I'm begging you..." Cyril how down on his knees, looking up at her perfect purple eyes. "You have the makings of greatness... I know it. You just need to get it out in the open" he said softly to her.

@, Cyril smiled. She didn't see what potential she had. "Do you want to know what my favorite sage old saying is? Of course you do. It goes: One can never learn from their mistakes if they do not make any. It essentially means that if you do not mess up now, while it doesn't mean much and you can learn from it, you will mess up later on and it will be a lot worse. Learn. That's what making mistakes is about. Not feeling depressed and useless. Look at the bright side, you aren't being rude or bossy anymore. That's a good thing." Cyril stepped a little closer, hushing his voice to a lower tone. "And if anything, i like a mare who can learn from her mistakes." Cyril smirked and backed into his original position. He sighed lightly and shook his head. "But, if you do not get up and get out here to help me, it only tells me that you do not actually want to help. Will you, please? I need you." He tried his best to bring her moods up, anything to cheer her out of her funk. She wasn't worthless. She would never be worthless.

Cyril frowned upon hearing this. Suicidal? It seemed unlike her, but being stripped of command seemed a bit just. "Trust me, there's nothing to suicide over at the moment. You can help, you can keep ponies alive. Why take one life away when you can keep twenty?" He tried his best to raise her mood up. She really was a stunning mare. While she did have some interesting colors, her eyes really kept his attention. Her eyes are the most beautiful purple... and her mane is a wonderful mix... Hmm. I'd call her statistically attractive. Cyril couldn't keep his eyes off of her more appealing features. "Look, even if you simply go in there with me, i'm sure your appearance alone could make the ponies calm down in this situation. They would be a bit distracted at the least..." Cyril was almost lost in what he was saying. Normally, he wasn't so susceptible to good looks.

Cyril turned towards the mare, noting her as the one who was always aggressive or sad, and tended to try and boss others around. Fun. Cyril has had enough of ponies like this back in MIT. "Well, it's you and I now. Most ponies are likely to be in their rooms. Don't suppose there is an intercom or anything on this ship? It's doubtful. Let us look for that first. If there is none, we will just try and get everypony to meet in the gate room for a debriefing. Sound like a plan?" While he formed a question, he really was looking for a simple nod or one word response. Perhaps just a reaction even. The mare did not seem of best moods. "Or... Perhaps it would be best to be formally acquainted first? It is helpful when I'm on at least a last name basis. First name preferably. However, I am Cyril Coltefeller. Magical Instutute of Technology masters graduate. I specialize in the general modern application of magic in today's equipment. And you are?" He gestured his hoof towards her in a gentlecoltly manner. If he was going to get ponies to like him, whether it be politically or friendly, he needed to start as soon as possible.

"Lightning, Mir has made it very, perfectly, crystal, exclusively clear... That the generators will be of no use to us. They are incompatible with the ship" he said, only half flanking his acting to try and seem downtrodden. "However... I reason that the ship must have a mechanism which replenishes its own energy. Why would a ship this big run on an nonrenewable resource? It would be wasteful! No. I believe this ship draws energy from stars... An interesting concept. Very advanced... I can only hope I am right though." Cyril was lost in thought, wondering what number of applications such technology could apply to. "Mir, try and find where the input for this direct solar energy is located, if any. If inconclusive, return as soon as possible." Mir immediately whisked away down the halls and corridors to find the requested site. It's internal maps suggested engineering first, and then core, engines, and outward. If nothing was found, or if nothing could be found, Mir would cancel her request. "You see, solar panels would be ineffective to power a ship of this magnitude... Too simple too. I don't think a ship AI would care much about whose on the ship. If it is smart in any way, it would see we mean it no hard. Only its betterment. But, pulling energy from a star... we wouldn't be allowed too close..." Cyril stopped for a long moment. He quizzed himself, how would one use the energy of the sun, without being cooked to a crisp? "...A solar flare... Scarlett is genius. Be in a position to harness that outburst..." Cyril stopped himself. When it came to science, he often did this. Ramble on and then catch himself. "Sorry... If i'm correct, we've nothing to worry about. If not... we'll surely be cooked alive."

