Collars and Bounties

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:49 pm

Dawn slowly broke over the city of Earthvale, as if the light tried to refuse to bath the putrid underworld of the trade hub, in it's glory. A large number of drunks, with bloodshot eyes, were forcibly removed from the many bars that lined the streets. A number of them were sailors, planetside for only a day or three, come to drink up all their pay or spend it on the possibly infectious company of the resident sex workers. Others were broken down locals, sick of the fear they lived in from the large number of gangs that prowled unopposed in the poor districts. The smallest percentage was those that had drunk themselves into a stupor over some small and fleeting happiness.

An hour or so later, Jason Mahoney angrily slapped at the blaring alarm clock at sat on a small table by his low set bed. For what was the first time in ten years, he had to get up and be somewhere in the morning. Oh sure, he had gotten up earlier then this before but that was because he had to catch someone leaving their safehouse or before they reach an area that he couldn't hunt in. For the first time in his life, he was working for someone other then himself.

After a cold shower and a shave, he pulled on a pair of slightly rumbled blue pants, into which he tucked a new white tee. Over the tee, he pulled a even more rumbled black shirt, with the words Damn Sexy written in red on the back. New dressed, he rummaged around the small kitchenette of his apartment and pulled out a bland tasting powerbar. After shoving his feet into a pair of black sneakers by the door, slinging his carbine over his left shoulder and holstering his pistol, he was down the hall, chewing on the powerbar, more because he needed too, then wanted too.

Down in the parking lot of his complex, sat his motorcycle. It's style would have been easily identified by the twenty-first century biker as a crotchrocket or maybe as a rice-burner. Jason mounted the thing was took off, heading a few blocks over to one of the newer buildings in the city, the official Gray Security headquarters, with an unimaginative gray paint job. If it had been up to him, the box-like, four story, mini fortress would have been painted green or something so bright it hurt to look at the place, just for the laughs.

The gate leading into the place opened automatically, as he approched (responding to a signal being transmitted by the ID card in his pant's pocket), leading him into an underground parking garage. From there, he had to use the ID card he had gotten a few weeks ago when he was escorted in for a physical and the same one that opened the gate, to open a door leading inside the compound (which the owner of Gray Security had bought from one of the many banks in the city, which owned it after another private police company had gone under). A big sign read, "All employees are to report to the main room for orientation", followed by a number of signs with arrows on them.

With a smile, Jason walked through the dully painted hallway, following the arrows until he popped into a very large room, the floor of which was nearly completely covered in chairs. A few other humans lounged in the front seat, barely numbering four in total.

(want to know more or post a character for approval? Well take a look at the OOC thread: collars-and-bounties-ooc-t30232.html )

Aznmafia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aznmafia** on Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:32 pm

Karshek sat in silence in his room.His legs were crossed indian style as he began mumbling a charm of luck on himself.His mind told him he was in the moon's favor.And they wanted to see him achieve a higher goal then dying of old age on his homeworld.His large brown figure towered over almost everything in the room.His species was still new to the republic trade hub as it has only been dated for five years or so.His people had nothing of worth besides a few silver deposits that where hidden under the flowing rivers.Some viewed his people as a war race from their appearance,but they where wrong.Karshek did in fact enjoy combat but to kill without cause would bring dishonor among not only his tribe but his people too.His long slender fingers tapped the button next to his door.The door hissed and his long canine feet made the metalic ground of his apartment complex moan.He weighed around three hundred pounds.And his figure did seem to envoke fear on others.He walked down the long narrow hallways looking for the door.He had recived word that all hunters where suppose to report in.

