Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/18(Tue)11:25 No. 563338 ID: 9f5a86
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What a hell of a time I had yesterday. Not only did I narrowly escape a poor district filled with pissed off feranthros, I also came across another one of those disgusting abominations. I didn't catch much of a break once I actually managed to leave the place with Massey. Arriving back to the base, one of our men had passed away from the nasty wound on his torso. I had to fill out reports and indulge several different authorities on the incident. Needless to say, they aren't very happy, and security is even tighter than usual.

Massey dragged in the suit-wearing anthro that engaged in the trade and is keeping him in custody. I also decided to help her out with processing that night, but she dismissed me a little bit in once she saw how much of a mess I was. Waking up today, I feel like I've drunken myself beyond a stupor. My head aches like hell and I clearly was not able to get a good night's rest. It was really tough getting up, but I knew I wouldn't be falling back asleep at this rate.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/18(Tue)11:25 No. 563339 ID: 9f5a86
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The authorities were concerned about the fact that I kept getting myself into very dangerous situations. They were generous enough to issue me a brand new flak jacket. This type of jacket is actually worn by higher ranking individuals who are assigned to more perilous tasks, like reinforcement and raids. Needless to say, I have no room to complain. It is a bit heavier, and makes me look a bit fatter, but whatever. I think it looks nice regardless.

I have an hour before the shift begins. I have received my paycheck recently. What should I do with the rest of my free time?

I think the sleep deprivation is causing you to gain more weight.
Anyway head to the closest vendor and pick up that thing that Mel was supposed to send you.

>>563338
>>563346
That or it's a side effect of this Link nonsense
I mean you were chubby yesterday but now you're middle-aged uncle chubby now. You're only missing the bad combover. You know the type... well I guess not unless you're good with pop-culture since you didn't have an uncle. And anthro's shouldn't have a concept of combovers at all.
Huh.

Talk to Mel, get some exercise in the gym, watch entertaining TV instead of the news, etc.

You hear anything about Weathers yet?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/20(Thu)09:35 No. 563603 ID: 9f5a86
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> I think the sleep deprivation is causing you to gain more weight.
> I mean you were chubby yesterday but now you're middle-aged uncle chubby now. You're only missing the bad combover. You know the type... well I guess not unless you're good with pop-culture since you didn't have an uncle. And anthro's shouldn't have a concept of combovers at all.

Ugh! Come on, now. I haven't gotten any fatter. Unless I eat nothing but fast food, there's no way I can clearly pack on the pounds in this short amount of time.

> Anyway head to the closest vendor and pick up that thing that Mel was supposed to send you.

Oh, right. I'm glad I remembered this. I head down to the lobby after taking off my jacket. Of course I'm meaning to exit, but a small monitor catches my eye as I'm making my way out. It's a display of all the missing personnel. I stop and take a closer look at it. Scrolling it, I can see a few people I'm familiar with. God...Weathers. I hope he's all right. I really do.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/20(Thu)09:35 No. 563605 ID: 9f5a86
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> You hear anything about Weathers yet?

Nothing. Every hour that passes by, the more I worry for the kid. By now, anything could have happened to him. He could even have fallen under the "influence," like a couple other once-anthros I know. I head out and to the nearest Vendor. I look over both my shoulders and plug in.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/20(Thu)09:35 No. 563606 ID: 9f5a86
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Mel's little screen pops up, but he isn't present. I look around and notice that the version count has jumped up higher than usual. There's also a little quick search bar on the bottom left! I'm almost too curious to know what else Mel has added now. He still isn't showing up though...

Maybe he crashed after working through the night? Anyway try the quick search for "receiver." And then i guess you should browse and see what new cool stuff you could buy.

>>563606
What's with the big white box?
It looks like he's trying to reach you but there's a bug in the video feed, making it a white box.

search for the tag "new stuff"

>>563625
I suggest searching for "new" or maybe "new*".
Next time we see Mel, adding way to leave messages should be suggested.

Search for "Aiden", "Schar", and "Mel" too; if he can implement a search bar, then who's to say he can't make it only found by searching directly for it. Also pick up a medkit or some bandages. If the feranthros can turn into those... beasts when they die, perhaps it is best to be able to stabilize them when they are near death.

>>563629
Wait, according to the archive we already have a first aid kit. Never mind then.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/22(Sat)10:31 No. 563850 ID: 9f5a86
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> It looks like he's trying to reach you but there's a bug in the video feed, making it a white box.

I think there's input...it's just he's not in front of the camera. Or something.

> search for the tag "new stuff"
> I suggest searching for "new" or maybe "new*".
> Search for "Aiden", "Schar", and "Mel" too; if he can implement a search bar, then who's to say he can't make it only found by searching directly for it.

These doesn't bring up anything.

> Anyway try the quick search for "receiver."

That shows something! Thankfully he didn't accidentally add a price tag or anything.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/22(Sat)10:31 No. 563851 ID: 9f5a86
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I select the receiver and it comes through the teleportation pod. It's a little strange-looking, and I'm not sure how to operate it. I wish Mel was actually on so I can ask him. Maybe I can browse a little more?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/22(Sat)19:25 No. 563932 ID: 9f5a86
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"Uh! I'm up! Aiden, you there?"

>>563932
Mel, cover your face
You got a bit fat wart that looks like a boob

So does he just have an alarm in there to set off when we sign in. Does every customer get a wonderful chance to convesate with the genius inventor or is that white box just there for me?

How things going Mel?

>>563932
Why is there a parasite latched onto your face?

What's wrong with you people? He's always had a tattoo on his face.

>>564032
Oooh, I see. Must have been the angle.

I knew it was a tattoo I want Aiden to mess with him

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/24(Mon)10:31 No. 564153 ID: 9f5a86
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> You got a bit fat wart that looks like a boob
> Why is there a parasite latched onto your face?

> He's always had a tattoo on his face.

Yeah...

> So does he just have an alarm in there to set off when we sign in. Does every customer get a wonderful chance to convesate with the genius inventor or is that white box just there for me?

Probably. I mean, it would be strange if there wasn't some sort of alarm. Mel is usually pretty busy, so it would be a wonder if he showed up at all.

> How things going Mel?

"How are things, fox boy?" I ask. "I hope I didn't wake you or anything."

"Ahhh, you did, but it's okay! It's my fault for staying up so late last night. I was so involved in my project. I think I discovered quite a few things that'll really push forward progress!" he explains. "Um...anyway. Did you get the receiver?"

"Yeah," I confirm.

"Sweet! I managed to assemble that contraption faster than I thought I could. It's a pretty simple device. The thing is, I don't know if you're allowed to openly carry that around, y'know, since it deals with signals and all. I made it where when it detects anything, it will vibrate. You'll have to put it close to your body."

"Close to my body?" Where would I put it? In my underpants?

"Yeah, that's all I'll say. There's really nothing much else to explain about the thing, unless you have any other specific questions?" he says while putting his ridiculously huge glasses on.

Thank him for the receiver and tell him to be careful. Not sure if you can openly explain what has been going on but at least tell him that things are getting worse and to keep himself safe.

Also maybe ask about what project he was working on and how it is coming along.

We know you're the expert on teleportation and inventions and shit, but how are you with biology? We had to deal with a mess of abominations and was wondering if you had a gathering of eccentric geniuses with different professions to play [insert his universe's equivalent to DnD] and talk about smart stuff. Maybe in said gathering there was a guy that might help with understanding this sort of thing?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/26(Wed)10:40 No. 564449 ID: 9f5a86
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> Also maybe ask about what project he was working on and how it is coming along.

"I'm curious about that project you mentioned. It's that teleporter, right?" I question.

"Weeeell, actually it's something else. It's meant to be a bit of a secret, but I'll give you a hint. It's a very nice weapon prototype. Super lethal. I just pulled it back out of the closet recently to look at it again. I'll let you see it when you come visit me again!"

"Ha, you little tease."

"Sorry!" he laughs. "But as for the teleporter...it's coming along pretty nicely! Of course, there's still some touch-ups to do here and there."

> We know you're the expert on teleportation and inventions and shit, but how are you with biology? We had to deal with a mess of abominations and was wondering if you had a gathering of eccentric geniuses with different professions to play [insert his universe's equivalent to DnD] and talk about smart stuff. Maybe in said gathering there was a guy that might help with understanding this sort of thing?

"Hey, uh, would you happen to know much about biology or even someone who does?"

"Ah...sorry, Aiden, I don't. I'm not too interested in that field. I'd much rather work with metal and technology and stuff."

> Thank him for the receiver and tell him to be careful. Not sure if you can openly explain what has been going on but at least tell him that things are getting worse and to keep himself safe.

"Alright, buddy, I'll leave you alone now. Thanks again for the receiver."

"No prob, Aiden!" he beams.

"Hey, make sure you be careful, alright? Things aren't exactly getting better down here."

"Yeah, I heard. Hey, I think you have more to think about down there! Don't worry about me! Just don't get shot or something..."

"I'll be fine, Mel. I promise." I try to reassure him with a laugh. He pauses for a moment, looking unsure, but then grins and laughs back.

"Alright, Aiden. I'll see ya later."

With that, we sign off. I've got around half an hour left. What should I do next? And where should I put this receiver?

We REALLY should have asked if a pocket would work, because well...Aside from some sort of pocket protector-esque position or so...
Wellp, if anyone says you've got a stick up your tail, you can pull it out as a joke! Crude joke but hey.

Get some string and carry it around your neck under your clothes.

Now start going through Mels new wares, maybe get a new rifle that you won't lose so easily as your current one.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/02/28(Fri)09:47 No. 564708 ID: 9f5a86
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> Get some string and carry it around your neck under your clothes.

I'll keep this in mind.

> Now start going through Mels new wares, maybe get a new rifle that you won't lose so easily as your current one.

I go into the Rifle subcategory. I remember before there was just one selection, and I believe it was the standard Militia-issued assault rifle. It looks like he's finally added another weapon - one that is issued to higher ranking members of the Police force. It looks pretty dangerous with that Grenade Launcher, but unsurprisingly it's a little pricey.

It looks like Mel has also added an ammo option on the bottom-left.

>>564708
Immediately hit up Mel again
He needs to update these stats with Damage Per Second and/or reviews, maybe a features section

I can't tell with that lower ROF if this is a clear improvement or not
I think the DPS is better. And we do need MORE power for those abominations.
Try searching for a dart gun using the keyword "Dart", maybe we can get some Astoga darts.

Oh man a more powerful gun with a nade launcher would be great but you better check the ammo option first. No sense buying the gun if you can't afford any ammo for it.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/01(Sat)20:16 No. 564869 ID: 9f5a86
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> Immediately hit up Mel again. He needs to update these stats with Damage Per Second and/or reviews, maybe a features section

Damage per second? What the hell am I thinking...? I can't just call in the kid again. He probably passed right back out. Reviews would really prove useless, since Mel's Vendor business is tied directly with the police force. Would they really want something like star-based input when they're trying to make a profit? I mean, feedback would be a better word, but I highly doubt that's high on the priority list whether I suggest it or not.

> Try searching for a dart gun using the keyword "Dart", maybe we can get some Astoga darts.

As ridiculous as it sounds, I search for it anyway. Nothing shows up.

> Oh man a more powerful gun with a nade launcher would be great but you better check the ammo option first. No sense buying the gun if you can't afford any ammo for it.

I press the ammo button and see what's available. There are three different types: Standard, armor piercing, and anti-personnel. If I buy the rifle and one of these, I should be good. I'm guess the cost shown is for a single magazine. I wonder how it will determine the caliber ammunication I need, but then I get to thinking it'll probably ask for a weapon ID after I choose an option.

>>564869
Sorry, I was thinking as a consumer, not a businessman. And thinking about DPS because Mel straight up has a power/ROF/accuracy stats list, just like in a computer game with loot. And DPS was a way to joke with Mel that would point out that maybe his current system for laying out weapon information is a little ridiculous.

Why he isn't listing avg velocity, size of rounds, effective range, weight of the weapon, and all other important weapon statistics? He needs a good business partner, preferably one that's worked in with gun shops before.
He's basically reviewing these weapons themselves, 5 outta 10 power? That's a review!

I'm just worried about Mel's future financial situation and business plan. He asked for feedback and he needs it. Just make it a note for later, maybe draft an email to send while you walk back. If you have a smartphone that is.

Now, for what's important to us and only us.

