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Su-Ji Dikshil

The newly promoted commissioner of police, looking to restore peace to a corrupt city.

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a character in “Neo-Noir”, as played by Nulix

Description

"We’re firefighters. And for the first time in the history of this bureau we know where the matches are coming from."

ImageName: Su-Ji Dikshil
Aliases: Dikshil Montgomery
Age: 47
Gender: Female  
Ethnicity: Indian/Korean
Date of Birth: April 20th, 2070
Place of Birth: Neo-Seoul

Physical Description: Brown skin, straight brown hair combed back, brown eyes under a heavy brow- Dikshil blends into the grey scenery of Neo-Seoul well, the only remarkable thing about her being an intensity in her eyes. A cold look, a hard face.
Augmentations: Dikshil remains fairly human, particularly for a former G.H.S.T. soldier. Much of her muscles have been lined and braced with robotics, enhanced strength and speed weaved into her tissue. Other then that Dikshil is as human as the day she was born.
Clothing: Dikshil wears professional attire- dark suits and coats, usually matching all in identical colours of grey, olive, and other drab dark shades. Her wardrobe is not stuffy or restricting, consisting mainly of loose military clothing typically designed for S.I.L.O. operatives on the field.
Height: 165cm / 5’ft 5”in
Weight: 67km / 148lb
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown

Current Address: 61654 Duk-young Avenue, Orglef Tower Suite 30, District 1
Occupation: Police Commissioner, N.S.P.A.
Pre-N.S.P.A. Biography: Born in Neo-Seoul, Dikshil is the child of Hindi immigrants and grew up in Little-India. Though details about her early life are guarded it is known that in her 20s she joined the N.S.P.A., quickly rising through the ranks of G.H.S.T. and eventually becoming a S.I.L.O. agent, and was purportedly in charge of an internal S.I.L.O. investigation against the old D.U.S.K. before it was disbanded. In 2115 Dikshil was promoted to police commissioner; the first police commissioner not ethnically Korean. In 2117 Dikshil proposed the reformation of the D.U.S.K.

Personality profile: One of the best S.I.L.O. agents in her day, Dikshil is a spy at heart. A master of secrets and misdirection, information gathering, and strategic thinking, Dikshil’s cold tactics have always been used for a pure desire to do good, and was notoriously one of the least corrupt N.S.P.A. bureau heads whilst running S.I.L.O. Now as commissioner, Dikshil hopes to helm the N.S.P.A. as best as she can.

Unique Skills/Abilities: Dikshil is proficient in hand-to-hand combat and is an expert in the field of espionage.

So begins...

Su-Ji Dikshil's Story

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My parents were Christian. I don’t think I’ve prayed since I was a kid. Not like he ever answered me. But today I deserve a miracle. I ask for one thing: get me out of this city alive.

It was only a matter of time, I suppose. Before the facade came crumbling down. At my apartment door looking back at it now. The holograms are off, dusty wood floors, brown leather couch, ripped out panels. Lanterns outside the window, laundry hanging neighbour to neighbour in our small syphoned block. Most windows bolted shut, harsh blue of LED light’s slipping through the cracks in the metal. Only one window remains open year-round, warm bulbs: Pak Hyo-Jung, eighties, maybe nineties, cooking her meals. Reminds me of my mum. You could see prints on her walls, photographs of family, friends. On my walls? Nothing.

Out the elevator into the streets and you’re hit by the goddamn noise. The ads, the music, not even from my block. Echoing down the boulevard, Jellen Street. Deafening and loud, I can see the lights- so bright so colourful says the ADHD ridden child in me. Holographic man with a nice cock stands over the sex club. Wearing skin-tight jockstrap. Great censorship, Korea. I wish he was real. I wish robots could look like humans so I could fuck one.

It’s cloudy and hot, a humid night and stained with summer sweat. Perfect night for Gasan. Steams blasting out of vents as I walk to my car. It’s boxy, it’s grey. It’s a car. Overhead I hear the electric hum of a cruiser. Flying car, here? In my part of town? Bad juju.

Driving through the city you forget what night looks like, that the sky isn’t meant to be purple and red with light, that holograms and skyscrapers and cruisers and rocket launches aren’t all there are. You forget there were once stars.

Now I’m cruising. Traffics lite, even on streets with no CCTV. Plates are censored, anyway. Three sure ways to tell when you’re going east, out of Old Seoul to the shit part of town. Slimier than Gasan, I know. One: immigrants start piling the streets like rats. The signs read less like Korean and more like a jumbled mix of Hindi/Japanese/wasteland/whatever. Two: the bots get shoddier. Uptown they’re sleek, they’re shiny, they’re quiet and out of site, or trying to sell you something with the perfect pre-recorded Gangnam accent. Here they’re loud, uneven, tagged by kids with metal plates bent out of place with no money to get straight. Three: everyone’s packing. They try to hide it, but you drive down the wrong street you can see it in their eyes, and in their augs.