Cyril finally had Mir organize all the boxes of generator parts into one pile. "So, Mir. Will these generators be enough to recharge the ship's battery?" he quizzed her, hoping for some mathematical input. What returned was completely unexpected. "Cyril, these generators are not compatible with the ship's input, core, or power source. To make it easier to understand, I will summari-" "MIRVI! Are you telling me that we searched and piled this up for nothing?" The droid processed the statement before turning ever so slight and irritatingly towards Cyril. "Yes, that's exactly what i'm telling you." Cyril didn't even react, he just started walking towards where the rest of the group was stationed. @@1Bit,@@Unicorncob, @, @@Ethan Sawyer, Upon arrival, the general atmosphere was... well, confusing to Cyril. "Everypony, what's going o-" he was cut off by the sensor readings, curious as to what they had found. Mir quickly scanned the data and stopped Cyril before he could get lost in the technology. "Sir, the ship is on a direct course towards a luminosity level III star. I recommend figuring a solution for evading this obstacle." "Oh. A blue giant... Well, that's a problem. Have any of you figured a way out of this yet?" he inquired, directing himself towards the others in the room.

@@Mario3D13, Cyril took note of the sudden darkness, but didn't seem to mind. "Mir, emit natural lighting, level 3." Mir's external lights let out a soothing golden white glow after a brief intervention. In addition, he had MIRVI picking up radio signals at all times, and Lightning happened to be sending out a request. "Mir, open a channel directly back to the source." After a short period, Mir simply whirred over close to Cyril so he could respond. "Ten four, Doc. I'll do what I can, but no promises" he replied, but in a rather light spirited tone. That's odd... I never talk like that... What has gotten into me? Cyril decided the only way he was going to get on the good side of these ponies would be simply to follow them and refrain from any potentially off setting remarks and statements. Cyril trotted down to storage with Mir, hoping her scanners could detect some form of electrical generator. "Good at organizing? In Tartarus does that have to do with finding a generator? It is not like I put all of these boxes here myself" Cyril spoke to himself, hoping Mir might interject with some logical explanation. Regardless, the golden orb stayed silent, aside from the light hum which was constantly emitted from inside the chassis. After approximately 23 boxes were searched, the 24th box contained what looked like a bunch of parts. Want to guess what kind of parts? Parts to assemble a generation. For Celestia sake... I get to put this together now as well? Cyril was never one for assembly of unknown bits a pieces. "Mir, open the channel to Lightning again. Afterwards, keep searching more boxes for potential parts. Perhaps there is more to it than this..." he stated quizzically. MIRVI hummed loudly and emitted a small static noise before continuing with the scans. "Doc, it's Cyril. I found the generat- eh... well... realistically, i found the individual parts for a generator. Hopefully there is more than just one box, but it will be a while before I can get this assembled. ETA, half an hour to an hour. Get comfy." Finally, Cyril had Mir close the channel on his end, but still open to receive.

Cyril stood completely ignored. The only thing that occurred was what seemed like an odd breeze that passed by, which wouldn't normally occur through and air filter. "I will leave you to whatever this is then. Not like I asked a question or anything..." muttering the last bit to himself, Cyril sent off to find another living space. Just down the hallway was a vacant room, or at least unclaimed. "Mir, set up my personal belongings as best you can... Or at least, what is left of my belongings" he sighed out the ending, laying himself onto the bed. The mattress wasn't too comfortable, but it was relief. "Sweet, sweet relief..." he breathed, taking the moment of situation luxury completely in. Cyril looked over at the MIRVI which worked diligently moving things to and from the room and storage. "Mir... You would never hurt me, correct?" "Of course not, sir. I am programmed to obey your every order, protect you from all harm, and give you the occasional compliment. Why do you ask?" she replied slowly. "Just wondering... I don't know. I'm doubting my capabilities..."

@, Cyril huffed and fell upon a very serious face. "If I wanted power, I would have tried to take it already. If you think i'm power hungry, take on the job. Lightning has already decided he should take place organizing this effort, so i'll leave it to him." Cyril knew fully well that the red pegasus would not want his position, not really. Lighting however, would. Still, even after stepping down, nopony wanted to oppose him. Nopony cried out to stop him from stepping down. Cyril knew his place, and some would say he knew it too well. Cyril requested the MIRVI to direct him to a suitable living space so that he might be able to settle down for once. The air was stable, but concerns for food and water were still a problem. "Let's hope somepony was smart enough to drag a damned replicator through the gate before it all went to hell..." he muttered under his breath as he followed directions from the MIRVI. @,@@1Bit, @@Unicorncob, Upon arrival, he found that there were multiple mares already occupying the room. "Oh. My apologies. I did not know anypony was in here..." he excused himself quickly, hoping he wasn't disturbing them. Then he recognized them as the ponies who followed Scarlett nearly everywhere. "Wait... what's going on in here? Is everything alright?" he inquired as sincerely as he could, although he was instead concerned that they were possibly plotting.

