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Jerry Jackson

Cowboy Cop

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

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A relatively large nation within the Aurora, Isiria spans several star systems. Isiria is an Aschen member-state.
The Aschen Empire, a massive collection of semi-sovereign provinces that reigns over a great portion of the Milky Way Galaxy, paranoid, arrogant, and cruel, a once prosperous nation spirals into poverty, and self-destruction.

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Jackson's a cowboy cop on the planet of Arastel.

More on him later.

So begins...

Jerry Jackson's Story

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#, as written by Tiko
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Meanwhile outside of the abandoned street alley and boarded up warehouses a number of vehicles were arriving. Police cars and vans lined the street outside - though their sirens remained silent. It hadn't taken long for the Illumene Police Department to get tipped off that some homeless residents had set up shop in the area - and that peddling of illegal wares was becoming common place once evening rolled around.

Even the homeless of Arastel had it better than some of the poorer planets and though these raids had become fewer and fewer in number as the homeless population and criminals had steadily dwindled to a trickle, every now and again they would receive word of particularly resourceful individuals scraping by in forgotten regions of the city.

As the police exited their vehicle and their numbers grew, they gathered near the entrance of the alley as they discussed their points of entry. Several officers were assigned to secure the street while four more were stationed at several lookout points. The rest of the officers, nearly two dozen in number, moved in with their weapons unholstered but pointed at the ground.



Rounding a corner, the lead officers ran into a kid of maybe twelve or thirteen with his hands shoved in his pockets. The boy's eyes bugged out and he raised his hands in a show of surrender as one of the officers grabbed him by his shirt and jerked him up against the wall of a warehouse to pat him down.

A moment later one of the officers weapons sparked and the kid jolted violently before slumping to the ground.

"Jesus, Jackson. He's just an unarmed kid," McKendry muttered as he knelt down to check the youth's pulse before he was dragged away towards the waiting vans in the street.

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"And if he squealed,” the other cop replied, lips pulled back over his teeth in a sneer, “this whole operation would be blown."

Holstering his taser, the officer glanced up and down the streets, taking stock with a sharp, steely-eyed gaze. After a moment, he motioned to the remainder of the squad, a series of gestures that they all knew well.

“Let’s get this done. Move out.”

The scene unfolded swiftly as doors were bashed in and shouts ensued. The handful of men and women in the alleys were swiftly subdued as police officers moved in on them with raised guns and shouts.

"Down on the ground, on your knees. Hands behind your head!" the officers barked.

A few bolted and ran, but they were out-numbered and the police had the element of surprise.

Several officers moved in on Everett with raised weapons.

"Oi! Haircut! Nose to the tilestone, and don’t you fucking move!" Jackson yelled.

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All seemed to be unraveling smoothly - that is until officers reached the abandoned junkyard. Next's combat armor and pulse rifle left him singled out from the rest of the riff raff.

"Drop your weapons!" McKendry ordered. “Drop them, and get down on the ground!”

He and the other officers approached cautiously and several took to knee at strategic points to fire on Next should he raise his weapons on the approaching officers.

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Everett was obviously startled looking towards the guard in utter confusion, immediately he dropped to his knees and put his hands up, he just didn't want to get shot. He took off his wooden acoustic guitar and set it gently on the ground before he did anything else, he would have hated for it to get hurt.

"What's going on?" Was the first thing Everett could think to say, mentally beating himself up for saying it. He wasn't supposed to live here, nonetheless even be walking around here, and all he did was ask what was going on? It seemed like a good question to ask at the moment, when the police had singled him out, he was wondering what they would want from an unarmed musician. Oh! But that's right, he was illegal.

He should have stayed inside, he knew it, but now was no time to think about "should haves," he was just scared he might be sent where he had thought. The Cryo. He shivered lightly to himself, even in the extremely loose button up flannel he wore over his tank top. He frowned as he moved his hands behind his head, feeling his hands tremble softly, he tried to look calm in his expression, but fear showed plainly in his eyes.

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Next blinks and looks at the officers, leaving his Pulse rifle holstered and gently setting down the rail gun he was tinkering with. "Uh... Hi there."

This was the only response he could muster, he knew he was caught and these police were armed, best not to start a fight right now. "You here to buy a Railgun for crowd control or somthing? No it's to arrest me... Who am I kidding." Next laughs and places his hands behind his head and drops to his knees. If they wanted to search him they could come here. He didnt know the protocol for the police force but according to Everett they were pretty damn agresive and he didnt want to mess with them. So just surrender and make their job easier right?