I’m approaching Yangyang. I see the water. I see my ride. An orange freighter, something Hindi on the side. Leaving my car behind. Keys in a dumpster. Good luck, criminal scum.

Lots of shirtless men, lots of tattoos, lots of sweat. Hatch is closing. Neo-Seoul slips away.
Look, I’m numb to this shit. Don’t know what to say. It’s home, but home is hell.

Used to think the city was broken; result of bad cops, bad mayors, bad people in power- a neon Seoul for our neo souls. And I thought if you fight hard we could change things. If enough good people fought hard D.U.S.K. could change things. And we tried, we really fucking tried. But I was wrong. Nothings broken. It works exactly as it’s meant to. The system isn’t broken because it’s run by bad people… the people are bad because of a broken system.

No winning when the rules aren’t about doing right.

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Sweat dripping off moist skin, dotting the paper with wet periods. The D.U.S.K. inspector paused her writing, the warm glow out the end of the laser-pen illuminating the page, waiting for her to write another word. But none came. She sat in her cabin, a single red light swaying above her head, and the metal walls thinly veiling the noises of the other rooms. Laughter and yelling in foreign languages, wine-bottles being shot open, a Japanese couple arguing next-door, the loud echo of the frigate’s electric motor.

No better than Gasan on any given night.

She scribbled the the final words down before flicking the pen’s switch, the device dying down and being tucked away inside the binds of her case book. This was no night for writing, and from the sounds of things no night for sleeping either.

Shirt unbuttoned- fiber weave off-white, sweaty armpits, suit pants. She needed some air. The hatch door led out into a corridor, wide-enough for one sailor at a time but right now filled to the brim with sea-sick or unconscious passengers. With a judgmental look and not much else the inspector began to trudge through the waste of life lining the level corridor, getting closer and closer to the spiral staircase at the end. Her hand grasped the rail, yellow paint chipping off metal, when suddenly a sweaty palm tapped her shoulder. In a heartbeat she flew around, pinning the stranger against the metal corridor wall, causing a few of the stowaway passengers to look up in curiosity. He was a boy- sixteen, seven-teen. Thin teenager mustache, cut up eyebrows. Dry lips.

“Sorry, miss, sorry! I- I didn’t mean to!” The young man began in his best Korean, raising his arms innocently as the Inspector held him against the metal, forearm over neck. “I was just-look, you’re- you’re a Korean going to Neo-Tokyo is all.”

The inspector squinted. "Koreans not allowed in your city anymore?”

“No! Of course, I’m just-“ The man slobbered over himself slightly, sweat dripping from his brows into his eyes as he tried to figure out the words. “I just- I don’t- I wanted to know why.”

The Inspector let out a sigh, releasing the man reluctantly and making her way up the base of the stairwell again, not answering his question. “You don’t look like the rest of us here, ya know! No offence, I just wanted to know why you were leaving, is all! I’m- I’m a curious guy!” The Japanese man called, scurrying up the metal stairwell after the woman. “They call me Shifty!”

“Is that name supposed to make me trust you more?” The Inspector asked.

“Nah, I mean, nah, it’s just cool name,” Shifty dismissed, continuing to follow.

“Wanted out.. Simple as,” The Inspector grumbled, passing by the level above, the mess-hall where heavy smoke, boxing holograms, and holo-cards could be seen on boxes and makeshift tables. “Just like the rest of you.”

“Wanted out?” Shifty repeated, pausing on the stairs behind her. “Not me, miss. Not… honestly, not anyone else here. My visa ran out. But Neo-Seoul is- it’s the destination, does that make sense?” The man swallowed, trying to find the words. “When I first arrived, it was like a gemstone. It was bright, and magical, and… advanced. It was like all the stories of paradise over the ocean were real.” He smiled to himself.” Neo-Seoul… is the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen.”

The Inspector looked down at Shifty. And though she couldn’t understand it, why anyone would love the haven of disgrace that was her home, there was sincerity in his words. “Stay in school,” Was all the Inspector responded, continuing up the stairs. “Change the name.”

Cool ocean air hit her as she reached the metal walkway of the deck, save for a single orange lantern on the side of the freighter the world ahead mostly consumed by darkness. Beside her the black waves of the Sea of Japan smashed against the freighter’s side. She felt every sway the vessel made as it pumped forward. The Inspector leaned on the railings, breathing in the salty sea air as another wave smashed up against them.

