The Law Dogs (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 03:57:18</strong>
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				(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/1600x900_20772_Frontier_Town_2d_sci_fi_concept_art_town_picture_image_digital_art_zpspo8aqhf2.jpg)<br><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. The first, set in the back wall of the foyer, went into the barracks, which was a large open room, with enough beds and lockers for a half a dozen officers, although more could be housed there, if they were willing to double up or hotbunk. The barracks also had a reasonable kitchen facility and a large locker, which served as an armory, along with a bathroom, who’s shower could hold four people, along there weren’t any stalls, just spigots from the walls. There was also access to the roof and the cellar, where the generator and storage was. <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 Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 18:35:42</strong>
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				In one of the train seats near the back Gilda was laying on her side, already fast asleep, her legs kicking at odd intervals while her scarred and ripped up ear also twitched with the noises. If the Doberman girl didn't look like she was ready to geti into a street fight an smash a person's face in with a bottle then they might also hazard to say that she was actually kind of cute. Her uniform was loose fitting on her and already looked messy from the mutt rolling around constantly in her sleep. <br><br>It wasn't until the train shook, nearly pushing her off her spot, that she suddenly shot up awake, yawning loudly and stretching without a single care for if she was bothering anyone else in her car. Her mouth opened widely and exposed pearly white canines before she rubbed her mouth with one hand and then did the same to her eyes. It wasn't often that she had a good nap, but whenever she did Gilda was always woke up relaxed and refreshed. <br><br>She turned over to look at one of the others in the car dressed in their police uniform before speaking up with a faint bark. "Hey! Anyone here know about this town were heading to? It is a town right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 20:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Lang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sheriff Hagerstrom<br><hr><br>He couldn't believe his luck. Well was he lucky? Luckier than he could have been he supposed. After the incident, seeing the light of day again wasn't even something he would have gotten his hopes up about, but when you make yourself an asset, the government finds a way to keep you around, skirting and bending laws if they have to. That was why Marcus Lang, known throughout space as one of the top mercenaries and bounty hunters around, was here on this backwater planet. <br><br>They could have given him the death penalty, locked him up and threw away the key. But high profile wet work made an already valuable person like him indispensable. The top brass had a pretty good feeling nobody from Freud's Slip would be able to gun down Marcus. Piss him off maybe, but kill him? Small armies had tried and failed miserably. So they sent him to the Slip to let him work off his debt to society, which was basically him working for the Sheriff until the brass decided he could go free. It was funny how he went from contracting for the government, to being forced to work for them against his will. Funny how things changed.<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't really have too much of a problem with that since the alternatives were prison or death.&nbsp; And they let him keep all his gear, which was a bonus. So here he sat, soft music playing in his ear as he dozed in the train car. A particularly rough shake caused his eyes to snap open and in an instant his hand was in his coat reaching for the pistol within. Then he remembered where he was and sighed, relaxing and taking his finger off the weapon. Sitting up in his seat, he straightened out his duster and tipped his hat up higher on his head.<br><br>&nbsp;Looking around he saw two genomorphs; sexy dog girls who were dressed as law enforcement. He supposed that meant they'd be working together from now until his sentence was up. "Freud's Slip," he said as he crossed one leg over the other and looked at the girl asking about where they were going. "It's pretty much the definition of the wild west in our time. People stakin' mineral claims, saloons, general store, shootouts and nearly complete lawlessness...my kinda town."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 00:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom <strong>Mentioned:</strong> The others and Marcus Lang specifically.<br><hr><hr><br>The train softly shook as it sailed above the magnetized rails. The train car was sparsely crowded, telling her right away that not many ventured to this “Freud’s Slip.” There were a few cops obviously dressed, and one man she knew well not so much. He didn’t know that she knew him, but she did, and it slightly bothered her to think that such a man was probably being sent to the minute town to perform the same work as her. Nonetheless, she kept to herself, sitting a few seats ahead of the other genomorphs and alone as she preferred. Her hands were folded one over the other in her lap and cream Stetson tilted low over her face. However, it was her blouse that had the attention of two human vagrants. They were both dusty, looking as though they had crawled out of a hole in the desert.<br><br>“Ow, ow, owoo!” the male that sat in the same row as her howled. His hair was oily and damp with sweat and he smelled of black grass, a common and legal drug.<br><br>“Ruff, ruff, ruff!” came the other man who sat in the row across from his friend.<br><br>The two men continued their barking and howling until Sheya thought she would amuse them a little. A soft smile curled at the corners of her maw and raising her muzzle, a low, wolfish howl filled the cab, sending chills down their spines in a manner that had strangely aroused them. The two males grinned at each other before they saw her cry as an invitation to come over.<br><br>The oily one sat in front of her, and the other took the empty spot next to her. They were able to get a closer look at her then. Her black hair framed her face and bosom that hung in the hammock of her V-neck blouse. The collar had petal-like ruffles leading up her chest behind her neck and through the thin, cottony material that they could see the soft imprints of her nipples. A black waistcoat with silver, spiraling stitching hugged her waist below her breast and tight, pleather trousers embraced the curve of her hips and rode down her long legs into a pair of shin-high combat boots.<br><br>“What’s a gorgeous gal like you doin’ headin’ to a dump like Freud Slip for?” the man next to her questioned.<br><br>Sheya was a little intrigued that the men knew more about the place she was headed. “Are there not that many gorgeous gals there?”<br><br>The oily man’s brows shot upwards. “Definitely not that many, none like you. Are you friends with any of those girls there?”<br><br>Sheya slowly blinked her gleaming eyes and replied innocently, “I don’t know them.”<br><br>Good, she was alone. The males exchanged excited glances again.<br><br>“So uh…” the man next to her began. “Are you plannin’ on workin’ ‘round town? At a bar or somethin’?”<br><br>The train was slowing. Thank goodness she had made her stop.<br><br>“Maybe,” was all Sheya said before she stood.<br><br>The man that had been sharing her seat quickly moved out of her way as she turned to drag a tall, rectangular metal case that had been standing next to her out, and then turned to reach up and remove two smaller suitcases from the overhead bin. The men were watching her movements closely, and finding it amusing, she couldn’t resist toying with them. Once she got the suitcases down, she faced the aisle and bent over to set them down. Her puffy, curly tail flicked upward to reveal the apple swells of her rear. The pleather gripped her ass and outlined the camel toe beneath it in shimmering material. The men were frozen with paralysis as they gazed upon her backside unashamed.<br><br>Turning her head to peer past her hips, Sheya asked, “Can you boys help me with my luggage? It’s awfully heavy.”<br><br>Snapping out of their stupor, they quickly scrambled to get the suitcases from her.<br><br>“Yes, of course!”<br><br>“Sure!”<br><br>Straightening, Sheya smiled back at them, her raven hair tumbling from her shoulder. She slung the tall case across her shoulder and exited the train onto the platform. When the two men braced to lift her suitcase, their arms went taut and their faces became tense with effort.<br><br>“Urgh! Holy shit!” the oily man rasped as he managed to lift the case a foot off the ground. With both hands gripping the handle, he managed to quickly shuffle behind her.<br><br>“What the hell is she carryin’ in here?” the other man complained as he shuffled after him.<br><br>Sheya noticed a lone man at the station and raised her watch to input a few commands. A holographic image of a dirty-blonde man with a three o’clock shadow appeared floating above it. Grabbing the image to hold it secretly within her paw, she glanced down at it and then back at the man before her. His appearance had been slightly different than the photo the GPF had of him, but she was certain it was him: Chief Hagerstrom.<br><br>Another tap of her watch and the image vanished and the Akita gazed over her shoulder at the men who were looking tired and ragged from such a short walk.