Snippet #2531463

Slim turned the badge around in his bottom right hand, the badge shimmered in his hand. It was in the shape of a star, and bore his name but it wasn't truly his. Slim was in a paradise, he wasn't being hunted down for some crime, or avoiding bounty hunters, or following some criminal ambition. The badge meant something bigger than anything he'd ever done before. He'd stopped crimes, defended the lives of the city, arrested those who meant ill, and messed up so many times in behalf of the city.

It felt wrong. It'd always felt wrong. Slim was a criminal, a convict, a man with suicidal tendencies and a want for loot. It was separating him from true paradise. The alien looked up from his desk which was on reverse with his partners; one Randin D. Kaye, a man who at any other point in time would have been trying to kill him. Someone who'd had his back since they'd met, someone he trusted with his life.

Someone who could never vouch for crime.

Slim unbuckled his holster, and laid it on his desk. Randin was watching some broadcast featuring the latest politicians. Slim also took the badge off his upper carapace, placing it next to his holster. The alien moved his cybernetic jaw in thought, running his tongue over his metal teeth.

Slim missed that feeling of being wanted dead or alive, and he turned on the spot and started to slink away, passing by the many officers of the law. What was that human song? About that christian god, the one with the white beard and red winter coat. The one who gave ash to little naughty boys. Tonight? That god was going to skip him on this years shift.

He turned around to look back at Randin as he watched the television. "Seeyou, space cowboy." He whispered.