We need some pistol mags. You can carry one more rifle mag so hurry up and test this screen right now by hitting Anti-personnel rounds. We'll need them for more mutants later if they come up.
Look up the pistols and tazers, you've been using your pistol way more than your rifle and you keep losing the damn clumsy thing in a fight.

Oh, and look up flashbangs.

If all the ammo and flashbang grenades add up to less than a quarter of your current cash, go ahead and purchase it unless you need more than 3/4's for a choice pistol or tazer. Then we'll make the decision.

Oh, and one final thing before we're done, type in "Pong" or "Breakout" in the search bar.
Just testing something. You might lose a half hour if I'm right.

Go for antipersonal rounds for the pistol then grab 1 armor piercing pistol magazine in the off chance we might encounter hostiles with armor.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/02(Sun)20:52 No. 564998 ID: 9f5a86
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> We need some pistol mags. You can carry one more rifle mag so hurry up and test this screen right now by hitting Anti-personnel rounds. We'll need them for more mutants later if they come up.
> Go for antipersonal rounds for the pistol then grab 1 armor piercing pistol magazine in the off chance we might encounter hostiles with armor.

I make the proper inputs. So that would be two anti-personnel mags and one armor-piercing mag, which adds up to 300 C so far.

> Look up the pistols and tazers, you've been using your pistol way more than your rifle and you keep losing the damn clumsy thing in a fight.

That would probably be a good idea. I look up sidearms, and sure enough, a taser has recently been added. It looks a lot like Massey's.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/02(Sun)20:52 No. 564999 ID: 9f5a86
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> Oh, and look up flashbangs.

I then look under the throwables. There's your standard HE grenade, flashbang, and remote mine. Wait, you can buy mines? That's insane...but I feel it's just going to get crazier in the future.

Get Tazer
Get two Flashbangs
Look up any new attachments for the pistol, or if there are any for the tazer

So you think Mel is cozying up with the higher ups to get access to their weapons? I find it weird how he's getting this shit and steadily, or is the further chaos in the city allowing more access for you lower rank guys to try and get better firepower? Like, the city doesn't want to be responsible for giving you guys better shit, but it wants you to have the better shit but you have to buy it on your own dime so you can be to blame for when the heavy firepower creates an incident?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/04(Tue)09:49 No. 565180 ID: 9f5a86
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> So you think Mel is cozying up with the higher ups to get access to their weapons? I find it weird how he's getting this shit and steadily, or is the further chaos in the city allowing more access for you lower rank guys to try and get better firepower?

Mel's business is shared with the weapon manufacturers of the police force, so that would explain how he gets the steady supply of weapons.

> Like, the city doesn't want to be responsible for giving you guys better shit, but it wants you to have the better shit but you have to buy it on your own dime so you can be to blame for when the heavy firepower creates an incident?

It's not like the authorities are trying to bust people with this system. It's a convenient way to acquire a varied loadout, and is highly recommended in a dangerous environment like this. Whether Mel wants to one day add in ridiculous things like RPGs or miniguns is on him, but I imagine he'll have to jump a lot of hurdles to have that approved.

> Get Tazer. Get two Flashbangs. Look up any new attachments for the pistol, or if there are any for the tazer

My total is now coming to 1,090 C by adding these three entries into the cart. The taser doesn't seem to have any attachments, but there are three choices for my standard pistol.

All your fighting has been close-in city fighting (and is likely to continue to be so) so I can't see much point in a scope. The Silencer also seems to be of minimal use unless you intend to be shooting first and asking questions never.
The laser may be useful if it doubles as a Dazzler (pulsed green laser, causes disorientation and temporary blindness), but otherwise only get it if you're worried you may miss at close range. Leaving your pistol free of accoutrements is probably the best bet.

We're good

Feel free to try and see if Mel put a Pong or Breakout easter egg in the searchbar like I suggested earlier and then lets get going to our shift.

Wait, have you eaten anything? Get something to eat!
Rueban or something I don't know. What're you feelin'?

>>565180
Silencer would be useful for fighting indoors.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/06(Thu)10:48 No. 565414 ID: 9f5a86
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> Leaving your pistol free of accoutrements is probably the best bet.
> We're good

I decide to skip out on the attachments and complete my transaction. With that finished, I try to think about what to do with the rest of my time.

> Feel free to try and see if Mel put a Pong or Breakout easter egg in the searchbar like I suggested earlier and then lets get going to our shift.

I'm not sure why I'm thinking this, considering Vendors don't come equipped with video games...probbably. I try to input this anyway and, as I expected, it brings up nothing. I sigh, pack up my new stuff, and head back to the barracks.

> Wait, have you eaten anything? Get something to eat!

Seeing as how my time's running short, I decide to get something quick to eat. I sit in my usual spot and notice some live news on the television. Apparently, something's gone down in one of the poor districts. What a surprise. I can see a couple officers escorting an injured one outside - Wait. Why does this guy look familiar? I'm pretty sure I never met him.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/06(Thu)10:48 No. 565415 ID: 9f5a86
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My attention is brought away from the screen when I notice some raised voices outside the cafeteria. There are three militia grunts and a young police officer. I can hear bits of their conversation over the television.

"...can't come in here without escort..."

"...relax, we're under specific orders..."

"...need paper copy of..."

"...see Chief. He has requested we..."

It seems to be getting a little heated, or maybe I'm just really suspicious. Should I just ignore them?

Go give the young officer a hand; it looks like he could use it.

>>565414
I think you should clearly think and focus a little bit more on him a some time later. Maybe meet him in person if you can in the hospital or whatever. I'm tired of all these familiar unknown people being unknown.

>>565415
I guess see what's going on. Just get a hello in at most instead of saying anything a smart alec would say like "What's going on here, Militia bugging you?"

The militia are showing signs of being more aggressive and I'm actually slightly worried what could happen if we step on their toes too much. I wouldn't put it above them from shooting an officer in anger if their weird inappropriate behavior from the other day is consistent with any other militants. Even now, in the middle of the barracks.

I think you should disappear from the premise as quickly as possible, chalk it up to paranoia but militia grunts under "specific orders" sound like trouble.
You have been drawing a lot of attention to yourself these past days.

Yeah now that I think about it just get the fuck out I think they're here for you. Granted I think only the police can protect you so I don't know WHAT to think.

Maybe just try and eavesdrop better before deciding on anything. If it's anything to do with you, get out of there and get somewhere else, maybe towards administration or evidence where militia definitely can't roam freely. If nothing, feel free to actually participate in whatever is going on.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/08(Sat)14:59 No. 565673 ID: 9f5a86
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> I think you should disappear from the premise as quickly as possible, chalk it up to paranoia but militia grunts under "specific orders" sound like trouble.
> Yeah now that I think about it just get the fuck out I think they're here for you. Granted I think only the police can protect you so I don't know WHAT to think.

It is definitely making me paranoid. It's rare militia actually have to come into the barracks of all places. I stealthily pick up my tray and slide on over to a table propped next to the wall with the doorway. This way, I'll be out of view and will be able to hear what they're saying.

Unfortunately for me, I arrive just when the conversation is wrapping up.

"...looks like it checks out then. You're good. Just don't waltz in without an escort of some sort. Here, I'll come with you guys."

"Not necessary. We know where his office is."

"Sorry, but it's just protocol. I have to follow you unless you can find another escort. You'll have to wait otherwise."

"Fuck it. Let him come."

"Alright, cop, let's go."

I can hear their steps growing quieter. It seems I got a lucky break this time, although I have no idea what they have planned. I mean, it might not even concern me at all.

My shift is approaching. I lost track of the time, and now I have several minutes left.

Check and see if they go to your office. There's no need to panic, there's animosity between the police and military that wouldn't allow them to take you away quietly.

>>565673
Do you even have an office? I think they're here for a higher rank pencil pusher. He probably has important information on something. He's either a traitor or traitors are making him look like a traitor enough for outside investigations to come and get him.

You guys have Internal Affairs or what? Would it make sense that the militia would be calling the shots when it comes to internal issues in your branch of the government because of the heightened terror in Primordia? I know that your government seems to want to make all the militia do the really ugly, dirtier work while the officer's cover situations that they'd want more diplomatic and less forceful solutions for.

If Primordia doesn't have issues with torture-based interrogations, who generally handles the torture? I don't think police would. I mean, you think they're torturing information out of that Astoga guy you busted yesterday instead of using a standard investigation? I'm bringing this all up because Astoga dealer is probably going to name some names here and there, and for him to deal Astoga he has to have connections somewhere, which means there's going to be arrests in well-connected places like your very own Headquarters. Who has large amounts of Astoga to even sell? Aside from the company that makes and produces Astoga, it's going to be government workers, which means there's a huge web of cult spies that could include many of your superiors.

Maybe its nothing or maybe its just another missing personnel. But you should follow them since this seems all kinds of unusual.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/10(Mon)10:31 No. 565868 ID: 9f5a86
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> You guys have Internal Affairs or what? Would it make sense that the militia would be calling the shots when it comes to internal issues in your branch of the government because of the heightened terror in Primordia? I know that your government seems to want to make all the militia do the really ugly, dirtier work while the officer's cover situations that they'd want more diplomatic and less forceful solutions for.

Yes, the Militia has some degree of control over certain affairs of our branch. That may be what this is, but like I said, it's pretty rare.

> If Primordia doesn't have issues with torture-based interrogations, who generally handles the torture? I don't think police would. I mean, you think they're torturing information out of that Astoga guy you busted yesterday instead of using a standard investigation?

That really depends on the one holding the interrogation. The force is fine with torture if it's an absolute necessity in order to attain some information. Since Massey is mostly in charge of this sort of thing, I can imagine she has her own ways of handling it.

> Check and see if they go to your office.
> Maybe its nothing or maybe its just another missing personnel. But you should follow them since this seems all kinds of unusual.

I don't really have an office, but since they're going the way I have to go to get to my bed anyway, I follow them nonchalantly. I turn a corner and see them standing at the Chief's door, about to enter. One of the militia sees me, and then the rest look in my direction. Neither I nor them make a move for the next several seconds or so. It's really awkward.

"So... uhh... nice game yesterday, huh?"

"...what?"

Move along and go get your flak jacket along with the rest of your gear. You may as well be prepared to either go on patrol or flee.

Smile and wave and move on.

>>565868
"mornin'." then just keep on trucking towards your room as nonchalantly as you can.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/13(Thu)11:09 No. 566185 ID: 9f5a86
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I breathe out a subtle "hi" and keep moving along my way, trying not to glance over at them. Through my peripheral vision I can see them losing interest as I pass them. Looks like I managed to convince them that I'm not suspicious.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/13(Thu)11:10 No. 566186 ID: 9f5a86
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I make it to the dorms and then to my locker. I put on my heavyweight flak jacket and get ready for yet another day, even if I'll feel a little cooler wearing something like this. As I put on my gear, my ears suddenly pick up a soft white-noise coming from somewhere near me. I look around and feel stupid upon realizing it's coming from my own radio. But, wait, why is anything coming out of it at this time and place?

I put the radio up close to my ear to see if I can hear a voice or anything. Standing absolutely still without a sound, I think I can hear someone.

"...Ai...me...I fou...aning...come...hel...distr...rehouse..." The voice sounds male, but it's hard to tell with all the static.

Someone found something in a warehouse somewhere. Might be best to get out there and see what is up.

Sounds like "Aiden, I found... ???... come help... distress... warehouse"

You think it's that warehouse that was on TV a bit ago? The one with the guy that was familiar?

Hey Aiden, I think you should try and experiment with your weird link powers when you get out of the police station. I don't know HOW exactly but I think we should try. Hopefully without you getting a headache. What do you say?

You know that one feranthro slave lady you helped some days ago, just when you moved down here with that kind of nice master, I think she might be able to help you with some details. You logged the master's address in one of your reports right? Something to consider if this warehouse investigation doesn't take the whole day.

By the way, since your current partner is missing you should make a formal request to get a new one as sad as it sounds. You're a cop, you can't do your job alone.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/15(Sat)16:03 No. 566434 ID: 9f5a86
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> Someone found something in a warehouse somewhere. Might be best to get out there and see what is up.

Possibly, but I have no idea where that could be. There are several industrial districts across the Middle.

> You think it's that warehouse that was on TV a bit ago? The one with the guy that was familiar?

I didn't see a warehouse there, just a set of houses. Anyway, I hurry on outside of the building.

> By the way, since your current partner is missing you should make a formal request to get a new one as sad as it sounds. You're a cop, you can't do your job alone.