<br><br>“Thank you boys, but my employer is here,” she told them.<br><br>Squinting around the station, the oily man tensed when he noticed Chief Hagerstrom.<br><br>“Hagerstrom? What is he doing here?” he questioned in shock.<br><br>“Shit, do you think he knows?” the other man asked him.<br><br>“Shut up, let’s just get outta here.”<br><br>Without any pleasant goodbyes, the two rogues left her luggage and ran off. Sheya slowly arched a fine brow before she turned to walk over and effortlessly pick up her belongings.<br><br><em>It seems this Hagerstrom is pretty popular,</em> she thought before she walked over to meet with him.<br><br>“I had no idea that my employer was a celebrity,” she told him playfully. Setting down her suitcases, she offered him her paw and greeted, “Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart. And you are Chief Hagerstrom.”<br><br>She sounded so confident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 01:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shéya Reinhart <strong>Mentioned</strong>others<br><hr><hr><br>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 officers he was getting. Little more than confirmation that he was getting reinforcements and a list of names. 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.&nbsp; small admiring smile crept over his face, as he looked her over. From the way she was dressed, which was very pleasing to the eye, he didn’t doubt she was headed for one of the brothels or maybe a bar. Had the owner of one such business, finally done what he had claimed he would do? And then his smile fade, as he noticed the pair coming right on her heels (or perhaps paws might be the right word). He knew them, all too well and his features hardened into a stern mask of disapproval. <br><br>They were dealers, in legal and semi legal drugs and scammers. Fredrik had in fact, tossed them out of town, none too gently, over a dozen times over the last half a decade. They would drift around on the maglev, end up in a new town on the line and get kick out of there before repeated the process, often making their way back into a town, with the hopes no one would remember them. Well, he remember them and the pitiful squeals they had, the last time he had given them a good beating, before throwing them back on the train. <br><br>He was about to take a step forwards, ready to just toss them back on the train, when the pair spotted him and took off. The Chief might have gone after them but the wolf morph was walking right towards him, what appeared to be a confident look on her face, as she stopped right in front of him, set down her suitcases and offered her hand (paw) with an introduction, as Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart, the name and rank of one of his new officers. <br><br>He blinked, taken by surprise. This very lovely being was one of his new officers? While he had nothing against female cops, in fact he had met more than a few goods ones, she looked more like a brothel girl. besides, he was supposed to be getting a K-9........squad. Fredrik Hagerstrom was torn between laughing at the joke and a strong desire to strangle whoever thought they were a damn comedian, back at headquarters, as he noticed more Genomorphs getting off the train. A K-9 squad indeed.<br><br>“You are correct Lieutenant” said Fredrik, recovering and taking the offered paw in a strong grip, “I am Chief Hagerstrom, although most just call me Chief or swear at me.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 06:00:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/81/cc/81cc2185fead1bf0a671280ede2cf66f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Officer Danica Skylos<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom <strong>Mentioned</strong>Marcus Lang and Others<br><hr><hr><br>Dani's tail wagged as the train buzzed over the rails. She loved trains even though this was the first one she had ever been on one. She pulled her hair up and tried to resist the urge to open the window next to her. She looked out at the Barren land that looked more like a desert rather than any place for a town to be. She looked over to the other Genomorph who had been next to her and smiled. "I love trains don't you?" she asked trying to make some sort of friend. The other morph had simply been quiet and didn't answer. That was how most of the officers on their way to new destinations had been to Dani. She knew why of course, it was rather obvious to tell that Dani was rookie cop just out of training. For instance she wore her uniform almost exactly to regulation, which of course not many others did the longer they had been on the force. On top of that she had no rank markings or any such sort of thing. Most called her crazy for Volunteering to go out to Priri IV right out of the gate but Dani was top in her class back on New Vega and she was determined to prove she was just as good an officer as anyone else on the force. <br><br>Of course she hadn't expected Priri IV to be a total wasteland. "What Town exactly are we going to do you know?" She had asked the morph next to her but instead had been answered by the man across from her. He had been sleeping but I guess the last shake from the train had woken him up. Freud's slip he had told her a real Wild west kind of town. "Lawless huh well I guess that is why they called so many of us in." She said "It won't be Lawless for long at this rate." She added with a smile. <br><br>Finally it seemed the train had stopped and she hopped out of her seat grabbing her luggage. "Nice chatting with you." She said to the man before she made her way off the train. When she got off the station she noticed another Morph who looked to be part wolf. Dani had heard about those kind of morphs they were said to be extremely tough. Dani looked to the man next to her and noticed he had on a Chief's Badge she dropped her luggage and put out her hand. "You must be Chief Hagerstrom." She said as she shook it. "Rookie Officer Danica Skylos reporting for duty Chief, though you can just call me Dani." She said with a smile and a wag from her tail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 15:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Bianka Saint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Frederick Hagerstorm <strong>Mentioned:</strong> All Others<br><hr><hr><br>The Saint Bernard who made even the Irish Wolfhound in the train car look about average sized sat at the back, just off to the side of the window, and spent the trip in quiet, always facing the rest of the car.&nbsp; Wasn't always awake, but she was always facing forward, as if scanning the people all around it.&nbsp; Bianka was indeed doing that, trying to observe, learn, get to know who was here... and whom she'd be working with.&nbsp; So far, things were looking... she favored the word 'interesting,' and it certainly was better than some assignments she'd been packed into an APC and sent barreling across the land with.<br><br>The wolfhound... girl looked downright uncomfortable, from what she could tell it was with her clothing.&nbsp; Not uncommon in Bianka's experience; their canine natures could be stronger or weaker depending, and she herself liked being bare even.&nbsp; The skirt though made her chuckle quietly; girl hadn't gotten pants with a tail-hole, she'd bet anything.&nbsp; Girl was almost as big as her though, which was impressive.&nbsp; Almost as big though, not quite as 'wide,' and likely wasn't so dense she couldn't properly swim without <em>tremendous</em> effort like she.<br><br>The doberman... this girl made her huff.&nbsp; She'd seen messy soldiers, but this girl was outright undisciplined!&nbsp; Bianka figured she'd have her work cut out with her, keeping her in line.&nbsp; With any luck she could learn, 'specially since she still looked young enough to learn easy.&nbsp; After all, she wasn't quite an 'old dog' like she was, and she guaranteed every canine in the car had heard that old human adage...<br><br>The akita... well if this wasn't a bitch she wanted to get to know better, then there likely wasn't one in the universe.&nbsp; That body, that <em>howl</em>... glad she was sitting in back; her pants had gotten a tad <em>tight</em> at her.&nbsp; She just hoped she wasn't all looks, but then again she was more concerned about having to train the doberman; at least she seemed to have her shit together.<br><br>The german shepherd... girl was a pup, plain and simple.&nbsp; Made Bianka feel old just <em>looking</em> at her, the aged in her grinning at the refreshingly energetic youth, the veteran in her groaning at the greenness that exuded from her in palpable waves.&nbsp; She'd have to make sure she stayed alive long enough to figure this shit out...<br><br>As the train ground to a halt peacefully, Bianka let out a short 'ruff' and stood, not bothering to stretch yet (there wasn't much room to do so).&nbsp; She grabbed her two bags - large soft military cases - and her long hard case that held her 'baby', and promptly made her way off.&nbsp; Off and over to where she could grab the <em>rest</em> of her luggage; two more large, <em>heavy</em>, hard cases clearly military in nature.&nbsp; The bags and her rifle slung over her shoulder, she got a heavy case in each arm and seemed to be carrying them with minimal effort off the platform.&nbsp; Her size was <em>clearly</em> not for show.<br><br>As she made her way, at least two of the other police-dogs were stopping in front of a man, a man that she recognized.&nbsp; Aha, this was the Chief, excellent!&nbsp; Not bad looking for a human, and a male, looked the authoritative part too.&nbsp; She liked that; Bianka wouldn't have been able to stand it if the man didn't have any confidence or authority, what kind of leader was that supposed to be?&nbsp; Grinning - a strangely toothy endeavor for the St. Bernard - she promptly made her way way over to the man, and when it finally came time to introduce herself... she dropped the two heavy cases to the ground - she could have swore the cases caused the ground to crack a little - and immediately belted out two loud, deep barks in rapid succession.&nbsp; Immediately with the rest of her gear the tank-top clad woman in fatigues and boots snapped into a crisp, clean, effortless salute to one's superior.&nbsp; She'd been doing this a long while.<br><br>"Sir, Captain Bianka Saint, retired Captain, Terran Planetside Defense Forces!&nbsp; Combat Engineer MOS, CQB Master Instructor and Range-Master!" she belted out authoritatively, disciplined. "It's a pleasure to meet you Chief Sonovabitch!"<br><br>After a dead moment, her stern expression broke into a grin that sloshed the contents of the small barrel around her neck, but she held the salute.&nbsp; Clearly her hearing wasn't any diminished after firing literally countless rounds on target and down-range.&nbsp; She also clearly had a sense of humor, and hoped the Chief did too (which considering his comment about what he was called, she figured it was a safe bet).