Next never loses eye contact with the officers as they surround him but makes sure not to pull anything stupid... Even though it was in his nature.

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With Next down on the ground, McKendry moved in cautiously. He didn't lower his weapon as he unholstered Next's rifle and tossed it to a nearby officer. With Next now disarmed, McKendry holstered his own weapon and pulled out a pair of binders to restrain Next's wrists. The restraints were designed to deliver a debilitating jolt if one were to try and force them open - a modification adapted to the rise in supernaturals and mutant occurrences within Isiria.

Two other officers moved in to hoist Next to his feet by his arms before they searched him for further weapons before leading him off towards the street outside where the police vehicles waited.

All in all about a dozen people had been detained this evening - Next and Everett among them.

The pair weren't alone in the back of the van and three others sat hunched and miserable within its confines including a young boy that couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen years old by the look of him. Unlike the bindings that Next wore, the other detainees hands were bound with little more than zip-ties.

The kid glanced side-long at Next a few times before he worked up the nerve to speak.

"What are you supposed to be?" he asked.

Men in combat armor was somewhat atypical of the streets of Arastel, and the foreigner's garb and armor were something the boy had never seen before outside of comics and movies.

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"Oh uh... Well my name is Next and I'm probably the worst kind of monster you ever meet." He growls at the kid jokingly, smiling under his helmet. "Nah I'm somewhat harmless and human. I wouldn't hurt you without a reason." He looks around at everyone else. "Everett... Hey you two okay?" He asks the child and Everett worriedly, not caring that they only had zip ties and he was in some sort of industrial taser hand cuffs. All Next can do right now is sit and listen to the two... May as well enjoy it.

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Everett looked up over at Next. "Yeah, I'm alright," he replies, his gaze following over to the kid. He was pretty bummed out, he had left the lights on at home. He huffed, praying that maybe he could escape, but with the guards on this thing, that was near impossible, well at least, without getting killed. Everett frowned, he wanted his guitar. He felt sick every time the vehicle hit a bump, he was not used to these kind of means of transportation. He tried to take his mind off it, but he couldn't, he was scared, and he couldn't believe he had gotten caught.

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There was a thundering boom followed by a series of audible pops.

The High-altitude EMP Dropped by the Aschen stealth ship would have effects on planetary proportions. As the Electromagnetic pulse passed through the city, lights, automobiles, computers, and anything else electronic would suddenly and abruptly fail. Perhaps one could attribute the cause to something the Government had done, or perhaps one could attribute it to something else.

All in all, it was a mystery as to why electronics had suddenly stopped working.

The setting changes from blackout-zone to Illumene City Police Station

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“You know something?” Jackson said from the front seat of the van, tugging down the bandana that he wore around his neck to a more comfortable position.

“Every time we do one of these busts, there are like, casting requirements. There’s always Poorly Dressed Bad Guy, Tatoooed And Dumb Bad Guy, Weaselly Lookin’ Bad Guy…”

"Dude, they're just a bunch of scared immigrants," McKendry replied as they turned a corner onto Ashton Street. The Police Station lay just head. "Never much liked this part of the job, you know?" he asked. "I didn't join the force to terrorize kids." He grunted.

Jackson arched an eyebrow. “Your problem, McKendry, is that you don’t know how to cut loose. I mean, fuck, don’t you love the gently wafting smell of a bunch of thugs shitting themselves when we blast through a door? Live a little!”

McKendry snorted. "I prefer when the people who are shitting themselves aren't -"

There was a thundering boom followed by a series of audible pops as an electromagnetic pulse swept the city. Lights, automobiles, computers, phones, all failed abruptly.

"Fuck me," McKendry grunted as he slammed on the brakes to avoid an oncoming car that had rolled out onto the street. The passengers in the back were rather abruptly thrown across the floor of the van as other police vehicles coasted to a stop as well. "What the hell was that?" he asked.

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“Bad news,” came the terse reply as the other cop wrenched his door open.

Racing around the van with one meaty hand stationed on his firearm, Jackson faced the double doors of the filled vehicle. He held out a hand to the other officers, waving them out of their cars as he tapped his walkie, frowning at the lack of signal. All at once, the city was dark - no office lights, no street lamps. What had once been a thriving, colourful swirl suddenly became an eerie, star-filled void.

“Keep them in the cars,” Jackson called to the other cops, frowning at the sky, “and watch out for overheads. I have a bad feeling about this.”

