The Law Dog (IrishWolf & wiccaangel311)
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				Title: <strong>The Law Dog (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 04:50:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/1600x900_20772_Frontier_Town_2d_sci_fi_concept_art_town_picture_image_digital_art_zpspo8aqhf2.jpg)</div><br>The holographic screen crackled and fuzzed, as Fredrik Hagerstrom, Chief of Police for Freud's Slip, tried to check on the approach of the maglev train. An annoyed, long suffering but unsurprised look crossed his weather worn face, as he gave the projector a slap, to see if that would clear up the picture. It didn’t of course, it wasn’t the equipment causing the problems but the environment. Either the wind was stirring up the fine sand of the region, up on the roof of the police station, which would affect the receiver up there or there was something up in the atmosphere, messing with the signal from Sane. <br><br>Glaring at the frozen image of what was suppose to be a live feed of current trains, the lawman shook his head, before shutting off the screen. Standing up from the desk in the foyer, he checked his uniform. Most of the time, Fredrik just wore civilian clothing, with his badge pinned on but with the promised arrival of new officers, he had chosen to wear the uniform of the Colonial Police; a tan long sleeved shirt, darker brown trousers, brown boots, a tactical belt around his waist and a tan field cap.<br><br>As the Police Chief went to leave, he paused and glanced at the two doors leading into the fort like police station, which had finally been built a few years ago. The first, set in the back wall of the foyer, went into the barracks, which was a large open room, or at least it was for a single man, plenty of space to move around the combination of bedroom, kitchen and rec room. The barracks also had&nbsp; a large locker, which served as an armory, along with a bathroom, nothing fancy, just a stall for the toilet and a spigot thrust through the wall, for a shower. When the Chief and the Mayor had raised the money to build the place, they had assumed that there would only ever be one police officer in town. <br><br>The second door, which was on the left, for anyone walking into the station, lead to the cells. There was a large cell, right off the door, which served more as a drunk tank or at least just someplace to hold trouble makers overnight. Further back were single cells, each designed with thick, solid walls, with a small window in the door. These cells would be used to hold criminals until transport to Sane could be arranged, for trial. <br><br>Normally, the mayor of Freud's Slip would come around in the morning, to let everyone out of the drunk tank. However, Fredrik couldn’t remember the soft buzz of the door alarm and it was his habit to check, before leaving to walk to the town. However, he wasn’t sure if he had the time today, as he was unable to check on the maglev. For a moment, he hesitated, before rolling his eyes, able to shake the feeling that he needed to take a look. Striding across the foyer, he pressed his thumb against the scanner for the door control panel. There was a sharp hiss, as the door slide open and he glanced inside. The lights were dim inside and in the gloom, sat a single figure, the last remainder of the nearly twenty he had dragged out of the bars and brothels. <br><br>“Special event Chief” asked the figure, in the voice of Travis Rhodes, a rather troublesome drunkard, who seemed to get himself arrested every time he came down from his claim. <br><br>“More of us fucking cops arriving” answered Fredrik, a mocking smile on his lips, as used at least one of the terms Travis had called him last night, “Why are you still in here?” <br><br>“That bitch of a Mayor left me in here” <br><br>“And I’m sure you were being a model citizen” replied the Chief, as he opened the cell, “Now get out of my town.” <br><br>“Fuck you Hag” <br><br>“Yeah yeah” said Fredrik, waving one hand, as if to shoo away the words, as he used his hand to firmly push the drunk out of the police station and into the street. Turning back inside, to activate the message hologram, just in case anyone needed to report a crime,&nbsp; he headed out. The sun beat down on the dusty, unpaved main road, without a cloud in the sky. Small dust clouds stirred with each step, adding to the heat waves rising from the hard baked earth. The only shade came from the stores, bars, brothels, fortress-like warehouses for the minerals being mined and sold, along with the bank. Hoverbikes hummed down the street, as other all terrain vehicles rolled along. Others rode beasts, native biped lizard like beasts or imported horses. <br><br>The Chief walked, stepping from shadow to shadow, until he reached the edge of the town. He could see the maglev station, maybe a ten minute walk in the heat and a rising cloud of dust in the&nbsp; distance, announcing an approaching train. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dog (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 03:04:54</strong>