That's probably a good idea. I tune in to the proper frequency and say, "HQ, this is Sergeant Aiden Schar, over."

"Sergeant Schar, we hear you. Do you wish to inquire about a partner? Over." I rear back a bit in surprise and respond with an affirmative. "We've got one checked in for you already. He should be waiting for you outside the main gate, over." I thank them. I guess they actually thought about me this time, aside from the new armor.

> You know that one feranthro slave lady you helped some days ago, just when you moved down here with that kind of nice master, I think she might be able to help you with some details.

Details about what exactly?

> Hey Aiden, I think you should try and experiment with your weird link powers when you get out of the police station. I don't know HOW exactly but I think we should try. Hopefully without you getting a headache. What do you say?

Might as well. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I'm not exactly sure how to make use of whatever powers I have, but I feel that it will come naturally. Surely as I strain my facial muscles and feel the blood pump against my temples, I start to see something outside of my own vision. I get the sensation that I'm tapping into another mind, with the lack of a better description. I can see again, but clearly not from my eyes. Whoever's vision I've jacked into, it looks like they're gazing down at a set of papers and photos, playing with their pencil. I can see other objects on the desk, but eventually, I am taken out of the alternate vision, careening back into my own consciousness with such force that I actually stumble. I save myself from a faceplant and look around quickly under a cold sweat. Luckily, no one seems to have seen me.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/15(Sat)16:04 No. 566435 ID: 9f5a86
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It seems I don't have enough energy to pull this off for a longer duration. I could probably do it again in a few minutes, but those seconds are all I'll be able to manage for now. I move on and exit the gate. I see a male canine standing outside, looking like he's waiting for something. I walk up to him and he notices me, giving me an uneasy eye.

I smile and extend my hand. "Hey there. You my partner?" He looks down at my tag, nervously smiles back, and shakes my hand.

"Yeah. Sergeant Schar?" I nod. "I'm Sergeant Vaughn. Umm...we're not going to get into any trouble are we?" I give him a puzzled expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shuffles around anxiously, looking around, "I don't mean any offense, but I've been hearing things about you. You keep getting into these really dangerous situations apparently. Anyway, do you...have any plans? We're just going to patrol today, right?"

>>566435
Assure him that the situations are nothing that you can control. Someone else keeps putting you in those situations. The first time someone gave you a tip to that house, the second time you were helping out Massey with something. There's also that time you just responded to a radio quest to quell a riot where the big mind link boom happened for the first time.

Really it's just bad luck so far, it'll run out.

A patrol sounds peachy compared to your last few days.
>Ask her details about what
Feranthro stuff, you need an informant about things going around amongst feranthro's because most of the shit you've dealt with has things to do with feranthro beliefs, she might tell you things she knows about feranthros, real facts, that you can't get from any anthro. You could ask potentially ask her about the cult, the link, or how feranthro's relate to each other. This link stuff might actually always been a thing for feranthros. The officers that have been turned into feranthros might abandon their old lives, family, and friends because of the way a feranthro's brain works. From the sound of what we've heard from the turned officers, it's like they suddenly joined a big family and abandoned their old, smaller ones. That's something to ask about.

You just kinda wind up in these situations. You start off trying to help with something small and it just kinda spirals out from there.

In response to the patrolling part; so long as you don't run into anything big happening, you'll just be walking around. Though you might have a few leads to investigate as you go about the day. (so much shit happens around you, you would have to be crazy to not try to find out why it's happening)

Ask Vaughn how did he end up as your partner since i doubt he requested it. Then Tell him that you are planning on patrolling in the industrial districts.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/17(Mon)20:48 No. 566811 ID: 9f5a86
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"Look, it really isn't my intention for things to go out of control, and that's just what happened a couple times recently. It's just really bad luck on my part...or it could be someone else pulling strings. You can't be sure of anyone down here," I try to explain to him. He doesn't respond with anything.

We walk down the road and start our patrol. Vaughn speaks up, "So you sure you don't have any plans? Any leads?"

"Well," I reply, "there might be a couple things. As long as we watch out for each other, we should both be fine, don't worry."

> Ask Vaughn how did he end up as your partner since i doubt he requested it.

"How did you end up becoming my partner, anyway?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I don't know. It's not like there's anything really special about me. I guess my name was just pulled out of the hat."

> Feranthro stuff, you need an informant about things going around amongst feranthro's because most of the shit you've dealt with has things to do with feranthro beliefs, she might tell you things she knows about feranthros, real facts, that you can't get from any anthro.

I suppose that makes sense. So that's two different leads I can investigate today. Which one should I tackle first: The Industrial Districts or the residence of Bella?

The industrial District
We can visit Bella anytime
But that warehouse lead sounds like a limited time offer.

Ask what happened to Vaughns previous partner? Did he get reloacted to some cushy office job?

Start with the industrial district.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/19(Wed)15:29 No. 566992 ID: 9f5a86
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> The industrial District
> Start with the industrial district.

"Hey," I nudge Vaughn and he flinches. "We're going to check out the industrial districts." His face creases in confusion.

"All of them?"

"All of them."

"What's your hunch here?" I ponder on this a little, worrying he might not take this well, even if he is my partner.

"Just one I got from my radio. Something about a warehouse. Shit! I forgot..." I take out my radio and try to remember the frequency it was set to before. It tune it back and forth, but I can't pick up the signal. I grunt and put it back in my radio pocket. "Well, maybe it should act up again when we get close to the source."

We head down to the closest district first, naturally. Upon arrival, I suddenly sense a stronger pulsing in my head. It begins to ache and I can almost feel the pain trickling down to my eyeballs. The pain stays there and I am forced to stop and shut my eyelids.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/19(Wed)15:30 No. 566994 ID: 9f5a86
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"Schar? Schar, you okay?" Vaughn asks.

"Yeah! I'm good," I answer while waving my hand. The radio in my pocket goes off again all of a sudden. I quickly pull it out and listen in. The static is just as bad as before, maybe even worse. I start to play around with the tuner again. The voice becomes more clear the higher I set the frequency.

"...den? Can you hear me now? You can, yeah? Heh heh. Don't worry, I can see it. I like your new suit."

We shouldn't have come here. Get out and get under cover OR better yet back in the car if you have one.
Keep the radio at your ear-you want to hear it if this guy has something to say, and he's got measures to keep you from leaving.

Start looking around for places this spook might be watching you from.
Ask who are you talking with and what does he want.

Link stuff now
Try and use Link powers to push the pain source away.
PUSH!

Ask for their name.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/21(Fri)16:23 No. 567237 ID: 9f5a86
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> Start looking around for places this spook might be watching you from.

I whirl around and try to see if there's someone watching us, but I cannot see anyone else aside from us two.

I turn to Vaughn while leaning against the wall of one of the warehouses.

"Take cover somewhere!" I order.

"Where?"

"Just...someplace! Look around!" I dismiss him, feeling the headache become more intense.

"What the hell is going on, Schar?" I hear Vaughn whisper loudly. I ignore him and start to focus my energy, shutting my eyes. I try to do the same thing I did back at base. The pain behind my eyes is starting to wane and I can feel my consciousness slipping into another's mind. I can see only a glimpse of someone's lower body, and then everything goes black.

His voice is muffled, "So you think you're pretty smart, don't you? Well, how long can you last? You may be the one who carries the Link, but do you carry the natural mental strength to handle its power?"

"Who the hell is this?" I shout. I cannot actually hear myself, but I can still feel the air escaping as well as the vibrations in my throat. "What do you want?" I'm starting to feel a little exerted.

"Sarge, don't you recgonize me? Aren't you going to come save me? Why haven't you already? Do you even care?"

It's Weathers! Did your link offer any information about where he might be? Check if Mel's receiver is doing anything.

Tell Vaughn that it's your partner and he is in trouble from the sound of it.

You don't sound like you need saving Weather's, you seem pretty in-control, come out and we can take you into the station... those are Feranthro legs aren't they?

We can help, we can turn you back. Undo whatever brainwashing they did to you. Come back, please. Stop this cocky cult act, Weathers. It's not you.

>>567237
Damnit, Weathers, we know this isn't you! Fight against this thrice-cursed control over your mind!

You CAN do it! Be you a man or a filthy mutt!?

"Are you Weathers? Or are you whatever has been controlling Weathers during his 'blackouts'?"

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/23(Sun)21:06 No. 567554 ID: 9f5a86
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The Link is greatly wearing me down and I get myself out of it. I am feverish, my forehead covered in sweat.

> Check if Mel's receiver is doing anything.

I just realized I forgot to do the whole string thing. I take it out of one of my pouches and it is vibrating pretty vigorously. I'm honestly not surprised. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable and even a bit sick.

> Did your link offer any information about where he might be?

I only saw what I saw. He was staring at the ground it looked like, but wherever he was, it was also pretty dark. I think it's pretty obvious by now that he's inside one of the buildings.

I bark into the radio, "Weathers?! Is that you?"

"Yes. Your favorite rookie," he chuckles.

"Weathers, what is going on with you? What happened to your...body?"

"I don't know, but it feels good. No, it feels amazing. But there's so much wrong. So much that needs fixing."

"Cut this shit out! Are you in your right mind?"

"What do you mean? Of course I am," he says confidently.

"Then come on out! We have to get you some help. Jesus Christ, how did it even come to this?"

"I'm not coming out. I don't think you realize how bad the situation is right now. When so much aura is gathered into one place, what do you think happens? Come and find me, Sergeant. I can't leave. I need your help."

"Well, tell me where you are exactly," I command bluntly.

"I don't know. You might get some clues if you look around though." I lower the radio and gaze over at Vaughn, who had his eyes glued to me the entire time. The poor guy looks incredibly confused. I walk past him with a purpose and reluctantly peek around the corner, my heart beating fast. Vaughn follows suit.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/23(Sun)21:06 No. 567555 ID: 9f5a86
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I feel like my blood just froze. There's a dead cop outside one of the warehouses.

"What the fuck?! This is fucked up! Schar, we have to call in backup immediately! Oh my God, is he really dead?!" Vaughn freaks out.

Have him call for backup and medical help and have him stay here. If he starts panicking now it might be best to keep him away from Weathers.

As for Weathers lets hope he is in his right mind but be prepared for him to be half cackling madman. Who knows what has happened to him and he could be someone or something completely different than we remember.

>>567555
Call for backup...
tell Vaughn to stay close too
I don't want HIM getting dissipated or killed either. But then again, I'm scared of him getting killed if he follows us. Weather's sounds really confident, in control, and maybe evil? I'm sure he won't kill you but Vaughn I don't know. He doesn't know Vaughn.
If a turned Weather's killed that cop then he's definitely not safe with you.

Ask Vaughn what he wants to do, he can stick together or risk going in with you. You got him into some shit he clearly saw coming and we're really sorry about that, so he's got to make the decision on what he thinks is going to get him to stay alive. We have to go in to talk to Weathers before that backup arrives, because he's probably going to run or try and kill all of them and get himself killed, and Weather's seems willing to talk about shit so that would be really bad for this to go to hell.

If we aren't in deep territory like we were yesterday, where every turn was a probable fight with a feranthro, tell him his best bet for survival is to run and avoid any potential lines of sight from the building where the cop is dead. He can then meet with backup that will eventually arrive. You'll try to radio him immediately if we need his help or if we think he's in danger.

Calm Vaughn, you don't want to reveal your position by making even more noise. Some rules when approaching a friendly that's down under unknown circumstances.
First, check the area, make sure that whoever did it isn't still around and loitering nearby with sights trained on the body waiting for a free shot at whoever approaches. Main focus should be in the direction of where the cop seems to have been struck from, but check the surroundings, roofs and windows.
Second, when making the approach, be wary of traps. A lot of underhanded foes like to leave explosives or other unpleasantness nearby the wounded/dead so that others rush in to check.
Third, after ensuring that there are no traps/that the cop isn't a danger, move the wounded/dead so that he is out of the open so you can do a more comprehensive check in cover. While moving wounded is normally not recommended, assuming he's still alive, you do not want to endanger yourself by remaining a visible target as you check. If he's already dead, no harm in moving, if he isn't, then it's to make sure whoever did it doesn't finish the job as easily.
Have Vaughn cover you as you do this, concentrating on other priorities might help to focus.

>>567555
Call for backup, NOW.

There's likely-no, MORE than likely that there's quite a few hostiles in the immediate area. Call for a medical evac too. although i doubt our wounded man is still breathing.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/25(Tue)13:53 No. 567673 ID: 9f5a86
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> Calm Vaughn, you don't want to reveal your position by making even more noise. Some rules when approaching a friendly that's down under unknown circumstances.