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Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Dayson Gorm Character Portrait: Jerry Jackson Character Portrait: John McKendry Character Portrait: Divine Confessor

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Dayson's place wasn't the one only being subjected to such measures. Similar shouts rang from other buildings in the neighborhood as the Illumene Police Department worked alongside the Aschen Marines and CPF officers. Lights were flicking on up and down the streets while officers ordered citizens back into their homes who had found their way out onto porches to see what was going on.

Several vehicles were parked alongside the road where a handful of citizens had already been detained and were being prepared for transport.

Not four houses down a police officer was speaking with a woman holding a small dog in her arms that was yapping its head off with its incessant barking.

"Ma'am, please go back inside and close your door," John McKendry told her. "This doesn't concern you or your family."

Once the woman had returned inside he sighed and made his way back down the steps towards the street where his partner was mingling with several other officers.

Flipping his flashlight on he looked at the papers in hand which had a list of names and addresses on them. It was going to be a long night.

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Next curls into a ball and forces his arms under his legs, getting his hands and cuffs in front of him, then sits back in his seat. "Well this sure is a rough ride." Chuckles and glares at his handcuffs, now worried about what could happen to these people and... Elf. If something bad happened and wondered if they could defend theirselves... They better be able to because he sure couldn't with these things. Was he going to be shipped off world today? Hopefully they would make it quick because usually where he goes bad things follow.

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Character Portrait: Next Character Portrait: Everett Avenell Character Portrait: Jerry Jackson Character Portrait: John McKendry

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Everett nods in agreement with Next, forcing a smile. His stomach ached and he longed to be home, but that obviously wouldn't happen. Every bump and screeching turn they made, made Everett cringe, he hated this. He looked down at his lap. "I hope the ride isn't much longer," Everett mutters to himself.

He looked around at the group that sat around him, some were sketchier than others, and some seemed rather average, but Everett knew that they all probably had some sort of awful story behind them. The nickname "haircut" stuck with him. Haircut. Ugh. He liked his haircut! Guess it didn't suit the officer's fancy. Hmff.

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Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Dayson Gorm Character Portrait: Jerry Jackson Character Portrait: John McKendry Character Portrait: Divine Confessor

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The lead CPF Officer paused a moment, with the Marine keeping his rifle trained on the man, the Officer lowered his pistol, and slid it into his holster before withdrawing a piece of paper.

"Are you Dayson Gorm?" The CPF officer asked, and of course, should the man answer in the affirmative, the CPF officer would continue.

"By Decree of His Shadow, you are to be immediately arrested for being a mutant, and processed at the nearest Imperial garrison." He said, approaching Dayson.

"Hands behind your back, any sudden moves and this soldier will open fire." The CPF Officer added.

Commotion echoing all throughout the Lakeside District, bright white-blue spotlights wandering the darkened streets, a single PCF Airfrigate loomed overhead.

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Dayson frowned. "Yeah, my names-" He was cut off before he could continue what he wanted to say. He tried to interrupt a few times. He moved his hands behind his back.

"I'm not a mutant... Can I at least get dressed?" Dayson did what the CPF Officer wanted. The last thing he wanted was to get shot. But he didn't want to end up outside in just his boxers.

"I'm sure this is some kind of mistake and I'm willing to cooperate if I can just get my clothes on first. Then we can sort this mess out." Most people could have used that to try and get a head start in running. Not Dayson though. He just wanted to get his clothes on and then he was fully willing to cooperate so that he could get himself out of whatever mess they thought he'd caused.

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The Officer scowled, and then moved to cuff the man, but not before taking out his baton and moving to strike Dayson across the kneecaps.

"Don't backtalk me Mutant!" The Officer shouted, as the Marine lowered his weapon, the CPF Officer moving in for another swing.

With a broad stroke, he moved to swing the baton a second time, aiming for the side, and then a third time backhand swing, aiming for the thighs.

"Teach you to backtalk your new Imperial Masters, Mutant!"

At last the robed Confessor moved into the room, the Marine too approached with a metal collar, but they waited for the officer to conclude his beating.

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One thing Dayson hadn't expected was to get beaten up. "Ouch!" He cried out "Stop!" Dayson's hands moved from behind his back to try and protect himself only to end up with him cuffed. The next two beatings resulted with Dayson on the floor trying to move away from the men that had so rudely entered his house.