His sensitive ears picked up every little sound the city made.It was a great change from his natural forest surroundings.The buildings stood like titans over him.Even though he was far larger then humans the city made him feel like a small pup.Karshek did not like driving because humans didn't really have anything he could fit in.Walking relzaxed him,on his world he ran on all fours to get to places quicker.But it was not very formal to do it here.He had been living in the city for a few years now.Yet he still managed to catch the gaze from some people.He was use to it,on his world his people looked at humans the same way.His long brown dreads swung freely as it moved on synch with his step.The bright beads and shells clanked together in his hair.He walked with a confident swag as he made his way to the Grey security head office.He walked past the gates as he nodded to some of the active security members.It took him a long time to understand humans and their language and habits.But it had been interesting to learn something new.He had followed the arrow directions intil he had came upon the main room.His crossbow dangled loosely on his side as he looked around the room at some of their faces.He saw a man named Jason Mahoney,from the looks of his wardrobe he did not seem much like a warrior.The back of his shirt read "Damn Sexy".Karshek had heard the word Sexy before and humans used it as a way to attract one of the opposite or sometime same sex.Karshek gave the room a few sniffs to feel more comofrtable with the scent of the place fresh in his mind.

"You bring work for me?"Karshek asked his native accent thick as ever.

almostinsane · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **almostinsane** on Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:41 am

Joseph yawned as he stretched on the couch. He was rather bored at the moment. Sometimes, he missed being a bounty hunter. There was no one telling him what to do and if he got bored, there was always some scumbag that had a price on his head.

The man looked up to see Karshek and Jason. He respected Jason and the guy was fun to hang around. He was sort of the boss here, though, so he had to follow his orders, which was a bit of a downside. Karshek, he found was an interesting alien. Of course, all aliens were interesting, but some weren't as likable as others. He remembered hunting down a pig-like one that ate sentient beings. That was nasty.

"I'm bored Jason. I hope you're here to give us a job or let me goto that new club down the road. The females are interesting," Joseph said with a smirk.

7achary · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **7achary** on Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:43 pm

Heckler was woken forcefully and manhandled out the door. After a few moments of stumbling through his morning headache he sat on a bench. Vehicles roamed passed, sending a fog into the air that would pollute this planet faster than any nuclear disaster. With every honking horn or screeching brake line a lance of pain shot right behind Heckler's eyes, making it hard to concentrate.

The sound of exhaust being released nearby told him his bench was situated at a public transport station. Looking up through bleary eyes at the people keeping a good distance from the drunk, the military intelligence throwback noticed a small group of punks who were also given a wide berth. People started to board the transport with a dreary mood clinging to their persons, a mood that smelled of oppression.

Using the railing Heckler was able to pull himself up the steps without incident. He shuffled awkwardly towards the back of the bus, getting looks of disgust from the other patrons. After sitting in the back with a seat all to himself he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, getting even more looks.

Ahead on the bus the punks boarded, heading straight for the back. "Yo, get the frak out my seat you smelly drunk!"

Heckler looked up with red rimmed eyes at the supposed leader of this "gang." "I was here first, kid. Bugger off."

"You gonna pay for that, old man." The youth, waving his brightly colored and spiked head wildly, drew a switchblade, his eyes widening as he peered down the barrel aimed at his face.

"Look, kid, go sit somewhere else before you do something you regret."

It was another fifteen minutes before the bus stopped at Gray Sec.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Fri Oct 02, 2009 12:00 am

"Sorry fellas" said Jason, taking a seat, as another dozen people filled into the room for the first day of Gray Security's being open for business, "But I'm just as new here as you."

There was a soft click and a door labeled Company Offices, opened in the middle of the wall that all the chairs were facing, followed by a very official looking person stepping into the large room. If one started from the feet and worked their way up, nothing about this person seemed like a normal, if short human in a fine black suit, until they reach his neck (his hands were clasped behind his back). However, upon viewing the skin of the person's neck, that thought would fade. The visible skin was brownish in color, rough and pebbled in texture. The head atop the neck might have come from a dinosaur from some horrible c-list monster movie.