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 17:13:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Lang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sheriff Hagerstrom, Darci, Danica, Open<br><hr><br>He nodded slowly toward the Irish Setter Genomorph who had a very clear back home accent and introduced herself as Darci. She figured he was going to be a Deputy, and she figured right. "Nail on the head, miss. They figured a guy like me was a pretty good fit for a place like this. And I hate to admit they were right...but they were right," he said with a short exhale of breath as he looked out at the vast expanse of dull rushing past them. "Name's Marcus Lang, by the way. Good to meet you, Darci." <br><br>He didn't appear to be doing much aside from sitting there, but his eyes were scanning the car for all the information he could find. Aside from himself, there were a few other folks in here, although none of them interesting aside from the Genomorphs he was told he'd be working with. There was Darci, the one who'd talked to him at first whose name he still didn't know, and a third with them. And then there were two more scattered about that he didn't get to talk to yet.&nbsp; "Heh. I like your enthusiasm, miss. But places like this...they don't get cleaned up. Just...less bad. I've seen it plenty of times. But the fun's gonna be in tryin' to get it that way I figure."<br><br>&nbsp;And finally the two guys who were starting to mess with one of the dog girls. At least they were bold. He scanned one, and nearly recoiled with how much black grass was in the guys system. Did he eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? They started howling like dogs, before she howled right back and they decided to join her at her seat. As the train slowed to a stop, he nodded to the two ladies he'd talked to and stood up.<br><br>&nbsp;He pulled a duffel bag off of his seat and slung it over his shoulder, then pulled out a double tiered, massive chrome case that needed hover tech so it wouldn't fall apart under it's own weight. His very own portable arsenal. "Same to you, ma'am. I'll see you on the other side." With his luggage ready, he went to the bathroom and took a quick piss before gathering his things and heading out; he'd been holding that for four hours. <br><br>Lazily striding over to the small group, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it after sticking it in his mouth. "Damn, Sheriff. You look like, shit. Guess it's about time they sent you a team, huh? Recently appointed Deputy Marcus Lang, at your service. Brass probably sent word about me, but if not, here." His eye flashed red and a file was downloaded directly to Hagerstorm's personal data unit. "It's all there." He stood calmly, wondering how many here knew who he was, and how they'd treat him because of it. How many here had heard of the exploits of the "Black Death" as he'd come to be known over the years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 00:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Dani, Marcus Lang, and Bianka.<br><hr><hr><br>The Chief had a strong grip and a friendly personality. The welcome was warm, and as other officers approached to greet their employer there was one in particular whose scent could have made her maw wrinkle over like a rotten fruit.<br><br>“Nice to meet you, Chief,” Sheya greeted before she leaned down to grab her luggage and moved to stand next to Dani so that she wasn’t standing next to the <em>Tin Man</em>. The rookie reminded her of herself when she was fresh to her unit. She was excited to do amazing things, and while reality wasn’t always amazing in the sense she had imagined, despite the hardship she faced on certain jobs, she never regretted her decision to follow her guardian into the GPF.<br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted when a hulking hound stepped before the chief and dropped her luggage full of who-knows-what, but it made a loud bang on the ground. Her black ears naturally perked when the St. Bernard barked and began her energized introduction. She had quite the resume, though she’s been around those officers who were all talk. Telling by the genomorph’s size, she didn’t doubt her too much. She was glad to have such a beast on their side. At her remark to Hagerstrom, Sheya looked away and raised a paw to her muzzle to stifle the soft giggle that had escaped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 02:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shéya, Dani, Darci, Marcus Lang, and Bianka.<br><hr><hr><br>It seemed like shaking the hand of the first Genomorph, opened the floodgates. Before the Chief had even released the Lieutenant’s hand, a second female morph was standing besides her, hand outstretched and introducing herself as Rookie Officer Danica Skylos. Even with several piercings, running long her nose and muzzle, this one, a German Shepherd, look more like a police officer, then the first. To start with, she was in uniform of the Colonial Police, although most officers, outside of Sane and special occasions, didn’t wear their uniform but it made the new arrival look more professional. <br><br>Shaking Dani’s hand and letting her step back, Fredrik looked up to see a third Genomorph stepping up and he did have to look up. This one was an Irish Wolfhound and she had at least a couple of inches on him. She seemed about halfway between the rookie and the Lieutenant, in her manner of dress, wearing a uniform top, although it seemed to strain to contain her bust and a civilian skirt. However, the rifle she was holding, looked deadly. Her accent was strange but then again, every other person on the planet had a strange sounding accent and hers was close to a couple he had heard before. There had been a group from New Éire, if he remembered correctly, who claimed their founders came from an old nation state back on Earth, called Ireland maybe. He wasn’t sure enough to make a bet. <br><br>However, his thoughts on the accent were disturbed by a loud crash. Turning slightly, Hagerstrom found himself looking at a giant morph. While they match in height, this Saint Bernard outmassed him, by at least double, if not more. One of his eyebrows arched slowly, as the big morph snapped into a proper military salute, introducing herself as Bianka Saint, with a long list of qualifications and an insult. For a long moment, he just looked at Bianka, his face unreadable, even as a human male joined the group and introduced himself. <br><br>“That Captain Saint” Fredrik finally said, voice level, “Is unacceptable and I have higher expectations for any officer serving under me. I have been called much worse by children in town, you’ll have to do better in the future.” <br><br>A faint smile cracked his weather worn and scruffy face, before he turned to look over at Marcus Lang, even as his data unit buzzed slightly in his pocket. In truth, he hadn’t been told a thing about the man, so he wasn’t sure why he would need extra information about an officer. However this hinted at something he would have to look into, at least once everyone was settled in. He wasn’t going to ignore everyone standing in front of him, just to read whatever it was he had been sent. <br><br>“Welcome to Freud's Slip everyone” said Hagerstrom, “I’ve been the Chief of Police and sole police officer here for seven years. I don’t know where you taught to uphold the law but I promise you, you still have a lot to learn out here. The law is rather loosely defined and so is enforcing it but I can tell you, before you’ve been here a week, someone will try to kill you.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 02:55:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Bianka Saint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Frederick Hagerstorm <strong>Mentioned:</strong> All Others<br><hr><hr><br>"Yes sir!" was her response, still grinning, and a moment later quietly easing herself out of the salute, busying her hands once more with her heavy cases.<br><br>Bianka was a tad surprised; she figured this was purely canimorphs that'd be working with him now; the tall male from the train was working with them too?&nbsp; He seemed jumpy, too aware, traits Bianka recognized.&nbsp; Must have seen some shit.