Cyril remained unfazed at both Lightnings words and intents. Cyril knew he would have enemies somewhere, he needed to uproot them. "I could have fixed the filters with my eyes closed, thank you very much. Scarlett is no more intelligent than I am when it comes to science. I didn't just obtain Mir, I built it." Cyril took a second to look at each pony here, and now there were a few who would question Cyril's intent. "I said I would take temporary lead until the others saw it suitable to take the role. I'm not trying to be a tyrant or a lord over all. If you want the position, take it. It's yours. If that's what you want. This is democracy after all." Cyril, for a moment, smirked. He knew exactly how to win a group over, at least an ambivalent one. "From the sounds of it though, you're just trying to cause more trouble. You heard me before, so why come up with words such of an argument? I'm not arguing. I want what's best for everypony." A few ponies boo'd Lightning. A few spoke, too. "Cyril wants to help! You just want Scarlett or yourself in control." "Yeah, Cyril isn't commanding, he's organizing. As long as we think he's right and don't suggest otherwise, we technically all voted yes on the decision." Cyril chuckled at the support he received from the others. "They can see it. But I disagree, thinking that you just want power. If you truly see yourself or Scarlett a better organized, take lead, please."

Cyril stood by as all the chaos ensued. He simply shook his head at the end of it, looking at each remaining pony. "I'm speaking for the people here. Sort this out, or you might have renegades on your hooves. Be thankful we aren't in public, or it might have happened already." Cyril huffed and turn tail, trotting back to the gate room. When Cyril returned, a hooffull ponies approached him. "What happened?" "We heard yelling." "You need to stop this!" Cyril was visibly emotionless to the situation. "Nothing to worry about, everypony. They're having personal quarrels which dont concern anypony else. I'm stepping in as temporary lead for now, as the others who have the actual authority are simply arguing. But really..." Cyril paused to levitate a box to the middle of the room. Cyril climbed atop the crate and amplified his voice through MIRVI. "Who here really IS in charge? What is authority without power to back it up? The mare we currently call leader, Scarlett, is backed up by no more than three or some ponies. Is this leadership? Is this a pony you would look up to? Aside from fix the filters, what has she done? It was a joint effort, we all fixed those filters. Did she sit back here with us, healing the sick, fixing the broken that lied helplessly? They pranced around, exploring. They argued over command. There should be no leader, no. There needs to be democracy." Cyril really started to get into what he was saying. He was now the mutinizer. His speech not only dragged the attention of all in the room, it raised some cheers of agreement. There were few who opposed. "If you would let me, I would be the spokesperson for this democracy. If any pony feels the have their own right to try for the position, speak now." Cyril looked around the room, hoping at least one pony would oppose him for the position. Not one hoof moved. "We're with you!" One pony shouted. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You're with each other. This is a group effort! If we're to survive, we need each other, hoof in hoof!" The statement granted Cyril a few more whoops of agreement. "If the others wish to join in, or possible one take over, and we all see them fit to do so, we should permit them. This is not about excluding them, but organizing ourselves. We need to get things done! I suggest starting with securing suitable living space aboard this ship. If we're going to be here for a while, we need each pony to have ready access to every day needs. Anypony may work on any thing, as long as everypony works and everything gets done. If you do not work, you should not receive the benefits! This is a life or death situation. You work, and life is your paycheck. Spend it well, I suggest." Cyril stepped down from the crate and returned it to its previous placement. "First, let's organize this room neatly so that all equipment may be easily accessed when needed. Afterwards, sort out living spaces. Privacy is of least concern aboard this ship. If it's required, make accommodations for those ponies who need it. If any pony wishes to argue this decisions, do speak now" he urged. Nopony opposed him, as most agreed with the ideas. Those that did were either too lazy or too scared to speak up against him.

Cyril stood visibly annoyed. He always hated when his words were twisted, especially since he didn't say she wasn't a good leader. "I did not mean you are not suited to lead, and I never meant to imply such. I'm afraid the ponies themselves are saying otherwise. Prove them wrong. The only one so far who has given them aid is Sapphire, but she has her anger management issues. While I understand that some ponies are more valuable to our current situation, each and every one of the ponies here and anywhere have thoughts, feelings, and opinions." Cyril let out a sigh out of stress. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten into all of it. "Look... My intent isn't to irritate or upset, but to raise awareness. I want what is best for every pony. If you believe I am out of line, I will leave." Cyril stood tall, hoping he wouldn't be sent off. He had genuine concerns.