There was darkness here. Actual darkness. The neon lights of Seoul had faded away, and above her in the sky, the Inspector could swear she could even make out the glint of a star through the night-time clouds. And fuck, if not for the first time in her life did she feel like God had listened. Like he’d delivered her miracle. She was free.

It took her only a moment more to realize that the light in the sky wasn’t a star at all.

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An explosion lit up the dark screen of the monitor, the freighter having ignited into fire as the drone strike hit. “Down she goes,” A suited man spoke. Fire spread across the orange freighter as it’s hull cracked in two, pixels on the screen clearly vaguely displaying the flailing arms of the passengers being pulled out to sea as the waves consumed the vessel. The man leaned forward, pressing the button again. A few moments later a second strike smashed into the sinking ruins, making sure to destroy what was left of the wreck, and the survivors.

With a sharp breath he let his finger off the button and turned back, looking across the blue control room. “That’s it.” He said. The other operatives in the room looked at each other, and though the atmosphere was tense, on all their faces was relief. An Indian operative in the corner simply glanced down bitterly at the news. “That’s the end of D.U.S.K.”

And then: the music starts playing.

CASE 00: REFORMATION OF THE GUARD

8 Years Later,
November 14th, 2117
District 2


Pink holograms and day-dream vibes, the baseline shaking the plaza as the shoppers moved to-and-fro across the illuminated walkway. The holographic dancer grew in size above the fountain, her form changing between pink and yellow light at seizure inducing rates, deafening music accompanying her moves to the delight of the passing consumers of the plaza. The rich Gangnam shoppers holding overfilled bags of bought goods, lit-up logos on the sides matching their flashy clothing. And, whether he liked it or not, Meon Jong was one of them.

He watched from afar, arms crossed at the edge of the plaza, pink neon light shinning in under the brim of his hat. His pupils lit up at the spectacle, but all he managed to say was: "Jesus Christ I hate winter."

Through the crowds Jong spotted something- the flashing of a police safety vest, walking straight for him. Jong sighed, igniting a cigar as he prepared to face the N.S.P.A. boy. The fourth one they'd sent this month.

"Officer Mun-Tong," Jong began, turning to face the man, lit cigar in mouth as he gave a cheap smile to the uniformed patrol officers. "We saw you arrive, Mister Jong," The officer replied.

"Right, of course. Gangnam matters enough for your camera, of course," Jong smirked poisonously, his voice barely audible over the music. "Listen, rookie- I'll tell you the same thing I told Rusty, the same thing I told those two who stopped me in midtown. The Dhavale case is a civil lawsuit, there are no charges against my man. The police have no right to interfere with my investigation," Jong squinted. "Quote me on that, jackass. Same words as the last three times."

"I’m not here for that, Mister Jong," The officer called, his voice lost in the sound. "I came to deliver a message, one too important to send via hypernet," He yelled, before leaning in to Jong's ears. "December 1st. N.S.P.A. Headquarters. You've been summoned by Commissioner Dikshil."

As the officer moved away from his ear Jong smirked at the man. "Summoned, huh? On what charges?"

"No charges, Mister Jong," The officer said, handing him a sealed N.S.P.A. plastic evidence bag. "A job offer." With the package delivered Officer Mun-Tong backed away into the crowd of flashing shoppers, leaving the private-eye alone. Jong rose an eyebrow before unzipping the evidence bag, pulling out the stiff paper print within. At the top of the letter was one clear word, written in all caps: D.U.S.K.

Meon Jong held the letter and almost let out a laugh. "Jesus Christ," He breathed as the music continued, the world around him lost in the music as he read. "Dikshil, what are you doing now."

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N.S.P.A Headquarters, District 1
13:02, November 18th, 2117


The first snowfall of the year had begun, and it coated downtown in heated mush, save for the tips of the tallest buildings. The N.S.P.A. building was one of the few tall enough to get pure white on it's highest peaks, not yet polluted by the filth of the city's air. Pp into the busy skyway it shot, a tower of concrete and glass, naked art-deco sculptures adorning the edges of the structure like titans of old- faces distinctly Korean, and each looking out across the city-scape bravely. Tasteless, was a word that came to mind. But it was a good building. A good headquarters. Office space enough for all the N.S.P.A. was and more.

