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HUBPOL

the HubWorld's omnipresent police force.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Kronos

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HUBPOL |Point Gambit-Fiver| Sgt. Aliza led her patrol force around the hexagonal path that encompassed Gambit's bar and most of the surrounding countryside. They were on permanent duty, making sure shit did not go down at the clusterfuck that was Gambit's. Suddenly, an explosion rang through the forests, drawing her attention. She muttered "silence" over her comm and waited, attempting to determine the direction of the attack. Shit, if she was right, it had came from Gambits... Aliza waved her troops forward; they scattered into the trees, while the IFVs spread out and took semi-cleared paths through the woods.

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HUBPOL |Gambit's Bar| Aliza reached the edge of the forest in time with her troops, only to see the meandering ODI troops. Her helmet HUT filtered through thousands of visual recognition profiles before settling on one very bad one: ODI, UCON. "Fuckin' UCON, she muttered, slinking into the bushes. "All men, concentrate on that artillery platform and then hit them hard. Over," she barked in her manliest voice, standing back up and waving forward. The IFVs followed close her troops, assuming position behind natural hills. Then... "Fire." The first shells, streaks of superheated metal, flew through the air towards the ODI's position from somewhere in the bushes. A volley of gunshot rang out, as the IFVs unleashed their own 22 meter conductive slugs. While in the past HUBPOL might have approached this with an open mindset, repeated attacks by superhumans and rouge milities had hardened them to this crap; they showed no mercy.

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ *militaries ”

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HUBPOL | Gambit's Bar| Aliza pressed the offensive. She stormed forward, whirling sidearms and pressing her back to a tree, before firing a 30mm grenade from the underslung launch on her rail-rifle. Her troops, twelve in all, did likewise. They peppered the UCON fuckers with a volley 0f 30-mms and selective, deadly fire from their rail rifles. The two IFVs, designed to fight most anything, each poepped up their three-shot AAGM launches from under armored hydraulic plates, and using telemetry from the main gun, fired a pair of two-stage HEAT missiles at the artillery launcher.

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ *or whatever the hell missiles that defeat protective mesh are called. ”

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ *ah hah, tandem-charge missiles. ”

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HUBPOL "SHIT!" bellowed Aliza, seconds before the conductive slug arced overhead and destroyed her right flanking IFV. But the Cadaval was down and that was what mattered. He once again waved her troops forward, ordering them to, "cease fire and circle what's left." They did just that. The IFV pulled forward, bearing its main gun down on the smoking hulk, just in case.

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HUBPOL | Aliza encroached on the ODI, rail-rifle shouldered; in her pale gray suit of light powered armor she must have looked alien in menacing. In fact, only the letters HUBOL stamped in inch-high white letters, gave any indication of who or what she was. "Stand up, drop your weapons, hands up!" she bellowed, as she and her men closed their circle around the ODI and the wrecked Cadaval.

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HUBPOL | A conductive slug tore through Aliza's left shoulder, spurring nanite injector packs to rapidly stop the bleeding. But she was still injured; and that was only the first. More shells either dented her fullerene-cell plate or tore throuhg connecting joints, splattering limbs and organs. Two other troopers were hit, taking the brunt of the ODIs firepower and giving time for their comrades to take cover. Not that there WAS cover; they hit the ground, attemping to return their enemy's "present." The remaining IFV opened up on the hulk, raining 22-mm shells on Archer and his ODI.

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ [[Commandah, gunfight right outside the bar.]] ”

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ [[brb, 3 mins or so.]] ”

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ ((back)) ”

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HUBPOL | Aliza's troops clustered around the Cadaval's wreck, dragging their own wounded to safety while the IFV pursued their enemy. It rounded the corner far from the bar, giving its gunner a full spread of the bar's side wall. Aliza and three wounded quickly received medical treatment by field nanite packs, while those few not helping and still up took position, ready for another attack.

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HUBPOL | The IFV's driver brought up the "megaphone" function on his vehicle, grabbed his comm-link, and said through it, "UCON ODI, drop your weapons." With a 22-mm autocannon at his side, this was sure to work.

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ ((Azrican, did you post already?]] ”

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ *repost]] ”

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Character Portrait: HUBPOL HUBPOL says,
 “ [[azrican, repost please, my internet fucked up for a second. ”

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HUBPOL | One of Aliza's men took aim for the Custodis, but did not fire. He simply asked, "What are you doing here? This is HUBPOL jurisdiction."

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HUBPOL | Aliza's IFV continued to track the ODI, following them and keeping its 22-mm trained on them. The gunner picked up his comm-link again, this time bellowing, "ODI, stay where you are. Drop your weapons and put your hands up."

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HUBPOL | The man, a HUBPOL private, jerked his rifle towards the tavern door and asturely stated, "Well then. Go back inside and you don't get hurt." His other compatriots on guard were taking position, readying themselves for combat, should the need arise.

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HUBPOL | "Oh hell," said the gunner to himself, but it was too late anyways. He opened up with the IFV's 22-mm gun, hoping this would end those fuckers; because, who else would call in drop pods?

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HUBPOL | Aliza's guard snarled, "You might want to save your own ass as well," and he made for the rest of his unit. They hosited the wounded up and made for the woods.

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HUBPOL 's informers frequented Gambit's Bar on a regular basis. Their information was priceless, although their proclivity for watching rather than calling in reinforcements had cost them a few opportunities.

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HUBPOL | HUBPOL had many agents. One of them was sitting in the deep recesses of the bar, observing the scene from inside the shadows of a secluded booth.

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HUBPOL 's emergency shielding systems engaged, shrouding his conductive-thread lined clothing in blue light as the metaphysical blast wave passed over him.