(Phone post) Cyril looked briefly at each pony attending and turned to MIRVI. "Mir, I want you to read the notes you took titled 'Ship Conversations', please. Out loud." MIRVI contracted a series of buzzes, similar to a new computer starting up for the first time. It spoke with slight variation in tone, emphasizing important parts of the notes. It was hard to tell if it was a male or female by voice, as Cyril tried his hardest to make it ungendered. It sounded like a matured child almost. "Ponies aboard the ship titled 'Destiny' have conversed in varyingly mutinous tones. Considerably dangerous to all staff authority or commanding personnel. Other ponies converse of the dangers and fears of the current situation. While the filtrating air has settled them adequately, new problems are assured to arise. Action is advised to avoid a possible uprising. Estimated time is two days if recently noted behavior continues. These notes are in no way made to offend, insult, segregate, or enact harm unto anypony who might come upon them." With the end of the notes, MIRVI whirred around to Cyril's other side and floated patiently. Cyril cleared his throat, feeling rather sheepish. "As the notes said, I don't mean to insult, only out the facts. We need a real leader. Scarlett, you're a wonderful scientist I'm sure, but I've come to a cold conclusion that you're not the most fit out of all ponies here to lead. Even Sapphire here lacks many qualities which, according to Mir, a leader should have." Cyril shifted his weight and took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't be strangled at any moment. "I would say make me leader, but I think that is rather greedy. Also, I tend to... Well, disregard feelings of others. That automatically disqualifies me." Cyril took a quick look at all of the ponies. If anything, Cyril wasnt a pony person. He was better with machines and science over anything. "I don't know much of the personal events which have ensued out of public sight, but those need to also fall into consideration" he stated as plainly as he could. Cyril turned slightly to see the mare couple in the doorway, glancing only briefly before turning back to the others.

Cyril was one of many ponies who assisted in the transportation of the calcite-sand compound into the ship, Destiny. Cyril had been taking notes with the assistance of a VI who existed inside one of Cyril's creations. The Mk. I Rel-x VI droid, or MIRVI, was a powerful assistant, but not much of a companion. MIRVI was essentially a sphere, but 'a sphere' did not adequately describe the pure science of it. MIRVI was a magically levitated multifunctional assistant which obeyed only Cyril. It was bound to follow a microchip which he implanted in his watch. Cyril tended to simply call it Mir. It was a well crafted work, yes, but it had it's own flaws. It's dulled, golden yellow metal plating had sand all over it, prompting Cyril to give it a quick wipe down with his magic. You know, I should have included some sort of self cleaning... This is getting tiresome. Cyril did his best in transporting as much sand into the right places, but ponies had been rather frantic as of late. Cyril took note of the discussions and whispers which haunted the halls and the gate room. Some spoke of the incompetence of the staff, and others were simply scared for their lives. Cyril made sure MIRVI took digital notes for later use on these conversations. Cyril was directed to take the calcite from the separation machine down to engineering, which would then be put into air filtration mechanisms. @, Cyril approached the red pegasus and bowed quickly. He had noticed his presence among the other authorities, so he assumed he was with them. ​"Sir, I've been sent to collect the calcite and take it to engineering. They told me to tell you, keep up the good work." As soon as he got there, he left with the containers of calcite in his magical grasp. It was a short journey to engineering. Cyril had taken time upon arrival of Destiny to have MIRVI create a map of the ship based on the movements and vibrations created by the other ponies on board. It was inaccurate in some places, but it wouldn't be long before the blanks were filled. @@Mario3D13,@, Once Cyril arrived at the engineering room, he carefully set the containers of calcite down on the dull plated flood, emitting a swift pumf from landing. He noticed the vibrantly colored ponies before him as one crystal pony, and one pegasus who had been spotted with the other authorities, such as Scarlett. "Calcite from processing, sir" he uttered, and quickly bowed. "I've means to talk to the leader here, Scarlett. Do you know where I might find her? It's rather disturbing news. Unless, of course, I've been mislead and Scarlett is not the leader of this operation."

I've been wanting to get a drawing of a scene from the backstory of my OC, Cyril Coltefeller, ever since I revised him. In his backstory, he demonstrates the first ever digital watch, invented by him, to the princesses and Twilight. They are in the throne room in the Canterlot Castle. I want it drawn from the princesses chair point of view, looking at Cyril standing center of the room. He would have a serious face, holding up the black and silver watch for easy visibility. The exact details of the watch are irrelevant as long as it is digital. If any more information is needed, I will be glad to try and do my best in providing it. The link to his page is in my signature. If the artist also wishes to create a cleaner and updated version of my other OC, Fierasil, that would be much appreciated, but i'm not putting that as a requirement. Same pose, just cleaner looking and better proportioned.