"Welllllcommme" he said, "Youuu mayyy callll meee Sammmuellll. I ammm thee directorrrr of Emmmployeeee Reeesourcessss. Weee aaaare vvvverry gllladdd tooo haaave eeeach aaaand evvvery one offf youuu aaaaboarrrd onnn thissss hisssstorrric daaaay. Weeee knowww thaaaat mosssst offff youuu haaave worrrked aaaalonnnne beeeeforeee thissss daaaay buuut thaaaat issss aaaat annn enddd. Evvverrrryoneeee willll worrrrk innn teeeamsss offf fourrrr. Affffterrrr a weeeek, weee willll assssssignnn raaanksss, accccordingggg to yourrrr perrrrformmmmanceee. Onnnceee thee teeeeamssss arrrre maaaade annnnd youuuu haaaaave a colllllarrrr to capppptureee, pllllleassssse reeeeporttttt toooo thee loooocker roommmmssss acrossssss thee halllll. Therrrrree willlll beeee a loooocker withhhh yourrrr nameeee ooon iiiit, withhh a uuuuniiiiformmmm*."

"Theee firresst teeam isss" continued Samuel, without pausing for breath and scanning the crowd, "Jaaasson Maaahonnneyyy, Karrrsssheeek, Caaarrrd Heeeckllllerr.....**"

The Antiloger stopped, looking over the assembled persons again and pulled a data pad out from behind his back to look at it, then back at the crowd again with a frown.

"Whheeerrree isss Heeeckllllerr***" he said in a low, disapproving voice.

*Welcome, You may call me Samuel. I am the director of Employee Resources. We are very glad to have each and very one of you aboard on this historic day. We know that most of you have worked alone before this day but that is at an end. Everyone will work in teams of four. After a week, we will assign ranks according to your performance. Once the teams are amde and you have a collar to capture, please reposrt to hte locker rooms across the hall. there will be a locker with your name on it and a uniform.

** The first team is Jason Mahoney, Karshek, Card Heckler...

***Where is Heckler?

jakelovesyuna · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **jakelovesyuna** on Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:00 am

(No one linked to the OOC so i had no idea this was even up)

Jake walked into the offices, his hands full of equipment and important notes that had been hastily written down. Jake laid his stuff down and sighed. I was going to be a stressful few days. Learning everyones names, getting the files together, organising the team files and then taking orders and conveying the to others. Jakes job was not easy. It was stressful and intense, one mistake from him, could cost a lot of lives in return. But Jake was confindent he would be fine. Jake afterall was a tech genius. The company was small and would be able to expand as his skills and the skills of others got better. Right now jake would only realy a few teams at most, but later Jake could be running a department controlling hundreds of teams. That was his dream, and he knew that standing out at this level would be important if he wanted to fufil his goal.

Jake sat at his desk and sighed as he booted up the computers and put on the headsets. The first week was gonig to be hard, with all the new names to learn, plus with no team leaders or ranks, it was going to be difficult to see who should know what. But as long Jake kept his cool he should of been fine. Jake saw the computers boot up and logged on them all, waiting to see who he was going to get to co-ordinate. The thrill and wait were the parts that made Jake happy, he just could not wait and see.

Aznmafia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aznmafia** on Fri Oct 02, 2009 8:52 am

Karshek had to exhaust his english vocabulary to understand anything the odd creature was saying.He noticed the man and his wardrobe and it was obvious he was of a higher class then he.Karshek crossed his arms and listened slowly figuring out all the words.HE looked over his team mates and nodded.His people was a people of honor and loyalty,he had noticed humans greed and lust for things out their power but Karshek just thought it was a flaw in their DNA.He would protect the team with his life and was very excited to get things underway.The man named Heckler was no where to be seen and being late on your first day was just a bad omen of things to come.Karshek pulled out a dry rue barb plant from his waist bag and began gnawing on it.Karshek looked at his large body build.He was not the same size of the others and a uniform would only restrict his flow of movement.Karshek raised his hand and asked his question.He did not like being the center of attention in the room.But the thought of a tight uniform covering his body made him feel uneasy,and embarassed.

"Do uniform go on Karshek too?"He asked loudly.

7achary · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **7achary** on Fri Oct 02, 2009 4:27 pm

The cold water splashed over Heckler's face, giving him a jolt. He snatched a towel from the wall and dried off. Today was going to be a long day. Digging in the pockets of his large brown duster Heckler was able to find a card with a few creds on it. He plugged the card into a vending machine on the wall and a small one-use bottle of cheap cologne popped out.