"Calm down!" I hiss at him. "Don't start making too much noise. Look, here's what we're going to do. We will call backup, but we need to remain aware. There could be hostiles watching us." While I say this I quickly scan around the large yard and look across the buildings. "We need to get that body out of the open and get inside that warehouse."

"What?" Vaughn says, shocked. "Why can't we just get the hell OUT of here? We can meet up with backup someplace away from here!"

"No, it's not that simple," I sigh and continue, "Someone I know is out here, and I don't want him getting his ass killed. This backup is for any other potential hostiles. Plus, there's no telling who is watching us right now. I can't see anyone out here, but he might be really well hidden." I look over at Vaughn and he still looks adverse to this idea. "Or you can go on and run away and wait for backup while I do some investigating. I'll give you that choice."

He shakes his head vigorously and says, "No. Screw that. We have to stick together."

"Alright then. You call for backup and I'll do the moving." We slip out of the corner as stealthily as possible, keeping close to the wall. I look around for any potential traps as we close in on the corpse. Once we reach the opening of the building, I peek around the corner. It's pretty dark inside and I have a hard time seeing. Quickly, I lift the body's legs and drag it into the warehouse. While I'm doing this, Vaughn is issuing the emergence call.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/25(Tue)13:53 No. 567674 ID: 9f5a86
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I drop the body once inside. I gaze behind my shoulder, getting a whiff of a sickening scent. My eyes widen and my body tenses as I look upon two more policemen corpses. Whoever did this left behind a goddamn TRAIL. I can see stairs on the other side of the building, leading up to a second floor. I have a feeling that Weathers is up there. How should I approach this?

>>567674
Getting super scared for Vaughn
I don't want him going up those stairs or to leave him alone.
But we have to go up those stairs

Get your tazer out.

You have the heavy armor so you go up the stairs first while Vaughn comes right behind you.
Also since whatever is up there most likely already knows you are here you could just go in loud.
Throw a flashbang and charge up there yelling for anyone to drop their weapons. Violence of action and all that.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/26(Wed)16:46 No. 567735 ID: 9f5a86
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"Fucking Christ! More?! What the hell happened here?" My ears ring as Vaughn exclaims. I whirl on him.

"Quiet! What the hell are you thinking?" I growl. Vaughn looks ashamed for a moment, then his brow creases.

"Well, sorry! Sorry. It's just not often I see shit like this."

"You haven't been here long, have you?"

"No, actually," he drawls.

> You have the heavy armor so you go up the stairs first while Vaughn comes right behind you.

"Stay behind me, no matter what. We're going to head up to the second floor. It could get ugly," I say. Vaughn nods in understanding.

> Get your tazer out.

I wield my taser and speed-walk over to the other side of the warehouse. Together, we climb up the rickety metal staircase. I notice that the door is already ajar. I give Vaughn a head gesture to prepare him. I very gently creak the door open. The chamber is somewhat spacious, but there are boxes, oil drums, and other containers scattered everywhere. It looks like they're scattered more around the middle of the area. I can see some more open space on the other side, but in my current position, I can't see anybody stirring.

Back off, try link, ask Vaughn to cover you while you do small weird thing something for a second. Weathers won't be looking at the ground right now if you're close, and that should be enough to find him.

If the link doesn't work leave Vaughn at the doorway where he can cover you and sneak inside the chamber.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/28(Fri)15:45 No. 567920 ID: 9f5a86
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> Back off, try link, ask Vaughn to cover you while you do small weird thing something for a second. Weathers won't be looking at the ground right now if you're close, and that should be enough to find him.

"Hey, cover me," I whisper to Vaughn. "I'm going to...do something."

"What?"

"Just make sure nothing sneaks up on us." I close my eyes and try to link to whatever is in the room. I feel my eyeballs roll around almost involuntarily as I scan the chamber in front of me. I manage to connect to someone's view. It looks like he's leaned up against the wall.

I hear him speak, "What are you afraid of, Sergeant? The bodies? C'mon, I just want to talk with you." It has to be Weathers.

Outside my state of mind, I can hear Vaughn's voice, which is muffled. "There's definitely someone in here! Schar!"

Nothing is as it seems, in case you haven't noticed, why the bad Weather, Weathers? We're both cops and all that aren't we?

Okay, he's lying on the ground or staring at the wall, and he's got a gun. Advice caution to Vaughn-this guy might be armed.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/28(Fri)22:07 No. 567948 ID: 9f5a86
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> Advice caution to Vaughn-this guy might be armed.

I tell Vaughn while still linked, "Be careful, he's armed." Right afterwards, I see Weathers walking out from behind his cover. I throw myself out of Link mode.

I feel a nudge to my left and Vaughn crouches down and takes aim. He bellows, "You! Drop the weapon now! I said drop it! Don't do anything fucking stupid!"

Fuck it, push Vaughn aside and get a taze in on Weathers.
No risks
I will not have Vaughn or Weathers shoot each other.

>>567961
I also forgot to maybe mention if we use lethal force on Weathers he might turn like the other feranthros did when they died. Which will be a good excuse to tell Vaughn when you fuck up his aim.

Actually, you know, might just flashbang the room.

Your decision, Aiden. You can flashbang Vaugn and Weathers at the same time or ruin Vaugn's aim and taze Weathers. Whatever you think you can do faster.

If you got the stones just walk between Weathers and Vaughn.
Tazing Weathers might be dangerous if he is injured and besides just a day ago he was still your partner.

Tell Vaughn to stand down and tell Weathers that if he wants to talk then he better start talking.

>>567948
Taze him, bro.

Don't want weathers dying here.
We NEED him alive and unharmed.

Agreed. Weathers is not only a vital source of information on the conspiracy brainwashing and kidnapping members of the city infrastructure, but is also now a suspect in mass murder of law enforcement officers. At least he can be said to be unfit to stand trial/ was mindfucked at the time crimes were comitted. Is there a defense in the court system for being physically/psychically/chemically forced to commit a crime? I'd assume so, if brain-viruses are a thing that can happen.
Oh and two more things. He's your friend, and he is, or was, a cop. We don't let our men go down that easy.
You can't afford to go easy on him, but you can't afford to let him die. This is what is called a dilemna.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/30(Sun)19:10 No. 568113 ID: 9f5a86
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> Fuck it, push Vaughn aside and get a taze in on Weathers.
> Taze him, bro.

I leap forward and push Vaughn aside as I take aim with my taser.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/03/30(Sun)19:10 No. 568114 ID: 9f5a86
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I fire and land a direct shot on Weathers' chest. Weathers drops to the ground like a sack of rocks. He lets out a loud and sudden gasp and begins to moan.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Vaughn asks hotly.

"I don't want him dead! He was a cop, you hear? His name is Weathers. I don't know what happened to him or what caused things to come to this point, but I will not let him die." Vaughn just gazes at me for a bit and then looks away, huffing with indifference.

"Sergeant," Weathers breathes out in a long drawl. "What's going on?"

You got grabbed by the advocate guys. They did there mind control crap on you.

Get your partner under his other arm and start moving him out of here. The longer we are out here the better the chance of running into something bad.

>>568114
If you can find the means to do so, try and tie him up a bit. We cant have him getting wiggy on us from mind control again, and even the slightest mitigating factor will help.

Take his gun, evidence baggie or tuck it away securely someplace he can't get to it.
Help him to his feet and reassure him. I don't know if we want to cuff him for his own safety, because it may trigger his mindfuckery again, and we are trying to run damage control on him rather than go full-blown inquisitior.
But jesus he's a mess. He needs a trauma ward, or a doctor, or a medic or whatever. I'd call getting him back to HQ alive a hell of an accomplishment and that should be our determinator target for the time being. That and keeping whatever used him to kill those cops from killing anyone else through him.
You're gonna get through this, man. You're gonna be ok.
Not good. But ok.

Secure the gun then jab Weathers with your spare astoga dose. Get Vaughn to cover the stairs while you wait for backup.

>>568114
You went nuts Weather's, looks like.
It's gonna be okay, but I got to restrain you in case you go under again. Or if you're still under and faking not being under.

So like, restrain him Aiden. Be nice about it, the guy's gotta be sensitive. You're going to want to do as much questioning as you can before the other cops get him. I know what cops think and do about cop killers, but what about cop cop killers? Or brainwashed cop cop killers? I don't know, but we have to make sure that when he goes into custody, he stays in custody and alive. I highly suggest having Massey, who has influence, get him some good guards that will protect him from even your own force. People she can trust to do the job right. There's not only potential spies in the force we have to worry about, there's going to be a bunch of your regular fellow cops that will want to do a number on Weathers.

Questions:
What's the most important stuff he can remember basically is all I got, where's he's been, if he can remember what they did to him, what he remembers since right after you left him, etc.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/01(Tue)12:10 No. 568452 ID: 9f5a86
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> Get Vaughn to cover the stairs while you wait for backup.

I tell Vaughn to keep watch over the stairs while I quickly head over to Weathers.

> Secure the gun then jab Weathers with your spare astoga dose.
> Take his gun
> If you can find the means to do so, try and tie him up a bit. We cant have him getting wiggy on us from mind control again, and even the slightest mitigating factor will help.

I pull out an Astoga syringe and jab him with it. He lets out a startled yelp and then sighs.

"Weathers, I need you to turn over. I have to restrain you in case you try something. I'm sorry about this, alright?" Weathers doesn't budge. I take his firearm and set it out of reach. I gently flip him over to his stomach and tie up his hands with some cuffs. "Can you get up?" I ask. Weathers doesn't respond and just looks away from me.

I help him up onto his feet and pick up his gun, inspecting it. I think this may be a submachine gun that's more commonly used in the Militia, as I hardly ever see something like this.

Suddenly, the terrible, familiar aching in my head appears once again. My vision starts to slightly blur and I grit my teeth.

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"Gullible. You must think I'm possessed or something," Weathers says. "I'm not helpless, you know." The pain is just getting worse, and up ahead I can see Vaughn being affected as well. "You see him? Imagine your pain, only ten times greater. That's what he's going through. Untie me and give me back my gun, and I will let him live."

"Oh God! Schar! My fucking head! I can't...I think..." Vaughn falls to the floor, writhing in agony. Fuck! What kind of shit is Weathers trying to pull here?! I have to decide what to do fast!

pistol whip him.

Threatening a friend is not helping you any. I can't trust its really you in there or someone else.

Tase him again or knock him in the head with the butt of your gun. Or you could try using your head powers to cancel his out.

"Well possessed or not why should I trust someone who's threatening me like this? For all I know once I give you the gun back you're going to shoot me."
I like the idea of pistol whipping him into unconciousness. Trying to stop his Link crap seems a poor idea though with how little we know of it. We take him unconcious and give him to one of the higher-ups or so to study, I think is the best way to handle him, since we apparently can't trust that he'll go back to normal anytime soon.

Taze him

>>568494
And tell Vaughn to tail it, don't bring the backup close, tell Vaughn he'll just kill them with a headache like he almost did Vaughn
You'll do fine on your own from here. Or at least the best.

>>568453
honestly, we've given him the benefit of the doubt long enough. Knock him into next week. Put some elbow into it, then call in medivac to see about putting him into an artificial coma until we can get this whole psychic monstrosity mess all sorted out well and good.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/03(Thu)11:35 No. 569015 ID: 9f5a86
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> pistol whip him.
> knock him in the head with the butt of your gun.
> I like the idea of pistol whipping him into unconciousness.
> Knock him into next week.

In a panic, I go out swinging and catch Weathers' head with the butt of my pistol. He drops again and hits the floor hard. He continues to stir, and I hit him again while he is down until he stops moving. I check his pulse to make sure I didn't just kill him, and thankfully it's still there.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/03(Thu)11:35 No. 569016 ID: 9f5a86
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I quickly rush over to Vaughn, who I notice is completely incapacitated. Blood is coming out of his eyes and nose, and he is twitching spastically. I just look at him, completely at a loss in what to do. I almost pray that backup has arrived or is close to arriving, otherwise I might've gotten another cop killed. My chest cavity feels like it's swelling. Heat pours of my head, anger building up inside of me.

"GODDAMNIT!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Several seconds after the awkward silence that follows, Vaughn starts to slur some words. I put my ear closer to him, trying to make out what he's saying. All of a sudden, he gasps and his speech becomes more clear.