On the side of the building several pads strutted out like disks on a cd-rack, all near it's top floors, filled with helicopters and cruisers, some black, most N.S.P.A. blue. An N.S.P.A. landing officer hailed on in, neon-rods of orange flashing in each hand as he indicated it was clear to land. The wind below the cruiser blew up as the flying vessel landed carefully, it's back end resting on the ground before it's front did. The whirl of it's engine began to die as the door slid upward, a trench-coated woman emerging out. From the backseat of the cruiser Commissioner Dikshil grabbed a briefcase and began to march forward toward the entrance at the end of the cruiser pad- into the building. Out of the busy skies and bustling ad-space and Into her domain. Into the ocean of white.

White halls. White desks. White ceilings. A faint glow beneath all of them, a brightness emanating beneath everything. Breathing. This was the aura the top levels of the N.S.P.A. building gave. The offices of S.I.L.O. The offices of the police administration. It was an ocean of white.

The white reflected off the woman's brown skin, moles and forehead wrinkles eased by the warm lights. Dilkshil's eyes intensely stared, through the one-way mirror, into the white containment room, where a droid sat. An android, sleek, advanced looking, though in it's head organic parts could be seen. A human brain.

The Commissioner glanced down at the report in her hands once more before looking to the man who'd brought the machine in. Officer Snefuti looked back at her with anticipating, waiting for a command.

"You cut my lunch short for this?" Dikshil responded at last, breaking the silence. A moment later she gave a smile, clasping Snefuti on the arm. It was a joke. A fun, November joke. "Alright," Dikshil breathed, walking toward the entrance. "Fire her up."

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NIA's vision suddenly came to. She was in a space not that much unlike the space in her head- pure white, everywhere. And standing before her was a woman: brown skin, a black coat and gloves- a folder under her arm, and a serious expression on her face. With a sigh the woman moved forward, grabbing a white stool and dragging it across the floor, letting it stand across from where NIA sat. Dikshil casually climbed onto the stool and hunched over it, staring across at NIA. "My name is Officer Dikshil, I'm with the N.S.P.A. You're in police custody," Dikshil began, biting her lips as she looked over the mechanical husk. "Can you understand me?"

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The white lights shimmered off the glass dome, between the blue and white components and wires the human brain inside staring back at Dikshil. There was no sound in the white-room, no noise, not a word spoken, but if there was it would be a scream.

Dikshil rose before the android, NIA, and turned around- her coat tails flailing in the still air as she marched toward the entrance. A wall of the white room rose, revealing Doctor Snefuti on the other side. "It can't talk," Dikshil frowned to the doctor. Snefuti rose an eyebrow. "Orders, ma'am?"

Dikshil cracked her knuckles. "Get her talking, doctor," She replied before marching passed the man, placing a hand on his arm. Snefuti swallowed. "I'll try- it's, it's... highly unorthodox."

Dikshil turned her head profile to the man. "We're dealing with a serious crime, Doctor. And as long as I am commissioner I will solve them. However unorthodox the means." And off she marched, a new method in her mind. The meeting of the D.U.S.K. was growing closer. Neo-Seoul was about to change.

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"Agent," A voice called from the elevator a moment later. Form beside Taku's Commissioner DIkshil emerged, flowing black robes, almost trench-coat, almost fashion. In the N.S.P.A. it was hard to tell. Dikshil marched forward, handing Taku a keycard as she walked and talked. "Taku this is an experiment, a very dangerous experiment, and you know why it has to be," Dikshil muttered as she marched passed the reception, into the lounge of the fortieth floor. "I know you think of this as a demotion," Dikshil responded, turning to Taku as they approached the door. "But play your cards right... and D.U.S.K. may be something we've never before seen." Dikshil blinked at the Japanese man. He'd been a top agent when she was Director of S.I.L.O., and despite his heritage being a troubling subject, they'd grown close in their times with the department. "It could be justice. Real justice." Dikshil placed a brown hand on Taku's shoulder before turning to the room, ready to enter.

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"Well, all present but one, better than I expected," A commanding voice called into the room. Jong glanced up to see Commissioner Dikshil enter, the rich but worn Indian face he'd seen on the news so many times. Behind her a japanese man, black outfitted. Maybe a lawyer?

"Commissioner," Laszlo stuttered, raising suddenly.

"At ease, Lieutenant," Dikshil dismissed as she moved to the end of the table. From her side she pulled out several holopads and lay them across the table. "Signatures," Dikshil commanded. "For the information you are about to receive will not leave this room."

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Amen slowly slid his feet off of the other chair, scooting up to the table to grab one of the holopads. "Before I sign, can I ask what kinda information is so secretive that we need to keep our mouths shut about it?"

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"Sign the N.D.A. and you'll find out," Dikshil replied, her gaze like stone. "It involves D.U.S.K. Past and future."

