Cable Whitewall, the smartest man on sea and land; even beating Vegapunk with his intelligence. Well, at least that is what he would tell and lead you to believe. An inventor of many things; his most prized and greatest invention being a Caster Gun and his Caster Loads... and that is what got him into some problems.

For quite a while Cable was inventing things and selling them, things like: Toys for kids, Stuff that helped with housework, and weapons that he sold either legally or not. Word spread quickly and soon he was inventing more and more, bringing money in for his wife and two kids (a boy and girl). The family could eat, play, and not really worry about too much.

Out of the blue, midday, a banging was heard on the front door. Just as his hand met the knob, it was kicked in sending his body flying through the air. Screams of his kids and his wife yelling "Why are you here?!" Split through the house. With blurred vision, Cable tried to see who it was... Pirates? A deal gone bad? Then he finally seen them, the Government. He was tied and dragged to the basement, the last time he would ever hear or see his wife and kids; though that was not known at the time.

The clanking of metal parts being thrown into the cement walls of the basement would ring through his head along with questions like "What is this for?" "Why have you been making these?" "When does the Government get their cut of the illegal sales?" As they went through his inventions. His heart twisted inside of his chest... His inventions being destroyed. The caster gun was put in front of his face, along with other barrels. "You will work for us and keep your family safe, or you and your family die right now." A deep voiced man sounded off. Cable nodded, his answer was obvious: work for them.

Though the ultimatum was ridiculous, the work was fun. He got to do what he loved, create gadgets! But, he didnt get to see his family. He kept asking and asking, but it was only answered with threats. They put him in a room, they paid for the material, he worked. The wound of not being able to see his family was slowly being bandaged by inventions and his drinking bit by bit, until the pain went away. Of course, working under Dr. Vegapunk helped, especially when the greatest scientist in the world was impressed, and made it clear that he was impressed, by the caster gun.

One night, Cable was wakened by a whisper and a small tapping on the door. He opened the door, and was quickly pushed in by a person in a lab coat. A hand covered Cables mouth and a voice quietly shushed him and said "Quiet, I need to tell you something, this is important to you!". A picture of Cables family was held out as an offering of peace. As his nerves calmed, the inventor grabbed the picture and stared at each one of their faces, a tear streaming down his face. "Thats from your house, Cable. You have been on our radar for quite some time now." The person smiled and nodded, a hand resting on his shoulder. "We have seen your inventions, the ones that you have made in here and the ones that you were making at home. Which is why I am here". Tons of thoughts ran through Cables head: Who is this person? Why do they have a picture of my family? Why were they at his house? Where is his family? How are they? Healthy? "You need to work with us, Cable. These people are no good. They do what they want, when they want. Kill, steal, and destroy peoples houses, families, livelyhoods. Even yours." The man said, breaking Cables thoughts. "I know, but they are feeding me and I get to do what I lo-" He was quickly cut off from talking by the mans voice. "They killed your wife and your kids the day they broke down your door. Right after they dragged you off." This shocked Cable of course, making him dig into his pocket and take a swig from a flask. Even this didnt bring him into real life. "You need to get out of here, I can help you. Not only can I help you, you can help us: the Revolutionary Army." Cable nodded, agreeing, but his only thoughts were of his dead family.

"Here we are!" The same person that got him out of the Government said excitedly. "We have metal! Electric! Technology! Guns! And... What else do gadgeteers need? Oh yeah! SCREWS!!" It had been a few weeks that he has been out of the Government, now, and even though he loved his family, his hatred of the government was growing even bigger. "Thanks... For helping me." Cable said with an odd look in his eyes. They were filled with hatred and obsession. His head seemed to get bigger, this started when Vegapunk complimented him on the gun. "Oh, by the way. Heres this." The Caster Gun was tossed into the air, and was caught by Cable. "We picked that up at your house too... Y'know, if it wasnt in a safe... You probably could have done some crazy stuff to them with that gun. Well anyways, get crafting. And remember, the stuff you make makes our job easier when it comes to handling the government."

Cable loved this job even more, a lot of things were being satisfied. He was able to create, destroy the ones who killed his family. He was talked about, his confidence grew to probably an unhealthy level. Soon he started to think he was the smartest person on the planet, outsmarting Vegapunk and that filthy government. Nobody was better... Not even the Revolutionary Army. In fact, they were being quite slow on taking down the Government, which led to him wanting out. To be on his own... Well, being on his own would be ridiculous. One man verses the Government? Impossible. He would need people to help him reach the goal, there is no other way. Plans started filling his thoughts now, how to escape and where to go. The only people that seemed to be driven towards certain goals like him were ones that needed his weapons... The illegal ones. Pirates...

He started to slow down on his production of gadgets, this being part of the plan. And it was quickly noticed by the Army since they used everything he invented. "What is the problem?" He was asked. "I need to get out of here for a bit, maybe a week at most. Ill teach someone to make what you have now so you wont be without." He told the higher-ups, and they agreed to this. A month later, Cable left, never to be seen again, a note was left behind in his desk, found by the person he trained. "I will take down the government on my own, since it seems like I am the only one with the intelligence to do it."