"Schar. Schar...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. They're coming. Please...please forgive me. This is what I deserve. Leave me here. I...I tipped them off."

"What?!" I don't believe him at first. I didn't WANT to believe him. But I need clarification. "Who? Who did you tip off?!"

"The Hyuro. They've threatened my life..my family. Please forgive me. You need to run. You need to..." I think I can barely hear something distant. My eyes widen and my ears perk as I realize what this entails. "The cops...I didn't know...It's all so fucked up. I don't want to be a part...of this anymore."

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/03(Thu)11:35 No. 569017 ID: 9f5a86
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"Wait here," I order. "Don't die on me, okay?" I can't believe I just said that, considering the circumstances and that Vaughn apparently has connections with the feranthros.

I scramble onto my feet and go down the stairs. Halfway down, I strain my eyes and look toward the warehouse entrance and through the blinding white light. My eyes widen again at what I manage to see in the distance. Feranthros. A shit-load of them. I look to my left and see an emergency exit. In the time they're able reach this building, I may only have time to carry one person out without being jumped.

Weathers...or Vaughn? Or should I try something else?

Complete, absolute worst case scenario, I say we leave Vaughn and take Weathers. Vaughn's family is still in danger which would make him hesitant to help us. There is also the chance that Vaughn could claim that everything went according to plan (which it technically did) and hope that they won't kill him until later, when we can save him. Since Weathers is seen as too dangerous to live by the feranthros, there is an extremely high chance of him being killed if he is left here.

As for plan B... I've got nothing. Hiding Weathers/Vaughn will most likely not work because of the link, and the only thing that's in our pack that could be vaguely useful here is the flashbangs. The dead cops will most likely have equipment, but the only thing they might have that will be useful is mines/more grenades.(To note: Weathers was standing behind a crate with what looks like a police logo on it. Maybe there is something good in there.)

We could destroy the stairs and call for real help(barricading ourselves in) but I don't think we can last long enough unless we have an ace up our sleeve. We could also try to get Vaughn to claim to the Hyuro on the radio/phone that we got away, but I'm not sure they would believe that. Finally, we could set fire to the lower part of the building and hope that it keeps them at bay long enough for us all to get out. None of those ideas look particularly appetizing on their own.

Question Vaughn one last question before we leave or do anything
Who assigned him to you

Now then, call for backup if you can. Notify them of Weather's psychic threat when conscious and to find you but keep some distance, we need to get away from the Feranthro's while you question him so that's why you need backup to try and save Vaughn too. I don't care what they tell you to do or if Weather's psychic powers are a bunch of bull, just argue that there was a riot the other day where a Feranthro could give everyone in the surrounding area headaches and that some dead Feranthros change into beasts, it is not farfetched and it is documented in reports of officers of sane mind. Tell them to bring riot gear, nonlethal weaponry, it's the only way to deal with this amount of feranthro's without having them res as an abomination.

Look around the warehouse, out windows, find an escape path. I don't want to get cornered if we have to carry Weathers out. Do we have barricade materials? Are there any places we can get to where we can bottleneck the feranthros. Look around at surrounding buildings, can we confuse the feranthro mob?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/05(Sat)18:26 No. 569359 ID: 9f5a86
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> Look around the warehouse, out windows, find an escape path. I don't want to get cornered if we have to carry Weathers out. Do we have barricade materials? Are there any places we can get to where we can bottleneck the feranthros. Look around at surrounding buildings, can we confuse the feranthro mob?

> We could destroy the stairs and call for real help(barricading ourselves in) but I don't think we can last long enough unless we have an ace up our sleeve. We could also try to get Vaughn to claim to the Hyuro on the radio/phone that we got away, but I'm not sure they would believe that. Finally, we could set fire to the lower part of the building and hope that it keeps them at bay long enough for us all to get out. None of those ideas look particularly appetizing on their own.

I can't be thinking about so much shit at once! If I want to not get mobbed, I HAVE to make a single decision before I think of anything else. There is an exit right down the stairs. I can carry one person out and get to the road, hoping that backup is there. I guess my one other option is to try and hold out and hope that reinforcements will find me in here amidst the feranthro mob. I do not have any explosives on me, but maybe, JUST MAYBE there's something in one of the boxes. At first I don't believe any our goods could be kept outside of the armories in base, but with all the moles and spies everywhere, I suppose it isn't impossible.

I have very little time, and I have to focus. This is my last chance, and I need to make a straight choice. I can hold out and try to keep both Weathers and Vaughn from harm, or I can get the hell out, take one of them with me, and bum rush to a vehicle or something. There really is no telling what's out there, but if I'm lucky enough, there will be one.

Hold, you can make it
You just need a few minutes, 10 or 20 at most for backup to arrive. We can make that happen. The fact that there's stairs makes ALL the difference. That is huge bottle neck. We can hold out for 20 minutes then.

We need to announce to the feranthro's that you're the link, however, and that killing you would delay whatshernames plans for a few years. That's a few more years of hell, and deaths and sacrifices for their race. Do they want that? Because you sure as hell aren't going to survive this fight if it goes bad, you've made sure of it.

Say you found a bomb and have it armed. Stay the FUCK away.

We still don't have the ace up our sleeve... Fuck it, I don't want to lose either of them. Time to go all in on a pair of twos. Plan call for back-up and barricade yourself in is a go.

First thing's first, call for back-up. Let them know where you are and that you are trapped with two injured/incapacitated cops.(technically true, Weather's hasn't been kicked off the force yet) While you do this, go downstairs and search the 3 dead cops packs for incendiary ammo(quick search, it it's hard to tell, take it all with you.) or a mine. Glance around to see if any of the barrels/boxes down there have a bright "flammable" label on them.(seems to be one in a pic of the upstairs) If you see one, try to move it to the middle of the stairs. If you see nothing useful, go upstairs and pray there is something in that box.

Any explosives or whatever flammable stuff you find should be set on the stairs and set aflame(hopefully from a distance with incendiary ammo) or set to explode asap. The goal is to make the stairs unusable. Whether that be by destroying them completely, weakening them enough that a large group can't stand on them, or just keeping them on fire so noone wants to pass. After you deal with the stairs(or if you decide you don't have enough time), close the door to the second floor(lock it if you can) and move as many heavy things in the way as your arms can manage.

Hold your ground, i highly doubt they have any ranged weaponry, which puts them at a disadvantage if they try to assault your position.

Call for reinforcements ASAP, if you can hold out till they get here, it'll be a smooth mop-up from there.

Oh, and bind weathers so he doesn't pull any stupid shit.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/06(Sun)12:55 No. 569440 ID: 9f5a86
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> Hold, you can make it

I decide that I will hold out until backup arrives. I rush up the stairs and see that Weathers and Vaughn are still down. I move to the wooden box that has the Primordia logo on it and lift up the cover. My God. There are actually explosives in here. It makes me wonder how much shit the rats stole altogether...and how long they've been accumulating.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/06(Sun)12:55 No. 569441 ID: 9f5a86
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Without a second thought, I take a grenade and set the timer. I have to get rid of the stairs. It's a good chokepoint, but I'd much rather try not to kill anyone. There's no telling what would happen. I roll the grenade down the stairs, hearing the pattering of many feranthro feet echoing across the interior. I throw myself over Vaughn, cursing myself for not thinking to roll him to a safer spot. The explosion is deafening, a wave of heat washing over me as the ground trembles violently.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/06(Sun)12:55 No. 569442 ID: 9f5a86
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When things settle, I equip my rifle and walk over to the wreckage outside. I've managed to blow up the stairs...as well as a good chunk of the wall. I break the silence and shout to the mob below, "You all may want to kill me, but it could be a big mistake!" I take out another grenade and hold it in front of my face so that anyone jacking my vision can see it.

I continue to shout, "You know who I am, right? All of you? This body holds the Link! You kill me, and you all have to suffer through more years in your filth! You don't want that, do you?!" To the side, I can see a younger feranthro walking through the crowd. It's Glowing-Eyes. Yeah, I've seen this one before. She seems very calm and stoic, and it's somewhat irritating.

"What makes you think we want to kill you, Caelus? That sounds very counter-productive to me. Let's make an agreement, yes? If you come on down and accompany us, no one else has to die here. What will it be?" she asks.

If you can plainly state what your intentions are without more religious mumbly bullshit I might consider it. So far your creepy mind control crap and all the abominations floating around do not help anyone trust you.

Shout that your name is Aiden. I don't care whatever the hell they called you in the prophecies or if somehow you're a weird feranthro orphan named Caelus turned anthro and dropped in an orphanage or whatever bullshit reason your name is Caelus to them, you were raised as Aiden. You don't care about anything about their bullshit plan. You are the cop Aiden, first and foremost. Nothing else matters to you.

And that you're not coming down because you hold more cards than they do. You ARE the link. You promise that either we all live and you get to go home not with them, or we ALL die right here. If they want to kill Weathers or Vaughn after that, they're going to have to do it with their damn spies in the police precinct, if they're even competent enough to pull it off without getting caught.
Those are the two options. Take it or leave it, Glow-Eyes. And we doubt their men even have the capability of making it up here and making you desperate enough to blow this place to kingdom come. So they're just going to end up failing if they even try. Backup's on the way with tear gas and riot gear, all nonlethal so their abominations don't rise. Better bail, feranthros. They can't win here.

I say agree to talk on two conditions: One, you get to stay up here. If their reasoning is actually good enough to justify *all this* then it might be worth hearing them out.Being indoctrinated with freaky voodoo shit from birth does not count as a good reason though. Second is that they refer to you as Aiden. Who you were or who you are supposed to be means nothing to you. The only thing that's important right now is who you *are*. And who you are is Aiden Schar, a member of the police force.

Acting like you might be reasonable will buy you just a bit more time. They can still get to you if they stack on each other. 'Course if she refuses, I wonder if a flashbang to the face would change her mind.

>>569442

Tell her to get fucked. *deth*

I'm serious, how many of your fellow officers have gotten killed?
Doesn't seem to treat her comrades any better, the other feranthros have, at best, pipes and bricks. she seems to have no qualms about sending waves of acolytes to die for her.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/08(Tue)16:58 No. 569788 ID: 9f5a86
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> If you can plainly state what your intentions are without more religious mumbly bullshit I might consider it. So far your creepy mind control crap and all the abominations floating around do not help anyone trust you.
> I say agree to talk on two conditions: One, you get to stay up here. If their reasoning is actually good enough to justify *all this* then it might be worth hearing them out.Being indoctrinated with freaky voodoo shit from birth does not count as a good reason though. Second is that they refer to you as Aiden. Who you were or who you are supposed to be means nothing to you. The only thing that's important right now is who you *are*. And who you are is Aiden Schar, a member of the police force.

"We'll talk, but I'm staying up here. And my name is Aiden, you hear me? AIDEN SCHAR. I don't care what my name used to be. I am a member of the Primordia Police Force. You got that?"

Glowing-Eyes just chuckles and nods. "Very well then...Aiden. I suppose it's more appropriate. You aren't in your true form, after all." I'm taken aback by this for a moment, but regain my composure.

"Now, you're going to tell me what EXACTLY your intentions are with me. Don't give me some bullshit about prophecies."

"The factors in these 'prophecies' are very much real, Aiden. You should know this. If you accompany us to the Lower City, all will be revealed to you. We only wish to harvest the awakening power in your body. It is a power that the Advocate yearns. It has been with you since birth. Once extracted, we do not need you any longer, and you will be released. Are you willing to come down, now?"

First of all the whole extraction thing sounds horrible. And second of all its my god damned power and maybe I want it staying right where it is.

Did you even consider that if you calmly explained what you want to do I might even sympathize with your cause? But no its all kidnap and brainwash people around me in a sick attempt to control me. I am not wandering down into your death cave so you can carve out my brain in some crazy cult ritual.

So either you fucking tell me what the fuck you want right now or I will have no choice but to continue doing what I want with my "powers".

Who knows somehow I even might stumble into doing what you want. But there is a much better chance I will get sick of your shit and end up working against you. Hell at this point even if helping you would end up saving the world I am more likely to just tell you to fuck off out of spite.

Make sure no one has scaled the building or anything while you have been talking and is about to club you over the head from behind.

Ask what their endgame is, it likely won't be any more justified than before but you might be able to get glowing eyes into monologue mode which buys you some time. Keep checking the windows for activity, glowing might also get the same idea about delays and try to have some thugs find a way up while talking.