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"Wasn't an answer..." Amen sighed, distrust oozing off his gaze, but he signed the damn thing anyway. Not like he could say no to a what amounted to a promotion out of nowhere.

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James rose in the same fashion Laszlo did, neither of them getting fully upright before the Commissioner dismissed them to be at ease. He noted the lack of similar response from some of the others, not ones for formality, or unaware of the etiquette. It made him wonder just what kind of unit this was going to be.

The man behind her wore a fitted suit, not standard issue attire, but James had seen him in the building before, a S.I.L.O. agent of some sort. That was almost every department of the agency represented and a civilian. He recalled Laszlo's comment, interesting choices.

James picked up the holopad and scanned the agreement quickly before signing it. He had signed hundreds over the years, in the workings of G.H.S.T. there were more than a few projects that were classified to various levels. This agreement was standard fare, though it was certainly among the highest rated classifications he'd signed.

The patrol officer was clearly not comfortable with the situation. "I imagine we will have many more questions than answers before long." James said matter of factly.

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"That's reassuring..." Amen replied sarcastically. He seemed to mentally debate adding something else, scratching his chin before deciding to speak his mind. "You and uh, fuckin' motor mouth over there.. " Amen pointed his thumb over at Lazlo. "Y'all are G.H.S.T, right? Matter of fact, you said you're a captain, right?" Amen asked, leaning back in his seat with an amused, slightly mocking grin in his face.

Amen had heard of G.H.S.T before he's ever stepped foot in Neo-Seoul. They had quite the...reputation. You fuck with the law and are stupid about itin most of Neo-Seoul, you take a risk of facing one of the harshest judicial systems in the world. You can manipulate it if you're rich or have the right friends in the right places...line the right amount of pockets with just the right amount of sheets. It's difficult to manage but if you do....you always have an escape.

You fuck with the law and get the attention of G.H.S.T? All you risk is your fuckin' life. Sure, other Neo-Cities had an equivalent, but....nothing like this. Amen wasn't particularly a fan.

"You gonna be able to adjust?" Amen asked. "I don't know what the full duties of D.U.S.K will be but I don't think we're doing some 'bust in the room, shoot motherfuckers immediately in the face type shit' like you're used to...."

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Su-min raised an eyebrow at Amen but said nothing, instead signing the holopad promptly and leaning back in her seat.

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"It seems to be Officer De Silva you're not quite aware of what D.U.S.K. is. Indeed, I will assume none of you do," Dikshil responded as the pads were signed across the table. The woman rose tall, a commanding face of stone over the six in the room. She snapped her fingers and suddenly shaders moved down across the glass walls of the office, engulfing them in black and cutting off the prying eyes of the others occupying the fortieth floor.

Dikshil reached forward, pressing down on the table, where a warm orange light began to glow, illuminating the faces of those present. "I've lived in Neo-Seoul all my life. It's a marvel that out of such ruin... such majesty can be birthed. And it's all due to systems. Systems regulating everything, including us. Including the N.S.P.A. Crime is low where it needs to be, our detectives at desk and out patrol officers doing their job, SILO and GHST filling in when they don't."

Dikshil leaned in, the orange hue illuminating her face from below.. "All of you have worked with the underside of this city to some extent, so you realize that, in general, criminals are not very smart. Passion, poor planning, instability, overconfidence all lead to their misguided actions- and by and large our system is so perfected we see them all, every single pick-pocketing to stabbing in this city, and decide which are and which are not worth perusing." An orange glint on her brown eyes Dikshil paused. The faces lining the table still listening intently. "But what happens when we have a real mystery on our hands? A crime the system cannot solve, yet is too big to be ignored?"

Suddenly an orange hologram raised from the table, a-middle aged man, slightly puffy face, unassuming but sinister looking. "Neuk Dae," Dikshil said, introducing the floating 3D head to the assembled team. "The Wolfman of Guri. Would kill his victims, eat their livers, and leave them disfigured for the police to find. Never any witnesses. Never any sight of him on camera." Dikshil swallowed. "He was like a ghost... nothing about him existed until a new body was found. He avoided everything, every system in place. That is why D.U.S.K. was created. To work outside the system, to do what the machine could not."

"That was one hell of a case," Jong frowned, remembering the headlines. The Wolfman of Guri had terrorized the city for weeks. It seemed every other day a new corpse had been found. Fifteen, twenty years ago maybe.

"That is how they began, capturing the wolfman when all others failed, by going around the systems we had in place," Dikshil swallowed. "And also how they met their end. D.U.S.K. was small, had the resources of the N.S.P.A., but did not adhere to any of the systems in place. To any of the rules the N.S.P.A. abides by. They became more and more daring, more and more self-regulating... until they got themselves killed."