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				Rookie Officer Danica Skylos had entire train car practically all to herself. The three other people headed to Freud's Slip were seated all the way in the back and would every now and then give her either a curious look or a rather hateful one. She was use to these looks as of late. The Thing about Dani was that she was a Canine Morph from the system of New Vega. A German Shepherd Morph to be exact. Had it not been for the Morph Freedom Act signed by the Intergalactic Congress not only 2 years ago, Dani would no doubt be a slave to New Vega Police Department. Doing whatever they want when they wanted.<br><br>However as luck had it 2 years ago Dani was one of the first Morph's to become a police officer herself. So when she graduated she was eager to get off her home planet and start somewhere else. Even if the place had been described as a wasteland of sand and heat. Dani was use to the heat New Vega had been a desert planet as well. The Panting she was doing now was just her way of cooling off. <br><br>As they approached Freud's Slip Station's Dani's Tail had started wagging. She double checked the uniform she had been given upon take off from New Vega. It was a short sleeve tan shirt that was slightly a little to tight around the chest. A pair of dark brown pants and black boots. She tied her sandy blonde hair back in a ponytail and made sure her badge was front and center over her right pocket. As the train slowed down she reached and grabbed her luggage which was really only one dufflebag that held everything she owned. When it came to a full stop she was the first one off the train and after the dust had settled she saw a man dressed in similar uniform she had been wearing. Hopefully he wouldn't look at her like some of the others were at the station already. <br><br>"You must be Chief Hagerstorm." She said. "Rookie Officer Danica Skylos at your service sir though you can call me Dani." She added as she stuck out her hand to shake his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dog (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>31-07-2015, 02:08:52</strong>
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				Fredrik really wasn’t sure what he should be expecting, as the mag train pulled into the simple station. The communications from Headquarters in Sane, had been brief about the new officer he was getting. Little more than confirmation that he was getting someone and a name. Of course messages were always short, either sent that way or getting scrambled by the dust. So it could have been that those responsible for sending him everything he needed to know, had done their job but the planet itself was preventing the fulfilment of that task. Like many others on Priri IV, he was left wanting more.<br><br>Still, he hadn’t expected who stepped off the train.<br><br>Now Hagerstrom wasn't a bumpkin living under a rock, even if he was living in a dustbowl. He had heard of Genomorphs before, almost everyone had, he had even seen some, on vids and holos before. There was talk of their kind across the planet. Almost every miner dream of striking it big enough that he could buy a ticket off the dry rock and buy himself one. The owners of bars and brothels across Priri IV always seemed to claim they were in the process of buying some to work at their establishments. Although such talk seemed more in doubt recently, as rumors of emancipation began to creep into the far reaches of the hot world, as new arrivals brought news of political dealings and court cases.<br><br>No, it was more that she was getting off at a backwater station, on a backwater planet. And he would have to admit, the vids and holos, didn’t hold a candle to see one in real life. A small admiring smile crept over his face, as he looked her over. For a moment, he thought one of the brothel or bar owners had gone and done it, bought a morph and was teasing him, having the girl arrive in a police officer’s uniform, the shirt tight enough around her generous bosom, to be fetishized and the badge drawing the eye right to her chest. But then something clicked in his brain, as she started walking towards him. The message from Head Quarters had said he was getting a K-9 cop, they couldn’t mean.....<br><br>But it appeared that they did. <br><br>He was going to kill someone at HQ for this. Oh it was funny, to be sure and he had to struggle a little not to laugh, when the lovely German Shepherd Morph introduced herself. He took Officer Skylos hand in his, which was weathered and callused from years on this dusty hell, squeezing just hard enough and giving a firm, welcoming shake. He was good with surprises, they didn’t knock him off his feet for long, which had saved his life on too many occasions to count.<br><br>“I am Chief Hagerstorm” said Fredrik, “Although most just call me Chief, Hag or swear at me. Welcome to Freud's Slip Dani.”
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