&nbsp; Still alive though, which was a good sign.<br><br>As for the introduction... Bianka let out a short 'ruff' at the end of it, bemusement the assumed emotion behind it.<br><br>"A week?&nbsp; Here I thought I'd be bored after retiring out here..." she muttered as her smile became more of a grin, flexing her arms and lifting the cases she held. "Would a qualifying or re-qualifying test be in order to demonstrate our abilities?&nbsp; I could assist in facilitating such once I have a safe place to stow my gear and get my 'girls' out."<br><br>By 'girls' of course she meant her guns... the ones that shoot small hard-cored slugs at high velocities on-target until it either stopped moving or stopped looking intact.&nbsp; Her other guns were already flexing, and her other 'girls' were easily discerned given their size and the tank-top she wore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 04:00:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/8f/b8/8fb84a9fd760a28fedf1d586dee2116b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All.<br><hr><hr><br><em>‘Jeeze, what crawled up her ass</em>?’ Gidla thought bitterly to herself as she looked over at the large St. Bernard who looked more fur than body. As much as she didn't mind being in the background and not having to do much, the slacker Doberman couldn't help but admit that she felt a slight hint of jealousy within herself as she saw the others getting more attention than she was. Her docked tail and ears moved in ways that expressed how she really felt and she had half a mind to shove herself in the middle of them all just to get some attention. <br><br>Instead though she remained at the back of the group, arms crossed and ears pinned back as she looked almost impatient and like she wanted to be anywhere else but the trainstation. "So when do we get to beat up guys and lock them up? Can I bite them?" she asked, looking as if she would have been wagging her tail, if she still had hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-05-2015, 01:04:55</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Others<br><hr><br>"Hey, fuzzball?&nbsp; This's yer stop.&nbsp; Might wanna wake and shake it."<br><br>Belle yawned, opened one eye, regarded the not-quite-teenaged boy rocking her by one hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; His voice was soft, tinged with worry, and as she shook herself out of a light snooze, she decided that he was probably trying to be helpful.&nbsp; Sitting up, she glanced out the narrow window of the carriage she'd taken for the trip out.&nbsp; The lack of view didn't bother her much, as she'd meant to catch up on her sleep.&nbsp; Changing to match local time was more of a challenge than she'd expected, for several reasons, and she still felt a ton of shiptime lag weighing on her.<br><br>"Thanks, kid."<br><br>"You with the other K9 troopers?"<br><br>"Probably."&nbsp; She stood, stretched, yawned more widely.&nbsp; "Yeah, I think so.&nbsp; That's the idea.&nbsp; Why?"<br><br>"Uhm, 'cause the Sheriff's already talkin' to a bunch of Jennies on the platform.&nbsp; So you might be late.&nbsp; I woulda gotten you earlier, but..." He shrugged, smiled apologetically, hastened away before she could ask him to help with her bags or directions or any of another zillion little tasks that a Human traveler might expect.&nbsp; She noticed, sighed internally, lifted her admittedly hefty milspec duffle bag up on one shoulder and stepped off the train, head turning this way and that as she sniffed the air, sneezed at the tang of unfamiliar scents, and cast about for...<br><br>Ah.&nbsp; That would be the rest of the unit, right over there.&nbsp; So thataway she went, doing her best to seem unhurried and unworried.&nbsp; Time enough to figure out what sort of Hume the See Oh was.&nbsp; Her bright eyes flickered over the others, studying them as she approached.&nbsp; And as happened all too often, she found that her tail, the bane of her attempts to act calm, cool, and composed, started wagging in artistic appreciation for the beauty set before her.<br><br>Not the best and most professional front she could put up, by a long shot.&nbsp; Then again, she wasn't in uniform and what little military bearing she'd had in the first place had worn off almost two years ago.&nbsp; Oh, well.&nbsp; As it was her worn and faded flannel shirt, baggy denim trousers, and scruffy jump boots didn't really make her look like she was so much a law-dog as a <em>vaquera</em> from an ostrich ranch or something!<br><br>The Sheprador carefully set her bag down again as she stopped at one end of the loose line and waited for the Sheriff to finish his comments.&nbsp; Her head tilted to one side as he mentioned that he heard worse insults than "Chief Sonuvabitch" from the children, and that they'd have to do better.&nbsp; Blinking, she fought the impulse to raise her hand as if seeking permission to ask a question...<br><br>Only to find, against her better judgment, that her hand was indeed up in the air.&nbsp; And her tail was wagging a bit more.<br><br><em>Oops</em>.<br><br>Well, just blurting it out would risk getting between that big, butch, beautiful Bernard and the saucy Doberman who were getting along just famously, and that was something Bella didn't particularly want to do right at this moment.&nbsp; And Humes could be touchy about Genes and Jennies that didn't act appropriately polite, or so she'd heard.<br><br>Once recognized, she cleared her throat.<br><br>"Bella Cheyenne, Chief.&nbsp; Medic, Second of the Fifth Territorials, New Houston...you want us to insult you, so long's it's creative?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 01:00:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/81/cc/81cc2185fead1bf0a671280ede2cf66f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Officer Danica Skylos<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><hr>Dani listened as all the other Morphs started arriving. There was the large St. Bernard who was apparently a retired Captain. Then there was akita, who was now standing next to her. Dani had overheard the chief call her a Lieutenant. that was already two officers who had no doubt way more experience then she did. There was a Wolfhound morph whose height alone was intimidating even compared to Captain Saint, also the A doberman appeared later and judging from her pinned back ears she wasn't up to being to friendly. Last but not least came on another morph who on Dani first impression was some sort of Lab mix. Bella as she called herself seemed friendly enough and Dani couldn't help but giggle a little as she watched the lab's hand go up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 01:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Lang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sheriff Hagerstrom, Darci, Danica, Open<br><hr><br>One of the skills you learned being a bodyguard, hitman, assassin, mercenary, and every other job title he'd had was how to read body language and subtle hints people gave off. Well that was even a necessary skill to have to know that Sheya as she'd introduced herself had some problem with him. Well that was fine as long it didn't keep him from doing his job and eventually getting out of here. He half wondered just what it was about him though. <br><br>There was any number of things he could have done to her or someone she knew, but he'd never know until she brought it up.&nbsp; He couldn't help but snicker when Hagerstrom informed them that not only had he been here alone, but no matter where they were from, they had a lot to know about keeping the law here in Freud's Slip. The part that really made him laugh was when he said before the week was out, someone would try to kill them. <br><br><em>Bring it on,</em> he thought. All he needed was a reason, and in a place like this, he was sure he'd be getting plenty. "I doubt we'll have a shortage of exciting moments as long as we're here. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it. Wanna see what the local talent has to offer." He'd fought with people across the galaxy. <br><br>From the Arachnoid Tribal Warriors of Reclusia to the lizard men from Ssithis and the technologically advanced Vortigaunts. Some hilbillies with light rifles would be a fun change. Turning to the doberman girl, he shrugged his shoulders at her question, but was sure Hagerstrom had a real answer. "Maybe we'll get lucky today. Sheriff takes us to the saloon and we see a brawl start up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 03:24:09</strong>
