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Slim

"Violah! Get down on the ground, no moving!"

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

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The Wing City Police Department, dedicated to protect and serve. One of the most formidable law enforcement agencies on the planet, considering the near limitless potential crime for a city on the crossroads of worlds.
A spacefaring race of troublemakers, criminals and vagrants.
When the original Polce Department shattered and shut down, there was briefly a time of lawless fear; until one woman stepped up and changed the roadmap. Starting anew with the Wing City Law Enforcement

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Age: 52
Height: 8'3
Weight: 112lbs
Occupation(s): WCPD Officer

Slim was once a criminal stuck on an Aschen prison planet with a sentence of sixteen years to life. It was shortly after his sentencing that he developed a plan to escape back into the galaxy.

Thirteen years in prison, smuggling in different parts to build a spacecraft underneath the dunes and it was nearly completed when a prisoner came his way, exposing his life's work to his keepers.

That prisoner turned out to be a WCPD officer, a very important one who helped him escape and after a time they bonded.

Slim is now a WCPD officer himself, with a whole league of encounters under his belt.

Officer Slim carries...

  • Homemade Gauss Rifle: Slim's own design.
  • Taser: Up to 20AMPS, jailbroken to lethal doses.

  • C.A.D.M.U
  • Re-enforced Impervium Handcuffs

So begins...

Slim's Story

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The alien entered the bar in a rather ordinary fashion for an strange looking person. If he was a person by anyone's standards was a mystery. Slim sat at the bar and started to help himself to the bar's collection of cups and alcohol.

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The alien tilted it's head at Bex. "Tough girl with nothing better to do in her time, you look like you're gonna get drunk and start fights. I think littleun' has reason to be afraid."

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A red optic flashed in the dingy and dark. The humans on Halla were the worst scum that could be produced; At least they could be trusted not to shank him in the mines, outside out of it though... Slim made a loud grunt. "Vior-hla." The alien shouted back in a savage sounding tone which when loosely translated meant 'I

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A red optic flashed in the dingy and dark. The humans on Halla were the worst scum that could be produced; At least they could be trusted not to shank him in the mines, outside out of it though... Slim made a loud grunt. "Vior-hla." The alien shouted back in a savage sounding tone which when loosely translated meant 'I'm coming'. Not that they spoke his language anyway.

Slim stepped out into the light. "Going home already?"

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The single eye formed a slit at Amril, two of the four limbs giving him a single finger salute. "Thanks, I guess, Foreman. I'd just get me thrown out, for a bunch of degenerate leather rebels, you're pretty judgmental, you're the only one who'd survive on Scylian planets. Foreman." Slim replied, lifting a nearby rock at the entrance and retrieving a dusty bag hidden beneath it filled to the brim with junk metal(hidden beneath the junk was a bunch of stolen minerals and tools from the mine.) the alien had scavenged.

Slim turned in the other direction, away from the town. "Don't follow me, Amril, I'll shank you and use your guts to feed my slimy young."

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Slim slunk low; muttering a swear under his breath and lowered the brightness of his red optic with a dial on the side of his jaw. The alien drew out a small metal pipe from the bag on his second set of shoulders, sneaking low and dashing across the distance on all fours. The alien was attempting to get close, hopefully, he would.

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The alien's first thought about this new stranger that he didn't look ready for what good old planet H would give him. Slim snuck behind the figure; reaching out a single arm to tap the human on the left shoulder. The paranoid alien bore metal teeth and swung the pipe at his head with well-mediated force; just enough to break conscious, not his skull. Hopefully, Slim wasn't experienced in not killing things.

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Big mistake. The cowboy should've fallen over. It would have made this easier. Randin's heel would hit a very hard metal head. The pipe went flying into the dirt and one arm flinched backwards; the alien hissing. The alien bent over and tried to headbutt Randin's forehead with all of it's might. Even if his skull was made out of metal, how'd you like to feel your brain-case rattled around.

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It only smudged the toughened glass casing. Slim really should've invested in those miniature windscreen wipers. The alien lifted one of his right leg high and went to drive it onto Randin's forehead with enough force to knock him out. He'd play silent attacker for now.

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The kick hit chitin with a loud crack, the blueish leathery skin underneath splattering the ground with light blue blood. Scythian's were relatively weak around the abdomen area, as skinny as it was. Slim screamed in pain and brought his leg down a second time in pure spite. The flesh-fucker was in for it now. "You owe me now, human." Slim hissed.

The alien's back arched and the blood begun to thicken around the damaged chitin, much like a coagulated blood that refuses to dry. The alien stepped back and adjusted it's backpack.

Slim went to grab the detective with his second set arms which were both longer and stronger than his frontal ones, they grabbed for his right foot and if they succeeded begin to drag him with Slim towards the alien's original plan.

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The hideout was set under a green tarp, which was in turn covered in eighteen inches of sand and dirt. Slim's broken spaceship laid beneath the tarp, an angular Aschen cargo transport with an irritated red splatter crossing out the Aschen Symbols and Lettering. Randin was tied to to a chair with duct-tape and rope looped onto each-other, a jug of purified water on his lap.

Slim however was clinging to the side of the ship, a welder in one hand and the other three clinging to the wing. There was a loud buzz and sparks, it was evident his desire to leave was mightier than keeping his prisoner tied up.

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The alien paused, pulling up the safety guard of the welder and turning the wheel slowly until the plasma drained from the battery and then threw it over his shoulder and jumped down the spaceship with a few agile jumps and landing with a soft thud on the sandy floor-tarp. The alien pulled the revolver from his hip-holster and strode over to his prisoner.

"Who the fuck are you?" The alien asked.

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"Because you're either Aschen or stupid." The alien spat back, crouching down to look him up and down, he'd already patted him down for weapons. "You know what planet you're on, right? I sure hope you do." Slim said, frowning, well, trying to anyway.

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"Join the club. Aschen and Terrans look the fuckin' same." The racism was shared it seems. The alien shrugged all four arms and started to pull the duct tape off. "Well, sorry for attacking you, Stranger. But this place is fucked and I wasn't taking my chances." Slim offered Randin a hand. "Slim. Sorry about the rough start. I hate the 'Empire' just as much as you, and I need some help." The alien finished, standing up.

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"Too crunchy." The alien replied, semi seriously. "I was worried you were some Aschen asshole here to find this ship and take it back." Slim replied, disposing off the tape and rope and gesturing towards it with his third thumb. "Crashed."

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Slim nodded, disappearing into the spaceship and throwing a ration pack over to Randin( Gravy and Steak flavor.) and dragging over a table with his second hands.

"So, what kind of politics?"

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"Someplace far away, Stole it, Terra. Probably, maybe, no fucking idea." Slim replied, shrugging at tearing into his ration nonchalantly.

"You?"

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"Engines are fucked. Been in the desert for a couple of months now, sand dried up all the fuel and I've been... Making my own." The alien gestured towards a sick looking lab set in the back covered by rocks, slowly transforming water into usable fuel. "You sounds like you fucked up, and you had to try. All I did was smile." The alien replied, leaning back against the ship.

"NO passports or anything?"

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The alien retreated into the bar from streets pouring with gunfire between the Aschen and Taiyou forces. Slim regarded the cat and the other girl with a scoff and ordered a drink, stealing two other drinks with his other hands.

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Slim awkwardly waved back with his fourth arm. "Hello." The alien replied with a gravely voice, going back to looking at the rows upon rows of alcohol.

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