As Neuk Dae's holographic image disappeared the light in the room began to return, the window shaders raising again. "That is why I, Police Commissioner DIkshil, have handpicked you all... for a new D.U.S.K., a responsible D.U.S.K., a regulated D.U.S.K. G.H.S.T. Captain Kardos will be here to both aid and regulate you if you cannot regulate yourselves," She added, putting a hand toward Laszlo who sat beside her, arms folded. Dikshil turned her gaze back towards the assembled group. "I have been watching you all very carefully... over the past few months. I believe you can succeed where the old D.U.S.K. failed. I believe you can fix the cracks in the system without breaking the system entirely."

Dikshil gave a stern smile. "I want you to be my D.U.S.K. Inspectors. You can refuse if you'd like, go back to your lives, knowing that the information in this room stays in this room." She paused. "Or you can accept."

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Camilla sighed as she parked her volocycle in the N.S.P.A's car port and strentched at the sight of the massive building. She chewed on her inner cheek. She was late, obnoxiously late, but she wasn't sure about this, at all. She decided though, finally that this would serve two purposes, give her access to terabytes of data on Axel as well as provide a steady enough income to truly care for Su-Yeoung.

She cracked her neck, her hair left down in wild spirls, bouncing around her shoulders as she did so and made her way into the building and the elevator.

As she travelled to the fortieth floor, she examined herself in the polished metal. She was dressed in her typical attire, a skin tight black body armor, that looked like a designer cat suit. She wore a white designer half hoodie over her chest with short sleeves, that gave her a street fashion look as opposed to a bounty hunter, she wore thigh high athletic shoes, and a loose black belt that Su-Yeoung liked to call her 'Utility Belt,' with all the pouches that hung around her shapely waist. She told the little girl she was never letting her read another comic again, but that was a lie and they both knew it.


The elevator door opened and she approached another desk, the receptionist was male, so she smiled her almost signature kiss you, kill you grin as she leaned against the large desk. Before she could speak, he handed her a keycard. "Room 10," And that was it. Camilla sat up, took the card with a pout and made her way to he room.

Suddenly, nerves hit her like an automatruck. She was about to go legit, no more bounties, no more free reign. Would she have to wear a uniform? By the Maker she hoped not, her outfits were distracting but that was the point, it worked, it allowed her to break almost any guard. It was what the whipmistress at the Home taught her. Distract, Pretend to sumbit, only to dominate. She shook her nerves.
"Fear cuts deeper" She told herself as she had been telling her for years. Fear makes everything worse then it actually is. She approached the door.

She swiped the keycard through the keypad and stepped through the door.
It turns out, she was late and clearly noot the only one. She scanned the occupants. Two women, who looked to need a serious fashion overhaul, one was Korean with glasses, she held holopad and the other, she guessed Korean and something that gave her a darker shade. She seemed to be in charge but her aura. Speaking of a darker shade, there was a dark skinned man, handsome enough, as well as a two other men, one Japanese if she had to guess with a serious aura about him and the other, Korean maybe, the complete opposite. She then noticed a Japanese man that didn't seem quite right. She ingored all of this and walked into the room like it belonged to her. She smiled dangerously. "So," She pulled the enevlope, no wrinkled to all hell, from her pouch and held it up. "Which of you, stalkers sent this to me, and offered me a job?"

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Meon Jong rose an eyebrow at Dikshil's offer, biting his lip. He was small, but small on the outside. Being small in the inside meant crawling into a web he could not again easily escape. Neo-Seoul, the NSPA, the systems Dikshil so proudly flaunted- they were prisons. They were your life. He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the door flew open, a young woman entering. The elderly dick's eyes wandered down her outfit for a moment before glancing up to her face again. She wasn't from here, that was for sure.

"That would be me, dear," Dikshil called to Camilla as she entered. "Meet Camilla Janye, she's done contract work for the N.S.P.A. before. She has a history with apprehending criminals." Casually from his chair Laszlo swung over a holopad for Camilla to sign. "And the job, if you choose to accept it, would be to work in a new department of the N.S.P.A. One designed to solve the crimes our other systems cannot." Dikshil stared at the woman. "I brought you all here to offer you a position in D.U.S.K."

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"So we would move to D.U.S.K permanently?" Su-min asked with a slight frown, blatantly ignoring Camilla and her entrance, "Not still working in our own departments alongside? I'm not sure if I can balance the work load, if that's the case."

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"No, whatever positions you previously had, as well as your salaries and benefits, would be wiped and replaced with those more fitting to your new ranks," Dikshil responded, trying to give her toothy equivalent of a smile. "You'd be the only officers of an all new police department. That's a full time job if I've ever heard of one."