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				"-ther one?" Maxi came awake to the sound of guy's voice next to her seat. She stretched and looked over at the train attendant with her eyes squinted.<br><br>"Where are we, laddie?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked around the train, surprised to see the car was now empty. "E'eryone already gone?"<br><br>"Yeah." The guy eyed her nervously. "We're at Freud's Slip. Everyone else just got off a couple of minutes ago." He pointed towards the end of the train. "If you're here with the other dogs, they're talking with the sheriff now."<br><br>She nodded and grabbed her bag. "Thank ye." She nodded and headed off the train. She walked up behind the rest of the genomorphs that had been on the train with her. "Sorry I'm late. One of those seat springs was digging inta mah back just the right way an' I dinna really wanna wake up."<br><br>She looked over at the human standing in uniform in front of the group. "Ye must be the boss. I'm Maxi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 23:15:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shéya, Dani, Gildai, Bella, Maxi,&nbsp; Marcus and Bianka.<br><hr><hr><br>There was a grin on Fredrik’s face, a mixture of amusement at the answers coming in after his little welcome speech and the knowing look of a veteran, when faced with eager recruits. Some of them, Marcus and the big Saint Bernard, seemed happy at the prospect that violent criminals would try to kill them, while one of the morphs in the back, she looked like a Doberman, voiced a question about biting someone, even as a couple of latecomers slipped off the maglev, as it prepared to leave the station. <br><br>His attention went first to Bianka, as she suggested testing the qualifications of those who had been sent out into desert town. Truthfully, he didn’t care much about just how qualified any of them were, he had never asked for skills, when he had deputized those willing in the past. However, getting something cobbled together, like a range, to keep skills sharp or allow those unskilled in firearms, to work on them, would be nice and if the powerful looking Saint Bernard wanted to take responsibility for that task, he’s let her. However, something caught in his mind, from her little proposal. <br><br>For a moment, he looked at her with a slightly arched eyebrow. She wanted somewhere to stow her gear and get her girls out. Unless she was carrying about some female friends or children in those cases she was carrying, the only other things he had heard women refer to as girls, were their breasts. While she did look to have an impressive pair, he wasn’t sure just what her tits would have to do with police skills, unless she planned on smothering someone into submission or mesmerizing someone into confessing. <br><br>Although she was ex-military, maybe she meant guns, either way, it would be interesting to see at the station. <br><br>“I don’t think any testing” said the Chief, “Will be required Captain Saint, however, no doubt you have all had a long trip. It might be nice to have somewhere to refresh one’s skills. If you're interested in setting that up, I think we can work out something.” <br><br>Skipping the Doberman for moment, he went next to one of the late arrivals. She was a little on the shorter side and he couldn’t put his finger on her breed but she did cause his slightly mocking grin to turn into a amused half smile, as she stood there, tag wagging and hand raised, waiting for him to call on her, as if this were a classroom. He nodded to her and found that there was another former soldier among the new police force and a medic to boot. Which was a relief to be told. There was a doctor of sorts in town but Fredrik wasn’t sure of the man even had a fake medical license. It would be nice to have someone with at least some schooling on treating injuries to the body. <br><br>“I don’t care really Bella” he answered, “If you're polite or insulting. However, if your going to be insulting, it had better be creative. I’ve heard everything the local grade school dropout have to call him and it gets boring.” <br><br>Before he could get back to the Doberman, another morph called out from the back of the group, an introduction. The Cheif glanced at her, she looked like some sort of pit bull or at least from the breeds that get lumped together as pit bulls. He gave her a nod, both to acknowledge that she had spoken and to acknowledge that she had correctly guessed who he was. With everything else out of the way, he looked back at Gilda, although he didn’t know her name at this point. <br><br>“Feel free” said Fredrik, “To bite any suspect you want, if you really want that sort of taste in your mouth. Unless you're hauling someone out of a brothel, there's a very good chance they haven’t bathed in at least a week, a very sweaty, filthy week. As for when, well lets get all of you settled in the station first.” <br><br>He glanced up at the sky, as the large sun neared it zenith. To most humans or morphs, especially those from Earth herself, the hour would be noon. However, Priri IV had a twenty-eight hour day, so it was closer to fourteen hundred, as most on the planet used military time, as it was easier then trying the awkward thirteen or fourteen o’clock. Turning, he waved his hand for them to follow him and headed back towards the town. Almost everyone was getting off the street ahead of them, not because they feared the approaching body of law enforcers but because no one wanted to be in the midday heat or the intense spike that would follow in the next three hours. <br><br>Most of the citizens, at least those still outside or near windows, paused to look at the new arrivals. Most were like Hagerstrom, never having seen live Genomorphs before, just pictures, vids and trids of them. No doubt, at least for a couple of days, there would be rumors that the Chief of police was as corrupt as the mayor, skimming off funds, until he had enough to buy himself a harem of morphs. Of course, those who love rumors would ignore the fact, that if the Chief had enough money to by that many morphs, that he would have had enough to leave this town and live happily somewhere else. <br><br>Not everyone was gaping or hustling inside though. Just ahead of the little party, two men burst through the door of one of the many bars in town. There were more bars and brothels then houses, stores, banks and warehouses combined. The two drunkardly punched at one another for several seconds, ignoring everything and everyone else, as the police came to a stop, the Chief just watching, until there was a flash of steel. One had pulled a knife. <br><br>Without a word, Fredrik took a few long stepped forwards and threw a punch of his own. His first sailed right past the face of the second drunk and slammed into the nose of the knifeman. There was the loud crunch of breaking cartilage, as the man was pitched backwards, the back of his head smacking against the support of the overheard porch. Limply, the man dropped the knife and slumped down, dazed, with blood running down his face. The second man, stared for a moment, before his drink addled mind realized just who had stepped into the fight and the fact that Hagerstrom arrested both parties in a fight, suddenly came to mind. The drunk turned, starting to run, right towards the morphs.<br><br>“Get him someone” said the Chief, as he picked up the knife. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>04-06-2015, 01:34:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Bianka Saint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Frederick Hagerstorm, Marcus <strong>Mentioned:</strong> All Others<br><hr><hr><br>Well, seemed everyone was here.&nbsp; What an interesting bunch.&nbsp; Bianka certainly wasn't about to be bored, and it seemed she had her first (optional) duty: build them a range for keeping up their firearms!<br><br>"I can get a range up and running ASAP, a CQB course might take longer unless there's a building I can re-purpose," she informed her superior happily. "And a small shop.&nbsp; Gunsmithing is a hobby of mine."<br><br>It was getting hot though, and they were getting moving.&nbsp; Wasn't too hot, but she was a big dog, and not exactly short-haired.&nbsp; At least she had sweat glands; she felt nothing but pity for those canimorphs whom didn't.&nbsp; Hauling her heavy load of gear, her eyes kept sweeping back and forth as they went, a well-rewarded force-of-habit.&nbsp; She'd feel better if she didn't have her guns in her gear, personally, but so far didn't seem they had much threat, more... curiosity.&nbsp; Curiosity was a good word for it.<br><br>Oh, but speak of the devil (whatever that was) and he shall appear.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately locked on, watching, waiting to see-<br><br>"Knife!" she grunted, dropping her gear with a heavy thump, and was about to move forward to intervene when the sheriff did so, spectacularly in her opinion.&nbsp; Still left one more. "Got him!"<br><br>She was big, certainly not built like some greyhound for speed; she was a powerhouse, a working dog, after all.&nbsp; As the man closed in however, Bianka was granted the opportunity to demonstrate she certainly wasn't slow, not by a long shot.&nbsp; Drunks were slow and slower to react, made it easy to simply get in his way, grab his clothes, lift, spin, get him off his feet, and send him bodily into the ground.&nbsp; It would hurt.&nbsp; It would hurt alot, but not to the drunk nearly as much as when she'd make sure to put her knee into his back with a firm grasp on his arm to restrain him.&nbsp; Made sure to growl a bit, to get the point across that he should <em>behave</em>.<br><br>"Marcus, right?" she glanced up towards the other human of their little posse. "Got anymore prophecies for us?&nbsp; Or duct tape?