A woman walking by gave him a look of superiority as he stepped out, the smell of sleazebag wafting out behind him. "Sorry, lady, they were out of Blue Passion."

Rubbing his growth of beard awkwardly, Heckler accosted a receptionist, "Hey, darlin', can you point me in the direction of the recruiting office?"

Never losing her professional cool, "Yes, sir, just down the hall here. Would you like to borrow a tie? I keep a few here for my boss."

"Thank you, babe." Heckler gave her his best half-cocked grin. After accepting the tie he stuffed it under his collar. He looked down at his chest, "Could you?..."

The secretary leaned forward and fixed his tie with a smile , "Good luck."

Heckler nodded and turned down the hall. He heard the sound of some non-humans on the other side of the door as he reached it and rolled his eyes. There was nothing wrong with them, he just had trouble being politically correct. He opened the door and poked his head inside before stepping into full view, giving a wide smile to show that he was harmless. "Sorry I'm late, ran into some trouble on the way here. No wonder you guys are looking for corp cops, these streets are a mess."

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Fri Oct 02, 2009 4:38 pm

Damn. It was undoubtedly the first word that came to Anne Carter’s mind as she was shaken awake at her desk that morning. This was starting to become a habit, and one her boss Lieutenant Ernie Bradford was quite vocally displeased with.

“Good God Carter, you look like hell.” Ernie said half joking, with a smug little grin on his face. He couldn’t help being amused by the gorgeously exotic looking caramel colored eyes that glared up at him.

“What do you want Ernie?” Anne said, though slightly muffled, as she snuggled her head back down on her arms. She needed coffee, badly. She’d pulled her fourth all niter this week, filling out DNA reports on about a dozen rape cases, matching bullets, and most recently, working a murder case of a young girl shot down near the port ship front.

“There’s another one.” Ernie said, his voice much graver, and any humor that might had existed a moment ago was gone. So was the tempting call of sleep.

“When?” Anne asked, rubbing her eyes angrily, knowing exactly what that meant. This was the third one, which meant they’d have to release to the public officially that they wee dealing with a serial killer, a fact the Earthvale police were already quite aware of. That meant a media frenzy, wasted time with public appearances to assure the people they were doing all they could and to lock their windows, and worst of all, copycat killers.

“The coroners are dating sometime between eight and nine last night. They found her near the warehouse district this time. Son of a bitch was kind enough to leave her in one piece for us.” Ernie said with a slight snarl at the end.

“You sure it’s his work then?” Anne asked, almost hopeful it wasn’t.

“No doubt, dark hair, early twenties, folded hands over the chest, it’s his MO. Plus, he left another symbol slashed open on her forehead.” He said sighing. These kinds of cases were always the worst, especially when they had to outsource bounty hunters for any potential arrest. It galled her to have to hand over the satisfaction of arresting the bastard to some gun for hire, but unfortunately the law was the law. Some days, it just sucked to be a cop.

“Still no leads on which planet the symbols originated from?” Anne asked, already knowing the answer, while standing up for a stretch. There investigations department was limited on what kind of languages they knew. There were plenty fluent in modern inter-planetary languages, but these weren’t resonating with any of them.

“No, we might have to get military resources involved soon. They’re database in more extensive than ours, so if nothing matches up soon, we’ll have no choice.” That was enough to put Anne in a bad mood. Military assistance of any kind was more hassle than what is was worth in her opinion, not to mention a pain in the ass.

“Hey, doesn’t your brother work at that new bounty hunter place Grey Security?” Ernie asked.

“Yeah I’m meeting him there later today, why?” Anne replied without a lot of enthusiasm.

“You two still stiff over that fight? I can’t imagine why you’re so huffy, he’s the one who got the black eye.” Ernie said chuckling to himself, though a sharp look quickly diverted his conversation from such dangerous waters. “Maybe there’s someone there who might recognize the language. Our department’s obviously not getting anywhere, so ask around while you’re there.” Ernie said, resuming his authoritative voice.