He had no idea what they were talking about but the chaos wasn't just in his house. It was happening everywhere. His head was full of confusion. Screams and pain were traveling through him mingling with his own pain so that he couldn't tell if he was really in that much pain, or he was suffering other pain too.

"Stop. Please... I'm sorry... Can't we just work this out. I said I'd cooperate." Dayson told them, his eyes resting on the Marine that was carrying the collar.

What were they doing? What was that? And he spoke out again, voicing his thoughts. He couldn't read any of them and so all he could do was ask. "What's that thing for? Why are you doing this?"

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The Officer screamed, then swung once more with the baton. "I Said shut the frak up!" He barked, and shortly after the man shouted his order, there were several pops a few houses down. Some residents had been lined up on the wall of their house and shot execution style.

Holding the baton up, the Officer waited, and the Marine moved to place the collar around Dayson's neck. The Psionic inhibition collar would work quickly to provide painful feedback to empathetic and telepathic abilities. Should the Collar be affixed, the Confessor would press a remote, and the collar would send a painful shock through Dayson's body.

Affixing the collar to a metal pole, the Marine yanked on the pole, to drag Dayson from his bedroom. And once outside the sheer ferocity of the carnage would become apparent.

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Outside similar raiding groups were pulling 'Registered' People from their homes. Some resisted, some tried to fight back. One particular family within sight tried to keep the Aschen from taking their son, in a similar fashion.

They refused, the father reached for the Officer's rifle, trying to pull it from the man. A brief struggle ensued and the father was shot. A moment went by and the entire family was lined up and shot execution style with strange energy weapons. Green flashes of light dotted dark alleyways signifying executions all over the place.

The Officer moved to drag Dayson by his collar into a large van, throwing him in with a few other 'Registered' individuals. One of them made everything clear. Arastel had undergone some kind of alien invasion.

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Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Dayson Gorm Character Portrait: Jerry Jackson Character Portrait: John McKendry Character Portrait: Divine Confessor

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As soon as the collar was on Dayson (which he didn't put up a struggle with), he felt the shocks. He couldn't control his abilities. He didn't know how to just shut them off and stop them. "Argggggggggggggggh!" Dayson shouted as he spasmed with the shock that the Confessor gave him. And when he was dragged from the bedroom, that's what happened, he was pretty much dragged as he struggled to keep himself on his feet. But he managed to follow and outside he was shocked to see what was going on.

"Hey... you're murdering people!" Dayson managed to protest but he didn't struggle as he was thrown into the back of the van, several others also there.

"What's going on? What's happening?" He tried asking the others inside. "They're killing people out there."

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The Van started to move, slowly through the streets while the raid kept going on.

"Aliens man, we got invaded by aliens. They're human like us, but they worship this 'God Emperor' They're rounding up everyone with special abilities, mutants they call them." One of them said, a CPF Officer calling out.

"Shut up back there!" He called out, before he flipped a switch, filling the back with some kind of sleeping gas, Dayson and his other captives would likely quickly fall asleep.

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Character Portrait: Next Character Portrait: Everett Avenell Character Portrait: Jerry Jackson Character Portrait: John McKendry

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McKendry too got out of the vehicle just as a massive ship appeared in the sky overhead of the city. The bulk of the construct was immense and it blotted out the sun. At its arrival, the electronics within the city resumed their normal operations.

"Fuck me," McKendry growled. "Whatever that is, it can't be good. We need to get these people moved inside," he told Jackson as he made his way around to the back of vehicle to open the door.

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“You ain’t pretty enough, McKendry,” Jackson sniped back, his firearm levelled at the doorway.

“Listen up!” he barked, “All of you motherfuckers are going straight into the building - no funny business unless you want more ugly holes in your misbehaving, vagrant, offworlder asses. Single file, move it.”

Flanked by armed officers, the felons were marched through the station doors.

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In the darkened interrogation room, stripped of all furnishings, cosmetics, and general feelings of joy, Jackson sat, straddling a metal backed chair with his boots planted firmly on the steel floor. In front of him sat a plastic fold-up table, and across that table sat his Everett cuffed to his own metal chair.

On the wall high above the room’s occupants, a clock ticked; the only sound other than the faint buzzing of the overhead light that reached the men’s ears. Jackson didn’t say a word, just sized up his mark with dark grey eyes, squinting out from underneath a uniform, turned backwards cap.

The silence stretched for almost ten minutes before he spoke.

“So. On a scale of one to a sack of shit, where would you say you fit in? Ten being the sack of shit, obviously.”