&nbsp; Cuffs aren't exactly what I'm used to carrying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-06-2015, 04:50:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Deputy Marcus Lang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train &gt; Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hagerstrom, Bianka <br><hr><br><br>He was mostly quiet at this point, but let out a laugh when Hagerstrom said what he was thinking about. People in this town were on average far more dirty than they were clean. And dogs had really descriptive taste buds. If she bit one, she might try to finish the job just because the poor SOB insulted her sense of taste and leave a slime trail on her tongue. When Hagerstrom looked up at the huge sun in the sky of this forsaken rock they all stood on, Marcus followed his gaze. <br><br>There seemed to be a quickly moving pattern covering one of his eyes as his internal clock adjusted itself for the current time. He didn't even need a watch. After that, the Sheriff gestured for them to follow, and they all did, trailing him back toward town and the Sheriff's Office which would be their new home for the foreseeable future. Along the way, his eyes scanned the area, pointing out to him a layout of the town so he could see approach and escape routes, alleys, places that could be used as hiding spots or for sight lines. Funny how this stuff worked just as well in law enforcement as it did contract work. The people were going inside, and the temperature gauge on his HUD explained why. <br><br>That big ass sun floating over them was making it as hot as...shit he'd just gotten here and he was already thinking up countryisms. It was just fucking hot. As the rather large and well armed(with guns or natural weapons) group got closer to their destination, two drunks exploded out into the middle of the road. It was like a shitfaced showdown, only they didn't have guns. Lucky for them too; probably would have shot their own toes off or something. He had a good laugh at that, until one pulled out a blade. Bianka shouted the danger and Hagerstrom stepped forward. In a flash Marcus' gun had cleared it's holster and was aimed to wing the guys hand.<br><br>&nbsp;But Hagerstrom impressed him by decking the drunk and breaking his nose in the process. The guy was quick to hit the ground, and his "friend" suddenly sobered up enough to run, but not enough to run well. And run he did...right into the sexy wall of muscle that was Bianka. Almost as fast as the Sheriff had dropped Drunk #1, Bianka had #2 pinned to the ground, dazed, and confused. He clapped slowly for both of them, clearly impressed with their skills and abilities.<br><br>&nbsp;Then tilted his head to the side when Bianka asked him for prophecies and duct tape. "Heh. I wouldn't call em' prophecies...I'm not <em>that</em> arrogant. Let's say they're lucky predictions. And my next one would be...next time we come across a disturbance, it won't be two drunks that can barely stand up. Next time we'll need to be on our guard. Places like this? They like to <em>test</em> the new guys from time to time. And aside from our Sheriff, that's everyone here."<br><br>&nbsp;As for the duct tape well..., he slammed his fist onto the large box he'd brought, and a compartment popped open. He reached inside and pulled out a small bar of metal. He twirled it in his fingers and showed it to Bianka like he was actually going to use it. Then after closing the compartment, he walked over and kneeled down. Gripping it with both hands, he bent the metal around the guys wrists like makeshift cuffs. <br><br>"Started usin' these pretty early on when I was bounty hunting. A lot harder to slip out of than cuffs, and pretty much impossible to break without a loooooota power." Even though it was clearl she didn't need the help, Marcus assisted Bianka lifting the perp to his feet so they didn't have to drag him all the way back to the station. He thought about cuffing the other guy but after that punch, he doubted he'd be trouble. Hell he doubted he'd be fully conscious for at least a few minutes. "Hot damn; not even ten minutes and we're already havin' fun. I might just learn to like it here, you guys."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 05:13:44</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br><strong>Location:</strong> Station --&gt; Marshall's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Others<br><hr><br>"Creative cussing only, roger."<br><br>Belle nodded, lowered her hand, waited for the others to get their own two bits in (or not, as the case might be).&nbsp; While she didn't respond verbally, she did make a sort of disgusted junior-high student noise when the See Oh mentioned biting someone who hadn't bathed in a week.<br><br>The looming sun didn't seem to bother her much, as if she was used to the heat, and she responded to the avid curiosity of onlookers by counter-gawking...ears up, tail wagging, checking out everyone and everything with a sort of puppylike intensity that gave the impression that her elevator might not reach the top floor.<br><br>The brawl, if it could be called such, did not seem to bother her in the least, although she certainly noticed...and stepped out of Captain Saint's way when the massive Morph launched into action, all the better to give her more freedom of movement.<br><br>"Reckon we give these two a once-over when they sober up," she suggested, tail still wagging as though efficient violence had not just erupted.&nbsp; "Should I tell them I bill by the hour, or does that go without saying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2015, 01:18:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Freud's Slip &gt; Police Station Foyer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shéya, Dani, Gildai, Bella, Maxi,&nbsp; Marcus and Bianka.<br><hr><hr><br>Fredrik examined the knife, as he listened to the heavy thud of of a boy being slammed into the hard pack dirt of the street. A smile crossed his lips, which was reflected in the steel, when Bianka called for duct tape. The poor fool. Still, the blade he was holding was rather plain, the edge nicked and scratched. Not the weapon then, a tool. He didn’t know the man he had knocked out but from the wear on the knife and his dirty clothing, the drunk was no doubt some miner he had never had reason to know before. His shoulders shrugged, as he tucked the blade into his belt and turned, to get a better look at the second man, along with reaching for the&nbsp; handcuffs he did carry.&nbsp; <br><br>However, it would seem that Marcus already had a solution and already at the other man on his feet. The second drunk, he did know. In fact, the Chief knew Kenneth E. Waples, very well and had arrested him several times, on various charges, although none of them serious enough to send him on a train to Sane. Mostly just nights spent in the drunk tank, although he had let someone else punch him, once, as a punishment. Some people just never seemed to learn though and they tended to end up dead, in places like this.<br><br>“Ah Ken” said Fredrik, his voice almost friendly, “What did I tell you last time? You have to lose at least a couple of hands, now and then, or people pick up on your cheating. Winning every hand, the entire game, is a good way to get your ass kicked and look where you are now, back in my care. One of these days, you're gonna cheat the wrong man and he’s gonna just shoot you.” <br><br>As Kenneth mumbled something incoherently, still dazed from his personal time with Bianka, the Chief turned and picked up the first man, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack. Adjusting the dead weight, so that the he could carry the man with ease, he turned again and looked over the assembled party of morphs and one human, with a grin on his face. This had only been a small taste of what this world had to offer.<br><br>“Oh” said Hagerstrom, “Its just not the new blood, this place likes to test. She’s kinda a bitch and wants everyone to fail, so she throws in pop quizzes now and then, even for old hands like me. I’ll show you some of my...passing marks, some time but we’re about to start cooking, so everyone follow me.” <br><br>It wasn’t that much further to the police station, although they did pass by at least a dozen more bars and brothels. However, the only ones left outside now, were the holograms of the girls inside the bordellos, the images of light dancing slowly or coyly leaning against the doors, beckoning with small curls of their incorporeal fingers. None of the images talked, the owners of the brothels most likely too cheap to spring for more advanced models but they didn’t need to. The girls they had used to created their advertisements, could sell their services, without one word. <br><br>Where most of the buildings, seemed to be nearly wall to wall, there was rather a large gap around the police station. The large, square building, of dull native stone, stood alone, the walls seeming to dare anyone to approach. Of course, there was good reason for this. With the gap, it meant that no one could get up on a roof and fire down on the station, at least not without being exposed to return fire and anyone attempting a jailbreak or other attack, would have to run through open ground. With the cameras and sensors on the roof, no one would be sneaking up on the station either. <br><br>The door to the foyer opened automatically, as Fredrik lead the way inside. The hologram behind the desk, being one of the better models, recognised the Chief and turned itself off, having no reports to make. Now, some of the party might just be wondering, why a building which looked like a fortress, had such a easy front door. Well, the public needed to get inside and to the trained eye, the doors inside the foyer, were much more impressive. Not only did they have locks, which needed a fingerprint ids but they were heavily armored. You would need real firepower to get passed those doors. In fact, it might be easier to go through the walls. <br><br>“Okay” said the Chief, setting his burden down, “Bella, would you see to this guy’s nose? We’ll bill him for your tender care when he wakes up and lets get the rest of you into the system. Marcus, your first and when your done, take Ken over to the cells.” <br><br>He had picked the only other human in the group, to get entered into the system first, mostly because Fredrik knew that a human wouldn’t give the id system any trouble, freeing someone up to take care of the prisoner. The process was simple, one just had to put their hand on the scanner on the desk, get scanned, while the Chief put in a few details to create a profile. The rest could be filled in later on but the basics would get the door locks to open for them. Marcus was finished in less than a minute. Luckily, the tech they were using in the police station had been made well after the fact, that Genomorphs could be made and the system was able to handle finger pads and fur. <br><br>After each new law dog was scanned, Hagerstrom directed them through the barrack door, so that everyone could settle in, after tell them his bunk was the one closest to the little kitchen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-06-2015, 03:41:42</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br><strong>Location:</strong> Marshall's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Others<br><hr><br>Bella lagged behind a step or two as the little collection of Canis Sapiens passed the bordello, her tail wagging even more in appreciation for the, uhm, wares displayed for prospective customers on lurid posters.