“Fine, but I’m not sure what help they’ll be this early in the case. Leave the crime scene photos on my desk and I’ll pick them up before I leave. For now, I’ve got a date with a shower.” Anne said complying, while grabbing her car keys, and heading to her apartment.

God this was going to take forever, Tyson Carter thought. He’d hoped that they’d be able to choose their own teams, but he supposed it wasn't a bad idea for company assigned ones either. They were probably trying to balance out the ranks with both seasoned and greenhorn employees, and as much as he hated to admit it, he fell into the latter category.

Tyson looked over at the first two called, noting with a bit of humor that the third had yet to arrive, and gave them each a once over. The first, like him, seemed to have a more laid back approach to this little shindig, but the second on, only a couple feet away, seemed less comfortable, and hard pressed to understand what the voice was saying.

Hearing the question from this Karshek, Tyson gave his a friendly lopsided grin. “Afraid so pal. Gotta bare with them like the rest of us. Maybe they can get one to fit you better though.” Ty offering a possible solution.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Sat Oct 03, 2009 12:16 pm

"Aaaahhh" said Samuel, "Mr. Heeecklller, ssssooo goooood toooo sssssee youuuu. I waaaas jussst assssigning teeeeamssss. Youuuu willll worrrrk withhhh Mr. Maaahonnnney, Kaaarsssshek and Mr. Daaaviiiessss. Weee haaaave ssssellllected a paaair of colllllarssss fooor theee fourrr offff youuuu toooo colllllect, twooo meeen waaanted fooor theee bruuutallll gaaaang rrrrape off Marrry Collllinsss. Theiiir naaaamessss, aaaappeaaaaranceee annnd prooofilessss willll beeee oooon a daaataaaa paaad forrr youuu tooo taaake aaalong withhhh youuu. Goooood lllluck. Ohhhh annd Kaaaarssshek, wee haaave taaakennn connnnssssiderrraaationssss withhh youuuur uniiiforrrm, theeeere shhhoulddd beee nooo difffffiiicultttiessss, I hopppe.*"

The Antiloger pulled a second data pad from his pocket and handed it to a young human male, dark of hair and skin, who didn't look a day older then seventeen. Mr. Davies, as he had been addressed but went by the name of Carl, looked like he had lied about his age in order to get a the job and by the fact that he was almost bouncing with excitement over their first task. As he snatched the pad from the three fingers of the Employee Resources director, Carl positively jumped from his seat and ran back to the assembled trio.

"Nowww" said Samuel, "Theee sssseccccond teeeeam willlll beeee Jooosssephhh Miiitsssve, Tyyyyssson Carrrterrr, Annngussss Buuutlerrrr annnd Errric Tayyyylorrrr. Youuur collllar isss theee killlllerrr in theee Corrrnerrrr Connnvennnienccce Ssstorrre Sssshootingssss.**"

As a data pad was offered to the young Tyson, Jason stood up from his chair and looked over the three other members of 'first team'. He had already written off the kid and the drunk as having anything useful about them. The big on, Karshek on the other hand, gain a thoughtful look and a nod from the former bounty hunter.

"Alright guys" he said in a low voice (and missing his passive attempt to get the data pad from Carl), "Lets hit the lockers."

* Ah Mr. Heckler, so good to see you. I was just assigning teams. You will working with Mr. Mahoney, Karshek and Mr. Davies. We have selected a pair of collars for the four of you to collect, two men wanted for the brutal gang rape of Mary Collins. Their names, appearance and profiles will be on a data pad for you to take along with you. Good luck. Oh and Karshek, we have taken considerations with your uniform, their should be no difficulties, I hope

**Now The second team will be Joseph Mitsve, Tyson Carter, Angus Butler and Eric Taylor. Your collar is the killer in the Corner Convenience Store Shootings

Aznmafia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aznmafia** on Sat Oct 03, 2009 5:17 pm

Karshek was ready for work.Rape was frowned upon in many worlds and culture.If one was caught rapeing the life mate of another male.The rapist would be forced to chop off his own male organ and consume it.This gave fear to even the greatist of warriors.And Karhsek only knew of one person to had gotten the sentence on his world.But Karshek took his heads out the clouds and gave the reptillian creature a respectful bow as he took the data pad.He was also happy to know that he did not need to squeeze in to a uniform.He tapped his crossbow on his waist with his long fingers ready to get started.Friendly competiton was also known in his race.Of course any bounty complete helped the world but alittle friendly competition would do him good.Karshek massive figure stood as a reminder that he was built for combat.His dreadlocks flowed down his shoulders causing his hair beads and shells to click together as he walked towards the lockers.