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Investigator Park nodded curtly and crossed her legs. It would seem she had made a decision, and one in favor of the promotion offered. For Su-min it wasn't a hard offer to take. She was particularly disliked by her coworkers in Forensics and often felt like her job was stale - boring. Any excuse to get out was welcome.

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"Hey, we get bigger salaries? Better benefits? Fuck it, I'm in," Amen shrugged, seeming without a seconds hesitation, though in his mind a flurry of thoughts flew by. This gig would be useful, but dangerous. A descriptor Amen had grown accustomed too, working here.

Amen glanced over at new arrival. Neo-Nairobian, maybe? Don't see a lot of them in Neo-Seoul outside immigration heavy sectors. "Really pullin' 'em from all over the place, ain't you Dikshil?" He asked.

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"That would be me, dear," The dark woman called. "Meet Camilla Janye, she's done contract work for the N.S.P.A. before. She has a history with apprehending criminals." She explained and Camilla gave a cutsy finger wave at the lot as a man who Camilla barely noticed moved, handing her a holopad for her to -according to the screen- sign. She hesistated. "And the job, if you choose to accept it, would be to work in a new department of the N.S.P.A. One designed to solve the crimes our other systems cannot." The Darker woman explained and Camilla's brow shot up. "I brought you all here to offer you a position in D.U.S.K."

With that, Camilla signed.

She handed the man back the pad and found herself a seat on the table by the woman who seemed to actively ignore her as she inquired about work balance.
"So we would move to D.U.S.K permanently?" She asked. "Not still working in our own departments alongside? I'm not sure if I can balance the work load, if that's the case."
"No, whatever positions you previously had, as well as your salaries and benefits, would be wiped and replaced with those more fitting to your new ranks," The Darker Woman replied smiling some twisted verison of a smile. She didn't smile often did she?
"You'd be the only officers of an all new police department. That's a full time job if I've ever heard of one."
Really pullin' 'em in from all over, ain't you, Dishiki"
"Well, I'm in," Camilla interjected ignoring the darker man's comments. She wasn't exactly common around these parts. "Though, I'm curious, I thought D.U.S.K was blown into NextLife, What's to stop that from happening to the rest of us?" She asked folding her arms. She reallt couldn't afford to die. She had people to take care of, well, one little person. "I like my parts were they are,"

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"I intend to make D.U.S.K. work, Officer De Silva. For it to work where it previously failed," Dikshil responded, a glint in her eyes. "You were all chosen for a reason. Any who join you in future will join you for a reason."

Dikshil then turned to Camilla, who voiced her concerns. "D.U.S.K. perished from their own actions, by their own blade. Not mine." She responded. "Don't break the system, Camilla."

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"I intend to make D.U.S.K. work, Officer De Silva. For it to work where it previously failed," Dikshil, the name of the darker woman. "You were all chosen for a reason. Any who join you in future will join you for a reason." She said before turning to her.
"D.U.S.K. perished from their own actions, by their own blade. Not mine." She repiled and then sent her a glare. "Don't break the system, Camilla." She reprimanded and Cammie grinned sheepishly and removed herself from the table to a chair. "So, Fair enough, they screwed themselves but did you catch the people that blew them to hell?" She asked. "I mean, Criminals tend to hold grudges, I would know, I hunt them for a living." She said leaning agaisnt the table top with an elbow, her head resting in her hand. "I mean, I'd like to know, D.U.S.K clearly had enemies."

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James had been quite for the majority of the meeting. He remembered the Wolfman case, though he didn't work on it directly. He didn't need much motivation or reason though, he had enough motivation, this was just another request from Neo-Seoul of him.

Questions were asked and, for the most part, answered. The last arrival walked in late, but she did it with confidence at least, and more questions were asked. James cast a knowing look toward Laszlo when Camilla noted criminals holding grudges. He hadn't replied to Amen's comment, but he couldn't help but recall it. It was hard to hold grudges after G.H.S.T. visited.

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"As I said," Dikshil responded. "D.U.S.K.'s demise, tragic as it may have been, was their own doing. You are officers of the N.S.P.A. Captain Laszlo is here to both watch and protect you."

Laszlo gave a slow smile to the ground as he leaned back in his chair. "The D.U.S.K. members died once they... broke away from us, and started interfering with forces we could not control." Dikshil glared at Camilla and Jong. "You two are not in the N.S.P.A., but if you accept you will be... things inside are different than they are on the streets."

"Heh," Jong murmured, glancing over the contract. "I know..."