&nbsp; But her distraction was only momentary, and she caught up well enough...possibly without anyone noticing her brief delay as she ogled the virtual companionship.<br><br>At the station, she seemed not to notice the peculiarity of vulnerable-looking doors in steadfast and sturdy walls, paid as little attention to the bright and shiny processing required to key her into the system...suffering it with a veteran's studied patience.&nbsp; Then, receiving her instructions, she nodded solemnly.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Got it, Chief.&nbsp; Where's your med-bay?"&nbsp; A moment later she looked troubled.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; You want me to do this right here.&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; Okay."<br><br>She gave Deputy Lang an almost apologetic little sidelong look.<br><br>"Could you, uhm, hold him still, please?&nbsp; 'Cause this is probably gonna hurt him plenty 'fore I'm done and I don't want to have to hurt him worse to fix him up.&nbsp; Makin' business for myself is no fun."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>15-06-2015, 23:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/8f/b8/8fb84a9fd760a28fedf1d586dee2116b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All.<br><hr><hr>Gilda had the largest grin upon her face as she looked at the new station she would be working in. For once she would have a clean place to work in, a steady paycheck and a soft bed to sleep in. Her happiness was even visible on the way that her butt was constantly moving around. If it weren’t for the tiny stub of a tail was wagging around and slightly noticeable, then someone might think she were trying to offer herself up to a male dog. <br><br>After she had finally managed to calm herself down she blushed and pretended to begin brushing dust off of her clothes and acting calm.<br><br>“This place looks good, I call the bed near the wall.” She sad, though the desciprtion wasn’t much of one to let a person know which bed she specivically wanted. She moved over to one of the beds near the center of the room and placed some&nbsp; of her thigns down on it, before jumping onto the bed and taking her top off, sitting on it in her bra while she bega to rub her back all over the bed. <br><br>She didn’t seem to mind that she was showing her body off of the others and seemed more concerned with marking the bed with her scent as she did before when she was a pit fighter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>17-06-2015, 03:53:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/81/cc/81cc2185fead1bf0a671280ede2cf66f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Officer Danica Skylos<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets,Office and Barracks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><hr>When the Brawl broke out Dani put her attention on the fighting drunks. It was routine to find guys like this on New Vega first off New Vega was the gambling capitol of sector 6 so naturally people fought over things when they were drunk not to mention the heat of the desert like planet didn't help much. When the knife was pulled on instinct Dani went for the 9 mm Glock she had in a holster on her thigh. However she had only managed to place her hand on it before the Chief had the knife removed and man on the ground in mere seconds. Experience came in handy she supposed. <br><br>It wasn't long before both were in cuffs and though Dani was a little disappointed she couldn't show her stuff she figured she'd get more than enough chances to prove her marks. She followed the Chief and others to the Station if you could really call it that. He wasn't kidding when he said he had been the only officer most of the place looked untouched. When it was her turn to be scanned she scoffed a little as she heard one of the drunks squeal in pain while Bella fixed up his nose. <em>Humans were such babies sometimes</em> She thought. As he directed her into the Barracks she watched as Gilda took her bunk and began marking it. Dani placed her bags on a bunk that was right next to the door leading to the locker and shower area. She wanted to make sure she was one of the first to get to that shower in the early hours of the morning. After All that was the best time to shower on desert and hot planet like this. It was a spot she'd definitely fight for if someone got the same idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 01:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom, Marcus Lang, and Gilda.<br><hr><hr><br>The she-wolf arched a fine brow at the fight that had broken out in the streets. Chief Hagerstrom was quick to neutralize it to the best of his ability and yet one man attempted to escape. The poor soul, however, had run the wrong way and ran into the stone wall that was Captain Saint. Sheya winced a little when she watched him get taken to the ground being only able to imagine his discomfort.<br><br><strong>Okay…Bella, would you see to this guy’s nose? We’ll bill him for your tender care when he wakes up and let’s get the rest of you into the system…</strong><br><br>So far, Sheya had been surprised that Freud’s Slip even had a system. The place was a dump and despite the relaxed expression on her black and furry face, she was simmering a little on the inside. What son of a bitch in the GPF had set her up to come out here? They were soon in the barracks and the akita’s faintly gleaming blue eyes brushed Marcus as he finished registering into the system. Perhaps she hadn’t been set up? Perhaps her sole purpose for having been sent to Freud’s Slip was to keep an eye on him? She intended to call up HQ later that evening but after seeing how remote the town was, she wouldn’t have been surprised if it wound up being a black hole for reception.<br><br>After registration, when they finally entered the barracks, Sheya perked a single ear when the chief informed them about the location of his bed….what? It was co-ed? The akita’s triangular ears went flat against her head as she looked around at the empty plain beds. She had come from a spoiled environment being an officer and all, and she was already missing the luxury that her rank had granted. Gilda just marched on in and made herself at home.<br><br><strong>This place looks good, I call the bed near the wall.</strong><br><br>Sheya watched the Doberman flop onto the bed and begin rolling around on it. Finally conjuring the strength to step into such a discrepant room, she dropped her bag and cases before the bed across from Gilda’s. Whirling around, she plopped her rump onto the mattress, feeling the springs bounce beneath her.<br><br>“Home sweet home,” said the wolf sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>20-06-2015, 03:02:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Bianka Saint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Train Station<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Frederick Hagerstorm, Marcus <strong>Mentioned:</strong> All Others<br><hr><hr><br>"Good luck getting my prints..." Bianka grunted, eying one of the ID-d doors like an old foe. "I usually find it faster and easier to blow the door off it's hinges, then replace the door."<br><br>Still, he was asking them to get scanned in first.&nbsp; Five minutes and some angry guttural barking later, and she was finally in.&nbsp; She did however assume that like always the door would never work anyway.&nbsp; Whatever, she'd go through the wall if she had to really; it was probably easier and cheaper to replace than the doors.<br><br>The barracks though were like an old home; she'd never <em>not</em> lived in a barracks; the five years she was a private contractor and living off base but not in the field for the first time in her life were the most foreign and uncomfortable to her.&nbsp; Sadly she was sad to see the damn mutt stripping off her shirt and rubbing her scent everywhere. Great, one of <em>those</em>... she wouldn't like it if Bianka started doing the scent-marking, largely because it typically involved her whipping out her 'favorite rifle' and urinating on whatever she wanted.&nbsp; There was a reason she was a huge supporter of making sure canimorphs got properly trained; untrained hounds were little more than uncultured mutts.<br><br>Her bed would be the one nearest her CO, so second nearest the kitchen.&nbsp; Call it habit or training, but she liked being able to guard her commanding officers as closely as possible.&nbsp; Another 'luckily' is that the bed was not shit, and high enough up off the ground to allow her to fit her heavier trunk under, and then the other...