"May the gods pray for our succuess!"He roared gleefuly.

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:15 pm

Tyson’s ears perked at the name of Mary Collins. It was a case he’d heard his sister talk about the last time they’d talked, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she still checked up on Mary on a daily basis. It wasn’t entirely unlikely they might cross paths; Anne would eat them alive. Tyson looked over at the other group with a cheeky grin on his face, and called out with immense humor; “Hey, good luck, you’ll need it! Oh, if you lot meet up with a pushy brunette, be sure to tell her I said hi!”

Their reptilian employer, then announced his own team, and informed them all of their own assignment. “A multi homicide huh? Should keep us busy.” Tyson said taking the pad offered, looking over the details before passing the pad over to his teammate Angus to look over. “Soooo, any suggestions on where to start? ”

jakelovesyuna · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **jakelovesyuna** on Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:37 am

Jake frowned slightly to himself. He had no idea if someone was going to come and give him his data he needed, or whether he had to go and get it. Being new was hard but this was stupid. Jake just sat back and began to read all of the files on the people in the force. Learning all of their stats off by heart. It paid to know this in the heat of things without actually having to wait for the datapads to load.

Jake looked out once again, still no one. Jake had thought he had been abandoned. So he simply started to turn everything on ready, and make sure all of the data and cases were loaded onto his computers.

Aquila · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aquila** on Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:20 pm

OOC: Sorry for being late. I hope I didn't cause any inconvenience, I only realized the IC thread was up when Irishwolf PM'ed me. A question for Irishwolf, Angus Butler = NPC right?

IC:

Eric Taylor woke with a groan. He woke an hour earlier then he intended, which is already an hour and half earlier then he needs to be in for his first day at Grey Security. However, Eric would dare not go back to sleep in fear of oversleeping and so with a second groan got up from his small bed. As with anyone waking up Eric's senses slowly returned to him. First his hearing and his nose returned to him, which was somewhat pleasant. There were noises coming from outside, a combination of nature and city both waking to a new day. Eric's sense of touch came next, using a combination memory and his hands Eric made his way to the apartment's bathroom. Finally Eric's sight began to focus and he saw himself in the mirror.

He noted he would have to shave and began to undress for his mourning shower. After the shower, and a close shave, Eric dressed in a simple, cheap suit. Figuring he had thirty minutes left Eric opened up his rucksack, a gift from a 'former' comrade and went over his mental check list of what he needed. Most of the space was taken up by the cases that contained his broken down weapons, but other supplies that he found useful when searching for evidence also filled the sack. Eric hoped to make a good first impression and so decided to go in unarmed for the first day. He preferred otherwise, but he didn't want to give the impression he was more soldier then he was investigator. Which he was, but his current comrades didn't need to know that, or did they? A question that had been bugging Eric ever since he took this job on.

An hour and a half later Eric found himself before the Grey Security building and thankful he woke so early. He took public transportation which got delayed several times. All because of several crimes taking place on the bus's route. Which isn't all that uncommon for any society, but Eric still couldn't comprehend the fact that several different crimes just took place around the same location around the same time. Eric quickly got over it remembering that's the whole point of him doing this job. To make sure stuff like that doesn't happen all the while making a little bit of cash on the side from the bounties.