We don't like the idea of being... extracted. Or the idea of apparently turning useless afterward and killed because of it. Or god forbid "being changed to my true form" to make us useful like the rest of the officers. Thanks for clearing it up though, at least, it's something to think about and learn later. LATER.
We'll learn everything on our own first. If we learn something we don't like and that ends up changing everything, maybe that'll actually happen later, but only when we can deduce everything from nonbiased sources. You see, we're not a big fan of the kidnapping and murdering and brainwashing their cult is doing. It'll take REALLY big changing shit to even being a quarter okay with that.

Hey you know, another reason we don't want to join is that the loinclothes... I just can't take it seriously. We try and look Yuseta in the eye and all I can do is have the eyes drift to that bludge right there to the left.

For god's sake Yuseta, tell that guy to go away or at least move his crotch away from her face from this angle, it's like he's wearing a cod piece under there oh god

Well that's a fair bit better than it has been. They were doing a piss-poor job of making themselves look good. If they had been reasonable from the start you might have been willing to just go with them; As of now though, you will either need a ton more information about what exactly they will do, or some sort of hard backed certainty that they will let you back out if you feel like it. Because as of right now, their record of going against peoples' will is pretty bad. Hell we're almost to the point of just saying "Go fuck yourself" on principle alone, regardless of argument.

((Also
>If you accompany us to the Lower City, all will be revealed to you.
That is starting to sound like some freaky voodoo shit to me.))

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/10(Thu)17:14 No. 570039 ID: 9f5a86
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"Maybe if you bastards didn't completely ruin your image to me through all the murders, brainwashing, and transformations, I would feel just a little empathy for you. I'm keeping this power where it is. I don't really like the idea of having my brains 'extracted.' You'd better leave, or I promise you'll regret being here. Last warning!"

Glowing-Eyes just frowns and shakes her head.

"I've given you an opportunity to come forth peacefully, but you have forced me to turn to coercion," she says solemnly. I look behind my shoulder and make sure that no one is trying to pull off a sneak attack on me. Just when I do this, Vaughn starts to scream, writhing in agony. I rush over to give him aid, but I almost immediately throw myself back. There is a huge heat wave coming from his body. I can see STEAM pouring out of his head. His screams eventually fade into pitiful gurgles, and then he is completely still. I sit and stare, absolutely mortified.

I hear Glowing-Eyes call from below, "You do not know what sort of power you face. You may carry the Link, but I have conditioned myself. Join us, or this will not be the last life to fade here. Do not cause anybody else to suffer, Aiden."

>>570039
Those sick fucks!

How long until backup arrives? We need them yesterday!

Grenade her once more, cook it to make sure she can't dodge it
You are police
You will not be coerced.

>>570054
Nevermind about the cook, it's stupid
Just pick a grenade up and throw it. I should make it clear to be a lethal grenade.

Approach the box backwards, incase she's peering through your eyes. And light the grenade away from your eyes too.

>>570039
Tell her that she made her point then pop the grenade over the edge. Make sure Weathers and Vaughn aren't watching you toss the grenade.

Do the grenade thing, this chick can't be trusted.
Also, afterwards, say:
Aaaand what's too keep something like that from happening to me then? You got him to dance on your strings and look where he's at now.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/12(Sat)12:23 No. 570245 ID: 9f5a86
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I slowly stand up and back away from Vaughn's body. I slowly pace myself towards the back where the crate is. I try to keep my eyes looking forward so that she doesn't predict my plan. I grab a grenade and then walk over to the door.

"That's it," I hear Glowing-Eyes say. I remove the pin and lob the grenade out. It bounces off the wall and falls to the main chamber. I can hear panic and a lot of activity down below. The feranthros are scattering.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/12(Sat)12:23 No. 570246 ID: 9f5a86
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K-KPROOM! A heavy, fiery smoke rises toward the roof as if it were expelled by a flamethrower. This isn't just a natural rise. It's as if the explosion was "bent" to come toward my direction. Intense heat showers the area, and I step back, shielding my face with my arm. More of the wall breaks away, leaving a large, ugly hole. I fall onto my knees, losing hope.

I can hear Glowing-Eyes devising a plan but I can only hear bits. "...more of those around?"

Her goons are conversing with her. "Yes, Lord Hyuro."

"Good...find some...you come back, plant...get him out of..."

"But, my Lord...hurt him..."

"The least he'll suffer is a fractured bone."

As I wallow in hopelessness, I think I can hear a distant engine from the hole in the wall, and then the screeching of wheels. Can it be?

>>570246
Fall back! *deth*

It sounds like they plan to subdue you and take you with them anyways, Ready your weapon, make sure it's loaded. And where's that goddamn backup?

>>570246
Tell her you'll suffer more than a fractured bone if you blow all the explosives at once, which at this point you're willing to do just to kill her and her entire cult, if they're all here.

SO GET OUT. I will take EVERYONE here with me.

>>570251
Wait, don't be so hasty before sounding everything. First yell to them it sounds like the calvary's arrived. Then if it turns out it's totally bad for and you feel desperate, then we can go with plan suicide.

Or we could simply try and wake Weather's now, if that's possible. If we DO plan to potentially blow the place up as a last ditch effort, well, still wake him up so he can escape.
we don't know enough to condemn him to death.

you are the conduit, the power they are using is YOURS. TAKE IT BACK!

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/15(Tue)09:18 No. 570838 ID: 9f5a86
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> First yell to them it sounds like the calvary's arrived. Then if it turns out it's totally bad for and you feel desperate, then we can go with plan suicide.

> Or we could simply try and wake Weather's now, if that's possible. If we DO plan to potentially blow the place up as a last ditch effort, well, still wake him up so he can escape. we don't know enough to condemn him to death.

"Sounds like trouble for all of you! You should've left a while ago!" I yell down to the mob.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/15(Tue)09:18 No. 570840 ID: 9f5a86
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No way. Who the hell is this bitch? How does she have this kind of power? Shouldn't I have the same thing? The same abilities?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/15(Tue)09:19 No. 570841 ID: 9f5a86
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I was distracted...I have to try and get Weathers out before I do something crazy. Just as I have this thought, I feel something heftily collide with my back and then something sharp on my shoulder area.

>>570841
Good thing you've got heavy armor on. Time to run then. Grab weathers and try to get away as fast/quietly as possible. Is the emergency exit still safe? As soon as you can get a fair distance away, use your com to report your escape. Don't forget to take 2/3 of the grenades on your way out.

You might have some sort of ability like hers. But if you both had the same type of powers why would they want you so badly when they already have her?

They called you the link so whatever you have might be a bit less direct than crushing cars and more dangerous like mind controlling the entire population or something.

Whatever it is you had better not count on backup right now and do whatever you have to to keep yourself from getting captured.

If you want to try experimenting with your powers go ahead. But I would avoid trying to directly attack anyone and instead see if you can do something to disrupt whatever mind control they have over Weathers here. That or really testing out how many grenades she can deflect in quick succession.

Can you use the momentum of him jumping on you to flip him over your shoulder?

Weathers you idiot don't attack us
We're surrounded and we need to work together now
Don't blame me for this, you're the one that had to call me and make me do my job. I was just about to let you go because I was about to threaten to suicide bomb as a last resort so could you PLEASE just get off.

If he lets you do your thing, radio that the Feranthro's have large firepower and anti-riot capabilities. Bring big guns and lots of people. I mean, jesus shit this is a fucking war down here a bunch of people are DEAD now. They're using some sort of unknown weapon or ability, we repeat, they can destroy our vehicles with their mind. THIS IS NOT A JOKE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, Vaughn has had his brain fried and our support is currently on fire.

>>570840
Aw, bullshit! i can't believe this!
>>570904
I also reiterate the second part, HIGH FUCKING ALERT

THINK HARD at weathers. try to FORCE your thoughts into his skull.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/17(Thu)10:38 No. 571233 ID: 9f5a86
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> You might have some sort of ability like hers. But if you both had the same type of powers why would they want you so badly when they already have her?

I have no idea. I'm still not aware of my full potential...it's really hard to tell what makes me so different.

> Can you use the momentum of him jumping on you to flip him over your shoulder?

The notion to get Weathers off of me sounds good, seeing as how he has easy access to my jugular. I reach back and flip him over onto his back. He hits the floor hard, the wind knocked out of him.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/17(Thu)10:38 No. 571234 ID: 9f5a86
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I sit on Weathers' torso and grab the fur on his cheeks, really pissed off. I start to shake him and roughly whack his head against the ground, shouting, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Weathers! Why are you doing this?! Get your fucking head together!"

I keep his head still for a moment, letting him restore his focus. He then says between chuckles, "I've seen things. I've seen horrible things from a distant time. I know what I must do. You have to die, Sarge. You are the key to destruction."

I gaze deeply into his gleaming eyes. No...he's not being possessed. The poor kid has literally gone fucking mental. He's snapped. I don't know what it was exactly...whether it was a traumatizing event, or something else. I notice something behind his bangs and I move them over. How did I not see this before? There is a bullet half-way lodged into his forehead.

"What the hell is this?" I breathe out. Weathers just makes a shit-eating grin. If he was able to stop a bullet from going into his head...that must mean he's inherited some sort of power. I'm starting to really wonder just how many different abilities are stuffed into this stupid Link bullshit, and why I haven't been able to show off much of it.

But maybe things can change. Maybe there's something I can do. Maybe I can bring this whole goddamn place down, kill all the fuckers below, and then make my escape relatively unscathed. I have no idea how that would work though.

> Grab weathers and try to get away as fast/quietly as possible. Is the emergency exit still safe? As soon as you can get a fair distance away, use your com to report your escape. Don't forget to take 2/3 of the grenades on your way out.

I could also do this, but I'm very hesitant. There are still a lot of feranthro down there.

I am guessing from what Weathers looks like they might have forced powers on him and it was to much all at once. Also seems to induce some rather quick physical changes. He might be able to be saved if you can find a way to isolate him from the others.

For the moment its not worth worrying about. If you can use any of your powers go for it and if not stick with your police training. This is not the time to be experimenting unless you have run out of other options.

The lady downstairs seems to have to focus her powers rather intently on one spot. If you can rapid fire a bunch of grenades and book it she should only be able to shield herself. The trick is not getting blown up in the resulting firestorm.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/04/19(Sat)19:55 No. 571629 ID: 9f5a86
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It doesn't look like I have much of a choice here. I am a source of a power that THEY want, and I can't help but feel that I should be able to do some really crazy things, even crazier than what Glowing-Eyes managed to pull off. I go to the box full of grenades and rummage around. There are stacks of heavier explosives lying on the bottom of the box. I look up immediately as I take one out, hoping Glowing-Eyes didn't happen to see me make this discovery. They've probably been using this stash for their suicide bombing missions. Pulling this off may be a little hard. I will have to try and remember how to set up one of these, and then try to do it without looking at the damn thing.

After feeling around the surface of the bomb with my fingers, I start to set the timer.

I can hear Glowing-Eyes say, "You have nowhere to go, Aiden. If it comes down to it, we will force you out of there." Well, don't worry, nutjob, I'm doing that for you. I can't help but feel this is going to mean a wasteful death, but I keep reminding myself that it's better to catch them off guard with this stunt rather than serve myself up on a silver platter. It's going down, one way or another. I probably won't manage to kill Glowing-Eyes, but I hope I can take down as many of the other fuckers down there.

I press the last button and the bomb begins to beep. I turn and walk over to Weathers, who's looking at me in fascination.

"You're really doing this?" he asks.

"Just shut up and stay behind me." I get on my knees and extend my right arm. I look a little stupid, but if I'm going to pull off this forcefield bullshit, then I -

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/19(Sat)19:56 No. 571631 ID: 9f5a86
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My pleasant morning paperwork session is suddenly interrupted by a strange feeling in my skull. The sensation moves down to the area around my eyes. I blink and shake my head vigorously, and in a couple seconds, it's gone. I don't know what the hell that was all about.

Today was already proving to be strange right when I got out of bed. I feel...more energetic than I have in the past several years of being down in this shithole. It's as if something awakened in me. Maybe it's a calling - a good omen that I might get some answers this session. The punk in the suit wouldn't say a damn thing last night, and I was on the verge of physical intervention. I'm free to do this as I see fit to him, as long as I don't cause him harm that requires medical care, because then that's on my ass.

I realize I'm drifting off and I get back to the finishing touches on this bit of paperwork. Now I can carry on to more interrogations. I remember I got a call earlier about an injured police officer that was taken to the clinic. The thing of interest is that this officer has confessed to being involved in some rather heinous plots. I've got to choose who to accost for now: Nathan Varnum, the feranthro. Cory Rhyner, the punk. Or Daniel Fournier, who is obviously still in the clinic (of which I have no restriction whatsoever).