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"And I assume you have a first case in mind, Commissioner?" Su-min gave her a small, knowing smile. Dikshil wouldn't have just reformed D.U.S.K without there being a reason.

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Dikshil stared down at Park. "Yes, we have a case for you." She looked up at the group, the assembled men and women of the law sitting across the desolate boardroom, the cold white December sun shining in on them. Half their faces were illuminated by the bright of the window. "But first, I have something to say. This is the new Department of Unusual & Specialized Knowledge. There are only a handful of you, but trust that all of you have been chosen for a reason."

Dikshil swallowed, her palms touching the table as she stood at it's end. "Your budget will be minuscule, your equipment loaned from the other departments. I do not yet know if you are valuable... but if agree, and you prove to be." Dikshil bit her lip and nodded slowly. "We'll see where this goes."

Jong leaned back in his chair with folded arms, scanning the room. This did not feel like a celebration. Not yet. Not even close. This felt like a test.

"So," Dikshil spoke. "Are you in?"

Jong frowned. "Commissioner, with all do respect, I got out of being a cop a long time ago... why would I want back in?"

"Imagine the worst of this city, Meon Jong. Imagine the worst you've seen. The darkest corners, the blackest depths, the truths you know but cannot bear to imagine," Dikshil began, her voice growing low. "If you are in the world you wish to live, if you have the life you wish to have, go back to it." Dikshil stepped away from the table. "But if not... I offer you a chance... to change everything."

There was something frightening about Dikshil's words, something unsettling. In Neo-Seoul companies offered you the world, individualistic change, but it was all bullshit. One person couldn't change anything, and everyone knew it. And that's what sent a shiver down Jong's spine. Dikshil seemed to mean it.

"So do I!" Laszlo added, reminding everyone he existed.

Jong let out a long sigh. "Okay... you have my attention."

CASE 01: THE WOLFMAN OF GURI

"There's been a murder," Dikshil continued. "Downtown. Over a month ago. What we believed to be a copycat of Neuk Dae, the wolfman of Guri. Eaten alive. Only one witness. No camera footage." Dikshil folded her arms. "Of course Neuk Dae has been in prison for ten years. A trio of S.I.L.O. agents, including Agent Saito here," The woman indicated to the Japanese man she'd entered with. "They found a culprit and made an arrest in record time. Two weeks later we have another death, this time in Guri. No witnesses. No footage." Dikshil swallowed. "Last night we had a third. No witnesses, shots registered but to a person that doesn't exist."

Dikshil glared over the group. "I need you all on this as soon as you can. You have twenty three hours to accept my offer. If you do I expect you all here first thing in the morning, ready to hunt down this copycat. In work appropriate attire." The last line was added with a sharp glance at Camilla. "You will all be Inspectors with the D.U.S.K. And James," Dikshil looked up at Kyo. "I would offer you the position of department head. Chief Inspector."

Laszlo suddenly shot to attention. "James Kyo? Chief inspector?"

"Captain Kardos, you will still watch and assist with the full power of G.H.S.T. behind you," Dikshil dismissed the blonde man quickly. Jong looked across the table, at the Japanese SILO. Agent Saito, he'd been called. This was a demotion for him. SILO were the top branch of the N.S.P.A. and he wasn't even going to head it.

Suddenly a smooth chime came from Dikshil, a small holograph appearing on her arm. "I'm afraid another department calls, inspectors. Leave when you want."

Dikshil grabbed her pad and walked toward the exit of the room. "Remember," She said as she left. "You have twenty three hours to accept." And with that the Commissioner left, the noise of the lounge flooding in as the glass door swung open, her coat tails following her as she marched.

"And remember," Laszlo added, catching the door as it swung shut. "I'll be watching." He gave them all a smile before sliding a doorstopper on the glass and exiting. The silence was broken. The daylight outside had faded, the bright city lights flooding in from the early sunset. They were back in the noise of the fortieth floor, their exit clear.

Meon Jong swallowed before glaring at Saito. "Who the fuck did you piss off to get here?" He began, laughter from the lounge bar seeping into the office at his words.

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"Yeah, uh...you got kicked down from SILO, bruh?" Amen asked, bemused. "Or did you quit? I heard there aren't a lot of foreigners in SILO so y'know," he shrugged. "Well that's what people say anyway..."

Amen looked back briefly at each member of the group assembled before him. He'd already accepted on this job, because of what would benefit him and hadn't quite thought of how this outfit would run itself. Former GHST captain now heading the DUSK squad. If that didn't rub anyone the wrong way, there was something seriously wrong. He wouldn't raise any objections now....Kyo was in charge after all. Might as well see how he leads first before jumping to conclusions.