Eric followed the instructions to the orientation room easily enough and took his seat. Listening closely he took mental notes of everything said and done. He wanted to make sure he missed nothing, least he would have to go through another confusing moment with the people of Grey Security, he was still embarrassed about the confusion over the uniform policy. Finally Eric heard his name called along side three others. A Joseph Mitsve, Tyson Carter, and Angus Butler if he heard correctly. Problem was Eric had no faces to put those names with and so when he stood up to meet his new teammates he became dumbfounded trying to tell the difference between teams one and two. He saw a fairly young man accept his team's data pad and assumed that was his team's leader. Eric made his way over to him.

Facing Tyson Eric spoke, "name is Eric Taylor. I assume this is team two, correct? If so I look forward to working with you mister... I'm sorry what is your name," Eric turned his head to make eye contact with Angus, "and yours?"

7achary · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **7achary** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 11:35 am

Following the large kiomoidan, Heckler made his way into the locker room. "Hey, big guy, you mind if I just call you Karsh? I'm not so good with the newer dialects and languages brought into the Fed."

Heckler glanced at the kids entering the locker room with him and the huge dog creature. One had an air of steady confidence you only found in star athletes or people who hadn't learned the meaning of lose. Yet. The other was excitable and would probably need a tip or two before the shooting started, Heckler just hoped he knew how to turn the safety off.

Only the tie gave him trouble as he undressed, tug after tug to loosen it. "Well, kid, I suggest we start with the local authorities and then do some investigating of our own."

Heckler pulled on his gray jumpsuit, only zipping it up to his chest. The boots took a few seconds to get on, after some grunts of effort and a little persuasion they came on with little complaint. Heckler looked at the beret before stuffing it in the pocket of his duster and throwing said duster over his shoulder. "Alright, any of you boy scouts from the area?"

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 1:45 pm

Jason chuckled softly, as he walked behind the large furball. The display from the biggest member of their ream was far more settling then childish rambling that was spewing from Carl, like a babbling brook. The young fellow had this naive concept that the bad guys would simply wail in terror when the team approched and throw themselves upon the mercies of of the Earthvale's prosecutor. Such innocent dreams would soon be dashed to pieces on the jagged reef of reality.

The locker rooms, were not rooms at all but a single large room, divided in the middle by a curtain (which allowed light to filter through) for the different sexes. Along the walls were rows of plain, polish metal lockers, each baring a short series of numbers and a name written under it. In the middle of the far wall, was a door marked shower (and presumably, there was a second door, marked the same way on the female side of the curtain was well).

Jason strolled over to his locker and popped the thing open. Like everyone else's locker, there was a folded jumpsuit of gray, boots and a beret. Wasting no time, he yanked off his black shirt, shoes, pants and wriggled into the quasi-military uniform. For a few seconds, he held the brimless cap in his hands and then jammed it on his head. A frown crossed his lips and he pulled it off again.

"Never like hats" he muttered, just as the drunk inquired about the locality of the team members.

"Me" Carl nearly shouted, his hand shooting into the air. He was proudly wearing the beret, though it looked strange sitting on top of his short, curly black hair.

"Born and bred" said Jason, arching an eyebrow at the kid for a few seconds, "The local station is a few blocks away, heading north, towards Government center."

He looped his belt around his hips, the holstered pistol slapping against his thigh once and then slung the carbine over his left shoulder. With his weapons resting on his person, he picked up the data pad and lightly tapped it's touch screen to scroll through the two pages of information, one fore each collar.

The first man was listed as a one, Denis Dodd, human in species with a shaved head and covered in ink. The second man was named Albert Oswald and could have passed off as a larger version of Denis. Their respective sizes was the only difference that one could make out between the two gang members. A residence was listed but there was a note that neither of them had seen around their apartments in months. The rest was a list of minor misdemeanors they had been booked on before and what appeared as a strong tie to a local gang, called The Inks.

"A nice pair" said Jason, holding the data pad out to Cards.

jakelovesyuna · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **jakelovesyuna** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 2:09 pm

Jake looked around his desk aimlessly. It was useless now. Jake had obviously been forgotten. Yet he was so important. It confused Jake for a moment and he just gave up trying to make sense of it all, too much was going through his mind at once to process it. Jake just sighed and looked his 3 computer screens. One had the data of all of the officers, but with no one telling him the teams, or who he was managing, that data was useless. Likewise with the criminal database next to him. He had no idea who was going after who, so that was useless, And the support monitor, well that was useless anyway most of the time. It was very rare that a big operation would go down so early in the firms establishment.