Go to Fournier first, the weak link in all this heinous stuff is going to be the anthros sympathethic towards the feranthros. On the plus side if you have to resort to physical intervention Fourier will already have tender spots ripe for exploitation. Question Fournier on who he contacted to get involved and see if he had a handler.

Are there any hard limits on physical intervention set by your superiors or are you free to act as long you don't make a mess that require a doctor?

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/22(Tue)11:06 No. 571920 ID: 9f5a86
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> Are there any hard limits on physical intervention set by your superiors or are you free to act as long you don't make a mess that require a doctor?

That's pretty much what I said.

> Go to Fournier first, the weak link in all this heinous stuff is going to be the anthros sympathethic towards the feranthros.

I decide to give Fournier a nice little visit. Seeing that he is already in a clinic, my restrictions on terms of getting physical may be even more slim, but we'll see how much he pushes me.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/22(Tue)11:06 No. 571921 ID: 9f5a86
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I manage to locate the room he is being held in, a guard standing outside the opening. He does not stop me and simply nods upon seeing me. I head inside and see Fournier reclined.

Fournier eyes me and then groans. "Um, could this wait? I'm really not feeling too good," he says. How should I kick this off?

Tell him you need to get his story now rather than later.

If he asks why tell him that a lot of the injured are either mutating or exploding lately so you want to make sure you get his side of the story before that happens.

And to protect him from such a fate if he cooperates.

Make sure if something crazy does happen you have a quick way out of the room or can defend yourself.

Well if you go in and start slapping him around it will be hard to switch to good cop mode so lets start by being nice and polite.

Ask him about his heinous crimes and such and see how proud he is of what he did. Then bring up the ferals and see how he reacts. Will let us know if he sympathizes with there cause.

>>571921
Tell him sorry Fornier, but you're a little worried about how waiting may make the future worse.
For example, something you know could lead us to a dying officer in the field or even a pending terror attack, even if it isn't clear to you at first it would lead to this so called dying officer or attack, that means every minute is crucial. We will not leave our investigations to lucky timing, officer.
Sooner is ALWAYS better.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/24(Thu)10:21 No. 572193 ID: 9f5a86
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> If he asks why tell him that a lot of the injured are either mutating or exploding lately so you want to make sure you get his side of the story before that happens.

I don't know anything about that. There are disgusting abominations, I'm sure of that, but their origins are still unknown to me.

> Tell him you need to get his story now rather than later.

"Why don't you tell me a story?" I say while pulling up a chair. "I hear you have a really good one to tell."

He grunts in pain as he scoots backwards and sits up. "Yeah, well, maybe I do. Maybe I'm not in the right mood to talk about it right now."

"You'd might as well tell me now. After all, every minute counts in this whole situation. Your words could potential save another officer. It could stop another little scheme from going through."

"It already happened," Fournier says. "There's nothing I can say that will change things."

> Ask him about his heinous crimes and such and see how proud he is of what he did. Then bring up the ferals and see how he reacts. Will let us know if he sympathizes with there cause.

"So about your apparent crimes...are you proud of what you've done? Has your work benefited your beloved ferals?" I put in an extra-snarky tone to this in hopes of irritating him. He looks at me with a frown and squinted eyes.

"You already assume that I don't regret anything, huh? Well, Inspector, let me tell you something. I'm not conceited in the slightest." He looks away for a moment and then begins to recollect. "We were all huddled up in this one empty house. We had just taken another police officer. One said he was under Caelus for a time, and that his being influenced would attract Caelus undoubtedly. We tried to do the same thing we did to the last subject we had."

"Last subject?" This in particular interested me.

"I'm sure you've heard about the incident with the monstrosity. The one with a bag on his head. Well, that time we were with some more incompetent fellows. As we injected him, he went a little nuts. Some guys overreacted and just killed him right then and there. We split pretty quickly after that, locking the house up so that no one could release the damn thing."

"But you said your guys killed him," I point out. Fournier laughs.

"Yeah, they did. I, of course, never really saw it with my own eyes at the time, but his body became reanimated. His body morphed into some hideous creature. No one could figure out why it happened, but the stuff we injected him with...it might have had some bad side effects..."

"What stuff are you talking about?"

"I don't know. I don't know where it came from. Looks a lot like Astoga. It isn't though. It really isn't. We left one in a small box, forgetting about it as we fled the scene."

"Huh. And what about the latest incident. Tell me more about what happened there."

"It was horrible," he looks away, shuddering. He doesn't say much else. I think I might have to push him a little more to talk.

Oh come now if your little crusade is worth it why are you shuddering? If a few random people you know get horribly mutated its all worth it right? I am sure that sort of thing will not happen to you. I mean you are a valuable asset to the ferals.

So I get that you are trying to draw out Aiden by messing with people near him. But still not sure about your motivation. Did they lure you in with promises of wealth and power? Or are you a true believer in whatever it is they are doing? Or do you just get off on hurting people?

Ask him how he got hurt.

>>572193
So what you are telling me is that you feral twits are getting supplied with some zombie serum now?

>>572193
"Tell me exactly who this Caelus is, in your own words. I mean much more than just a name."

So what exactly are you fighting for? What is worth all this destruction and death?

We need to get to the root of this movement so we can find the leaders.

So what exactly are you fighting for? What is worth all this destruction and death?

We need to get to the root of this movement so we can find the leaders.

So what exactly are you fighting for? What is worth all this destruction and death?

We need to get to the root of this movement so we can find the leaders.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/25(Fri)18:51 No. 572411 ID: 9f5a86
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"What do you have to shudder about? If you felt all this was of any worth, why would all this affect you so much?"

"Well, I don't know, Inspector. Maybe it's the fact that after this kid had changed, he went berserk and mowed down everyone in the room." I adjust my seating position in intrigue. "I've never seen anything like it. Someone even tried shooting him, but he wasn't affected at all. I don't know how it could've gone so wrong."

"So that's what happened up until you escaped?" I ask.

"I was lucky. Really lucky. The kid passed out shortly after he killed the others. If only I had awoken sooner, I could've put a bullet in his head. Here's the thing. When he woke up, he was normal again. He wasn't the insane, laughing killer he was not too long ago. I almost shot him, but he disarmed me and then managed to escape before reinforcements came in."

"Tell me more about the 'stuff.' You concocted some kind of zombie serum?"

"Zombie serum?" he just laughs. "Well, call it what you want. I was initially told its only purpose was to turn anthros into feranthros, but there weren't exactly any high-grade scientists working on this. From what I've seen now, it's pretty unstable, even if it works for the most part."

I'm surprised with how open Fournier is being. Perhaps he actually feels regret for being a part of this twisted operation. He should.

"You mentioned someone named Caelus. Tell me exactly who he is, and I don't mean an alias. Tell me everything you know about him."

"Caelus is the central interest of all this dirty work. The serum might be unstable and might have some side effects we don't know about, but it works. They want to change Caelus into his original self, to make the harvest more simple. Whatever that means."

"Harvest?" I question, feeling a sudden dread.

"All I know is that they want to take some kind of power out of him."

I lean forward, glare at him, and say, "So you don't know all of the details, yet you want to support them? What about all the sacrifices that were made, the destruction of innocent lives? Why do you fight for these piles of scum?"

He glares back. "You don't know the whole picture, Inspector. A lot of us are being practically held at gunpoint. Their spies and workers are everywhere. It's impossible to pluck out every single one by now. And those destructive ones you've mentioned, like the suicide bombers? Those guys aren't even a part of this. I understand how you would make that connection at first, but they really aren't. Yuseta's army will bring destruction even greater than they ever could."

"Yuseta?" The name sends a chill down my spine, yet I've never heard of it until now.

"She leads the Lower City...as far as I know. Maybe there's some bigger system chugging along down there, I dunno."

Is there anything more I should ask him? He seems to know only a chunk of what's going on, but he's already given me a lot of details.

>>572411
Does he know any details about this destruction Yuseta will bring? Her motives for this destruction?

Is Yuseta originally even from Primordia? She sounds so alien, it's hard to believe that even with the mysteries of the Lower City that these strange happenings would go unnoticed for generations of building Primordia, at least amongst the anthros.

Lets see, with these connections, we can see a sufficient amount of truth. Is this captured officer the Rookie Weathers? Can you confirm the identity of Caelus to us? What is his true allegiance? Is he a spy? Is he an enemy of this Yuseta? Tell us more of these powers of Yuseta and Caelus, if you can.

Lock the door, keep an eye on Fornier though.Also keep your hand on your tazer or gun at all times now, if he IS telling the truth there may be assassin's sent his way right now, even amongst the doctors. Observe his IV, and ask what his medications are, if he knows.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/26(Sat)10:31 No. 572435 ID: 9f5a86
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> Lock the door, keep an eye on Fornier though.Also keep your hand on your tazer or gun at all times now, if he IS telling the truth there may be assassin's sent his way right now, even amongst the doctors.

Probably a good idea. I remain aware of this possibility and head over to the door to lock it.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? I told you everything I know!" Fournier says.

"Settle down. You mentioned their spies are everywhere. What makes you think there isn't someone in this facility right now who wants you dead? Just how expendable are you to the feranthros and Yuseta?"

He groans loudly in defeat, sitting back again. "Well fuck them. I'm not doing anymore of their dirty work."

I walk back to Fournier and ask further questions.

"Tell me more about Yuseta. Give me any details you have on this 'destruction' she will bring. What are her motives?"

"It'll be massive. It'll scale the whole damn island I can assure you, but they have their eyes set on primary targets, of course. That's all I know about her. If I had to guess...her 'motives' would involve just simply getting rid of all anthros," he explains.

"Is she even from Primordia? How could all this have gone by for years during the building of our own civilization?" This is a certain subject that has been itching at me.

"I don't know. I really don't know jack about that. I'm always hearing rumors that parts of our history are strictly archived though."

"Yes, I know about this. Hum.." I scratch my chin and try to find something else to pry on him about.

> Is this captured officer the Rookie Weathers?

I don't know where I would base this assumption from.

"The officer you guys pulled in recently. What is his name?" I ask.

"I think it might have been a 'Weathers.' I might be wrong. I only saw a glimpse of his tag."

"Can you confirm Caelus' identity?"

"I thought you didn't want an alias? Whatever. He's an 'Aiden Schar,' a canid."

I feel my chest welling up. Things are beginning to come together. I've been with their target this whole time.

"Tell me Caelus' allegiance," I order.

"He doesn't know shit. Apparently he can hardly even control his own power. This is a pretty great power, you see. It has potential to be even greater than Yuseta's. That's all I know about that. These are all things I've heard from little conversations between my 'peers.' You gonna keep trying to wring me dry? Because there is nothing else I know about this."

I scoff and look toward the door. I get up and pace around, planning my next move. Either I leave him and suspend my paranoia, or I take him and try to see if I can get him to safety (after dealing with possible bullshit from the clinic, of course). The thing is, I don't know how safe it is now, even in the confines of our base. His little talk about spies being everywhere has opened my eyes. I must remain extra vigilant and aware from this point on.

>>572435
>I don't know where I would base this assumption from.
The connections in your head might figure this out. Weather's has been recently been reported missing, this incident where Fornier helped another kidnapped officer turned, Near A + Near B = C. As in kidnapped officer "Name" + the Fornier Kidnapped transformation incident = probable victim's name is Weathers.

Take him. Whatever, he's a crucial witness. If drastic measures are required in the future against more spies, his legal testimony may save yourself and help you work against spies. Publicly supporting his theories is career suicide until sufficient proof has come up. Even with the proof that you may find in the future, if he dies, his testimony goes with him.

Actually, I honestly don't know if he'll be charged with anything if he was coerced into working with Feranthro sympathizers. Do you happen to know the law on that? Threats to family, etc.?

Ask him the name of any spies he knows, which ones were coerced and which ones were are actual sympathizers and may be coercing the others. We'll find a way to protect the families if the officers that are being threatened have legal protection against being charged with conspiracy to commit terrorism. If there isn't, then it is MUCH harder because you'll need more proof and aforementioned career suicide comes into play, not to mention becoming a bigger target yourself.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/27(Sun)11:19 No. 572545 ID: 9f5a86
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> Actually, I honestly don't know if he'll be charged with anything if he was coerced into working with Feranthro sympathizers. Do you happen to know the law on that? Threats to family, etc.?