<br><br>...once she'd opened it up to reveal the small armory contained within.&nbsp; Cases of ammunition, batteries, scopes, suppressors... first things to come out were a hardened hip holster and what was basically a utility belt for gear, like many civ-world urban enforcers.&nbsp; Quick flash of metal and a knife was stuck into one spot, a particularly old fashioned-style telescopic bludgeoning device, a gun that anyone from the Terran League - particularly it's militaries or police forces - would recognize to go in the accompanying holster (after being quickly checked for functionality and ammo, the gun apparently sized well for her large, canimorph hand)...<br><br>Then came the gun that put a grin on her face: a bullpup rifle of perfect size for the dog holding it, rugged, sleek, and judging by the size of the open end of the barrel, <em>powerful</em>...<br><br>"Chief, I would like you to meet one of my girls," she said, holding her custom-built rifle up by the stock. "Bullpup impulse gauss rifle chambered half-large (OOC: basically 500 S&amp;W size, implying a rather large 'rifle' caliber without getting into sniper territory) with tungsten cases around a ferromagnetic core for firing. Designed for trigger discipline, so I don't have proper ROF, but it's not slow.&nbsp; Recoil is heavy but designed to be routed into a large frame; couldn't muzzle-jump with me if she tried, naughty bitch!&nbsp; Her little sister is chambered half-low (OOC: .50 AE, implied very heavy pistol caliber), and lucky for them both I got enough love for both my girls!"<br><br>Her 'little' sister was thumbed as Bianka spoke, and naturally it was the 'Timmy' strapped to her hip...<br><br>"You got another room for when the rest of my gunsmithing and armoring gear shows up tomorrow?" she asked sincerely, setting her rifle into the trunk again and retrieving some spare pistol clips and beginning to load them with the large handgun rounds. "Something... about half this size?&nbsp; Or do I have to build that too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 04:02:08</strong>
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				Maxi followed the others from the station. This seemed like this would be a pleasant enough place, if a bit dusty. She hadn't even had to respond to the altercation with the town drunks, as the others handled it rather well. She shouldered her back a little higher as the group continued on to the station. She was impressed with the intelligence put into the placement of the police station as well as it's apparent fortifications as she entered the building.<br><br>She had of course, being in the back, noticed the small slow down of Bella as they passed the bordello strip. It was interesting to pick up details about her companions, even if she probably wasn't going to be with these women for very long. She knew that everything in this 'verse was permanent, so she wasn't going to be heartbroken if she didn't get to know them personally.<br><br>She waited patiently for the others to get their fingerprints scanned then got her stuff taken care of and again followed the others to the bunk room. Same old, same old. Though the scent-marking was not quite as typical in her experience, not unheard of just not typical. She had no bunk preference, but it looked like it was going to be rather crowded in here with all of them. "Is there gonna be some kinda rotation of shifts and stuff? Otherwise I be thinkin' tha' we'll be rather bottlenecked in here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 07:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://projectseso3a.wikispaces.com/file/view/will.jpg/129288509/226x283/will.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Deputy Marcus Lang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sheriff's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hagerstrom, Bianka, Maxi<br><hr><br>His eyes narrowed as the Sheriff spoke to "Ken", deducing that the second guy though drunk had a reason to be angry because he'd caught him cheating. And from the sounds of things, this Ken didn't know how to cheat. Dumb bastard; ready to get cut because he was a lousy card shark. This place reminded him of so many other backwaters and rat holes he'd called home over the years...he had a feeling he'd fit in fine, even with that tin target clasped to his chest every day. Fred told the guy point blank that one day he'd cheat the wrong person and get shot for his troubles. Marcus nodded and opened his mouth to chime in.<br><br>&nbsp;"He's right. Seen it happen a few times. You'd be surprised how upset people can be when you get caught stealing large amounts of their hard earned creds." He didn't mention that he'd <em>also</em> been on both ends of that exchange before. Ducking bullets and pumping them out when someone tried to cheat him. His life was exciting if nothing else. He smirked at Hagerstrom when he said it wasn't just the new folks. This place tested everyone. "Good. Think it'd be mighty borin' otherwise, and we'd just be sittin' here collecting a paycheck. I like to earn my creds. And this is your rodeo, hoss. Lead on." <br><br>He didn't understand why so many people in his line of work had such big egos. Taking orders wasn't hard, especially when they weren't dumb. People could get so much more accomplished if they just swallowed their pride. It was why he usually never worked with anyone his pay grade or higher. On the way, he saw the buildings that he had a feeling he'd be getting very well acquainted with while he was here, and he had started rating them in his head as they walked by. He looked around the station when they finally entered, mapping it out in his mind before turning back to Frederick and the others. Bella was given the order to fix the guys busted nose, and she asked him to help. <br><br>And the Sheriff wanted him to drop Kenny off in the cells. Least he wasn't bored. He held up a finger to Bella since Fred wanted to get everyone in the system first . It barely took any time at all, and when he was back out, he smiled at her and walked over. "No problem at all. Don't flinch though...he's unconscious so he might move."&nbsp; Nodding to her, he held the guy as still as possible while she broke his nose back into place. After she did, he slapped the man's face softly a few times before leaving him in Bella's care.<br><br>&nbsp;He stepped away and to the one of the two drunks who was actually aware of what was going on. "Come on, Kenny. Let's get your drunk ass in the tank. You can sleep it off and regret your life choices in the morning. Good luck with that hangover too. It'll hurt a lot more than that takedown when the sun comes out...trust me on that." Hauling the man up, he half walked-half carried him to the drunk tank, then opened the door and sat him down on the bench. "Sleep tight, bud."<br><br>&nbsp;He locked the cell behind him and left Kenneth to stew in his inebriation. He'd brought this on himself after all. He went and found the others, bringing his case with him into the barracks where joy of joys, the bunks were coed. And he and the Sheriff were the only men here. "This is...<em>efficient</em>," he said as nonchalantly as possible. He watched Gilda take off her shirt and roll around on a bed she claimed. His enhanced olfactory senses(got a great deal on them) let him smell just what she was marking with and it was potent.<br><br>&nbsp;Not bad either just...strong. After her, Danica took one of the beds near the door. Sheya took one near the wall. Bianka got the one near Fred's. It made sense considering how militant she was. He was their leader; she wanted to protect him. It was part of who she was. "I'll take the one in the corner by the window. <br><br>My philosophy when it comes to this is sleep near an exit...so you can keep the other guy from runnin' away." Dropping his bag on the perfect bed, he went back over to his own large case clearly full of weapons. "Armory would be great. Wanna make sure all my sensitive gear is tuned up for this environment. I'll help build if we don't have one. Between me and Bianka it wouldn't take too long I don't think. Unless we already got one, then I'll just hush up and you can show us later."<br><br>&nbsp;He glanced over at Maxi when she asked about the shifts and staff rotations. It was a good question that caused him to look around at everyone gathered. "We got a nice sized force here for the size of the town. Hell we probably don't need more than two or three on duty at a time aside from the Sheriff."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Law Dogs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2015, 05:08:46</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sheriff's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chief Hagerstrom, Deputy Lang, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><hr><br>"Thank you, Deputy Lang," Bella says cheerfully as she finishes the patch job.&nbsp; She frowns, just a little, as he slaps the unconscious man, before dragging her patient into one of the other cells and leaving him on the cot there.&nbsp; That done, she finally recovered her bags and padded into the bunkroom, taking one of the remaining spots with seemingly no concern at all for where she ended up...or with whom.&nbsp; Instead, she simply flopped down on her tummy with her boots hanging over the bottom of the bunk and yawned.<br><br>"Dadburn temporal lag!&nbsp; Half past first dogged watch already, an' I still ain't used to dust-side time yet.&nbsp; So...what's next on our schedule, Chief?&nbsp; Or do we get some downtime to get our heads straight?"<br><br>
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