Jake looked around the grey room again, still waiting for someone to come, anyone...He just needed the info and the communication links, then he could work and help people, not just sit down and do nothing, which in effect made Jake mad. Jake liked to relax as much as the next guy, but he also wanted to try and earn his money, so he did not feel guilty that he took it for no reason. That was the reason Jake joined for this job as a co-ordinator instead of an officer. He liked to help people, but not by putting to much risk in it. Jake sighed once more and laid his head on the desk, waiting for someone to come and help him get started, or else there was little point him even being here

Aznmafia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aznmafia** on Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:43 pm

Karshek looked down at the man and nodded to his question.

"Yes humans do this frequent yes?Nickname for another?"Karshek asked.

Karshek stood infront of his locker and began pulling his uniform out.He had liked the vest he was required to wear.But he would miss the free flow of nudity.His thick fur made a excellent natural coat to cold climates.But during the warmer season he would shed violently into a lighter and brighter coat.After Karshek was done putting his uniform he looked around at his squad.

"We kill man now?"He asked oblivious to procedures and planning.

Karshek was a warrior.The thrill of combat was the only thing he wanted.Money was of no value to him.just adventure and good battles was all he craved.But he noticed that alot of humans were addicted to knowledge and power.It was a unhealthy combination of the two.And it caused the humans to fight many wars and dispute over trivial things.On his planet the tribal leaders discussed amongst each other.But Karsehk had to remind himself that he was no longer on his homeworld.He lived among the humans now and he would not let anything come inbetween his destiny.

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:04 pm

“Huh, you’d think a little color’d kill these people.” Tyson said with a look of slight annoyance as he exited the grey entrance to the steely locker room. He had a feeling he was going to get rather sick of this place’s décor options rather quickly. Following suit with the others, he opened up his locker to find his uniform.

“Grey. Well now, who’d of guessed?” Yep, two minutes and he was already sick of the color grey. Tyson half listened to the conversations, and questions being asked as he dressed in his uniform. He grimaced upon seeing the hat (also grey). They were never something he’d worn often, but he didn’t particularly feel like getting in trouble with his employer on the first day for a dress code violation.

“All my life.” Tyson answered as he put the hat on. He continued to listen to the conversations of the others, and didn’t speak again until after Karshek’s comment. Blinking once, Tyson gave a slight snort of laughter.

“Man you need a chick.” Tyson said closing his locker door. “Your group got the gang rape case, so my guess is you’ll be doing more booking than cooking. Besides, wouldn’t want to deny big sis the satisfaction of putting those bastard behind bars.” Tyson commented in a friendly tone.

Phantom Rom · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Phantom Rom** on Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:46 am

Jenna opened the gray door leading into the conference room for new officers. Seeing that the room was already near empty she scowled. Once again cursing her laziness. her motor bike, practically old enough to belong in a museum, had wheezed louder than normal yesterday, the gears sounded like an epic battle was raging between them, unheeding the harbinger of trouble she had ridden it home and put it away in the communal lot for her apartment complex. Figuring to take it into the shop to get it fixed, only about half an hour ago did she remember today was her first day with gray security. Not wanting to push her motor bike more than the old horse could handle she had thrown on some clothes, nondescript but comfortable and at least slightly stylish. -Enough so I can meet my boss for the first time. - The human girl said to herself after running out the door.

She hopped onto the bus and rode it over to gray and walked quickly the last distance before she got there. She showed her ID at the main gate and walked in. after getting directions from a helpful person working the front desk, Jenna made her way to the room she was supposed to be in earlier. She opened the door and stepped in; she nodded to the reptilian man at the front of the room quietly and took a seat in the back of the room, not wanting to interrupt anything anymore than her arrival did. Hhen he looked at her she said "Jenna Gause" as a kind of explaniation.

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