An anthro is to remain vigilant when being threatened, but if his family is on the line, usually he won't be held accountable unless his actions are excessively atrocious.

> Weather's has been recently been reported missing, this incident where Fornier helped another kidnapped officer turned, Near A + Near B = C. As in kidnapped officer "Name" + the Fornier Kidnapped transformation incident = probable victim's name is Weathers.

Probable, but there are a lot of officers missing.

> Take him. Whatever, he's a crucial witness.

"Can you walk right?" I ask Fournier. He looks down at his wound.

"Yeah. It'll hurt a bit. Might need support here and there."

"Stay close to me. I'm going to get you to a safer place." As funny as that sounded, Fournier might prove to be a crucial witness, and who knows, he may even remember more details down the road.

Together we walk out of the clinic with little resistance. As we move along, I speak up, "Would you know the names of the spies you worked with?"

"Everyone I knew is dead now. Doesn't matter anymore." I don't appreciate his curt tone, but I brush it off.

We arrive at the main headquarters building. Considering I have other things to do with my time than babysit, I look for the nearest rookie. It would be more sensible to entrust Fournier to a newbie rather than an experienced cop, considering the experienced went through more time being exposed down here and possibly being affected by the feranthro regime.

A find a male vulpine lounging about and give him his new orders.

"Keep him safe and check on him often. Once he's in an enclosed cell, go and report his arrival." I expected Fournier to be adverse to this, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Yes, ma'am!" the fox says with spunk.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/27(Sun)11:19 No. 572546 ID: 9f5a86
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With that, I head back to the main lobby only to be greeted with a piercing alarm. Alert Red. I check the nearest monitor and see that eight chips are out of commission. Eight people. That's a little worrying, and greatly interests me at the same time. Interrogations can wait a little longer. I have to see what's going on in the jungle.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/27(Sun)11:19 No. 572547 ID: 9f5a86
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I head to Industrial District 2, not a far walk, and see something quite startling. Down in the warehouse yard, there is a massive, smoldering pile of metal and assorted debris. Down the path I'm on, I see a few military grunts in the midst of more wreckage. I see wheels scattered about, so there must have also been a vehicular mishap.

My analytic senses are tingling, excitement building up inside me. This could very well be a playground for someone like me. Where do I begin?

Ok first we need to secure evidence quickly. Have someone get pictures of everything and get the scene secured.

Then we need to search for bodies. We should have at least 8 bodies. If not someone has hauled them off or they are paste. After that you can work off what you have found and see if this was a attack or a terrorist bomb or something else.

>>572547
Observe wreckage, collect reports of why this many officers were on the scene (you could ask the other officers on the scene or use the radio, both should have the reports on them), look for security cameras on the warehouse buildings. Are you a good tracker? Maybe look for footprints and other disturbances and such if these buildings are on ground and grass instead of cement.

Get a team to look through the other warehouses for more explosives or bombs. If this was a terror attack, why just this one warehouse? Submit a request to have the bomb squad stand by nearby.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/28(Mon)11:14 No. 572620 ID: 9f5a86
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> Ok first we need to secure evidence quickly. Have someone get pictures of everything and get the scene secured.

I head on down to the wreckage, taking pictures with my Rollbot. I notice that there are other officers approaching the scene. I commence my investigation, stepping into the debris pile and searching for bodies until one of the officers comes up to me.

"Ma'am, just to let you know, it's just been reported that one more disconnect has been added to the count," he says.

"Nine dead?"

"Perhaps. Do you have this area covered? It looks like you need some help."

"I appreciate your offer, but it is probably best for you to try and split. See if you can find anything of interest in the other warehouses. I'm a little curious as to why this one is the only one that's been reduced to scrap metal."

"Roger," he affirms, gathering up the rest of the officers and heading out.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/28(Mon)11:14 No. 572621 ID: 9f5a86
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After about what seems like half an hour, I manage to gather up four bodies in the pile. Despite the fact that I'd rather conduct this alone, the militia grunts came down and decided to assist me in the search. Out of the four that were found, there is one in particular that made my stomach turn. The corpse of a "Sergeant Vaughn." His face looks like it's been through a furnace. I fear that if I so much as touch it, it'll crumble into ashes.

> Are you a good tracker? Maybe look for footprints and other disturbances and such if these buildings are on ground and grass instead of cement.

I scan the area around the wreckage. Looking towards the ground, I notice there are a plethora of feranthro pawprints on the ground, going in the direction of the smoldering pile as well as the opposite direction of it. I look ahead and wander forward, seeing where the prints lead. They seem to go through a pathway between a couple rows of buildings.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/28(Mon)11:15 No. 572622 ID: 9f5a86
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Well that guy doesn't look suspicious in the slightest.

Think you can sneak up on him? If not it might just be best to get to him quick before he bolts.

He seemed to be wearing goggles and a sask of some sort. Is that the suspect Aiden described in his report from the incident yesterday (If he did submit a report, if not I guess ignore this question)

I suppose follow him. Do you know if he's making a run for it? Consider using your bots to find him again, if they're suited for it. I'm not actually sure if you should go alone though, despite your obvious penchant for it. This could become combat situation in an unfamiliar environment very quickly. Again.

Those bodies are going to be taken in for an autospy right?

Wasn't Vaughn Aiden's new partner? That makes this the second one to meet unfortunate circumstances while on the job. Do you happen to have any way of contacting him directly?

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/29(Tue)10:48 No. 572675 ID: 9f5a86
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> I'm not actually sure if you should go alone though, despite your obvious penchant for it. This could become combat situation in an unfamiliar environment very quickly. Again.

Screw that.

> Those bodies are going to be taken in for an autospy right?

Most likely.

> Wasn't Vaughn Aiden's new partner?

I don't know. I don't control the roster nor do I consistently check it.

> Do you happen to have any way of contacting him directly?

Via radio. I can try, but right now I'm a tad occupied.

> Think you can sneak up on him? If not it might just be best to get to him quick before he bolts.

I have a bit of a light step. I think I can approach quickly and not make much noise. I make a dash over to the alley he retreated into.

> Consider using your bots to find him again, if they're suited for it.

I take out my Rollbot and have it scout the rooftops. I take a quick peek into the alleyway and see nothing but trash and boxes. I make my way inside, wielding my blade and remaining fully alert. Something tells me the creep hasn't fled from this area.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/04/29(Tue)10:48 No. 572676 ID: 9f5a86
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And I was right it seems. He lands a distance away from me, carrying a pistol in one hand and my Rollbot in the other. The Rollbot's claws are dug into his arm flesh, yet he doesn't seem to be bothered in the slightest. The mask-wearing weirdo doesn't seem to want me dead. He could have taken shots at me from above, or he can (try to) pump me full of lead from where he stands.

"Policewoman. You look for Aiden Schar?" he asks, his dialect so rough I almost didn't understand him.

Right now I am investigating this mess. But finding him would be nice.

>>572676
I'm looking for the cause of this mess first. Finding Aiden will come second. He can take care of himself for the time being, unless he caused this mess, than I am not surprised, somehow.

Are you a witness to the explosion?

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/01(Thu)11:11 No. 572834 ID: 9f5a86
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"Right now I'm simply investigating this mess, but finding him would be a nice bonus. Who are you?" I question.

The masked creep chuckles and says, "I guess no point exists for this setup...not any longer." He takes off his goggles and mask to reveal a face hideously strewn with deep creases and wrinkles. "No point for mask, no point for lies. Aiden is already taken, but you help me find trace, yes?"

"Why would I help you?" I snap. "To think I'd trust you, especially in the current situation, is laughable."

"You do not have to," he responds calmly. "But perhaps I help enhance your abilities. Then trust build."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask gruffly.

"I sense you it in your mind. A portion of Aiden's power. You can use it in some ways. Close your eyes."

I scoff at him. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"If you close your eyes for just a few seconds, you understand. You make use of power." He takes a step back, probably to gesture that I can trust him not to pull anything off.

"You stay where the hell you are," I order him. He stands still. "I'll humor you for the time being." I very slightly close my eyelids, leaving a crack so I can still see him. For several seconds I see he isn't doing anything. I open my eyes. "Nope. Nothing."

"You did not close all the way. You close...then focus. Feel blood through your temples. Feel blood enter brain."

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/01(Thu)11:11 No. 572835 ID: 9f5a86
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I sneer at him and then close my eyes. I can feel my facial muscles strain a bit, and then all of a sudden my head starts to hurt. I can't seem to open my eyelids. I feel a little light-headed, and almost like I'm floating. I get the sensation of falling from a great height, and then I can see again, but it's not through my own eyes...It's through the eyes of the creep. My body starts to feel weak, and I can open my own eyes again, wresting myself out of his vision.

I grab on to the wall, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath and regain my stamina. My temples are pounding.

"Do you see now?" he says. I can't bring myself to say anything. This sensation...this power...has overwhelmed me a little. I've never experienced anything quite like this. "Trust? Will you join me...momentarily?"

I say go for it. If he has this type of power he could have hurt you with it if he wanted to. Might be the only way to figure out whats going on around here.

I buy it.

Sure. This will expedite your search. And if Aiden is instrumental to the cult's plans as Fornier said, he is going to be top priority. Whatever Yuseta wants from him sounds very dangerous.

Do you have a name?
What's your history with Aiden, if you are an associate, or even if you know him but he doesn't know you.

Can you detail what happened here? How did they manage to take Aiden? Will Yuseta's procedure kill him? What will it do, precisely, if the masked man knows.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/02(Fri)17:08 No. 572922 ID: 9f5a86
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> I say go for it. If he has this type of power he could have hurt you with it if he wanted to. Might be the only way to figure out whats going on around here.

> I buy it.

> Sure. This will expedite your search.

As much as I don't like teaming up with another, this guy may be of some use. Whatever this power is that I just used, something tells me there is more to it than I think, and he may be able to assist me in realizing a larger potential.

"Sure, momentarily," I say. He nods in satisfaction.

"Good. Then we good."

> Do you have a name?

"If we're going to team up, I think we should exchange names, don't you?" Suddenly, he looks over his shoulder as if he hears something behind him. I can hear it too: the pattering of feet. I don't hear the sound of the rustling of heavy gear along with it.

"Later I tell. We move. Now," he whizzes by me, heading into a perpendicular alleyway to the right. I follow him to a door at the end and we break into it.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/02(Fri)17:08 No. 572923 ID: 9f5a86
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We emerge into a dusty interior that obviously hasn't seen anyone enter for a while. Is this entire district really a shithole, or do people just not care for a safe, clean work environment around here?

I feel a burning sensation going from my brain and to my eyeballs. The feeling is so strange that I'm forced to lean against the wall, unable to focus.

"Wait!" I shout. Wrinkle-face stops in his tracks just past a hallway forking to the right.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/02(Fri)17:08 No. 572924 ID: 9f5a86
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I seem to be jacking someone's vision again. He bursts through a door and enters a hallway that looks awfully familiar, although I don't know how many interiors around here look the same.

I can hear him speak, "Sergeant...is that you? ...Why did you leave me? Ha...ha.."

Let's see, unstable personality judging from laughter, apparently knows Sergent Aiden was nearby, talks with some familiarity with him in the tone of his voice.

Must be Weather's from Fornier's description.

He is straight up next to you. You're either going to fight him or talk to him, you cannot avoid an encounter. You must take initiative and try to talk to him. While unstable, he is not a pure feranthro and completely without reason or methods when in a state of anger. You have your tazer out just in case of an immediate attack? Remember, do not use lethal force on turned anthro's according to Fornier's information. Will result in fighting one of those things you fought yesterday. I'd highly advise against any attack anyway, as a failed attack will likely result in your immediate death if the eight or nine red flags nearby are any indication of a feranthro with power's ability. He's been near Aiden too, more than you have, and turned as an experiment. His power is much greater than yours.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/03(Sat)21:08 No. 573058 ID: 9f5a86
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> Must be Weather's from Fornier's description.

Even Fournier didn't 100% confirm that it was this "Weathers." Either way, I could care less which missing cop it turns out to be. He's coming for us, and he doesn't sound particularly sane.

> You have your tazer out just in case of an immediate attack?

I equip my taser quickly, keeping my eyes on the corner.

> You must take initiative and try to talk to him.

"Whoever you are, if you have any weapons, drop them now and -"

"No! No! You can't interrupt! You can't have him!" his maniacal laughter rings across the hallways. He emerges from around the corner, looking right at me with bulging eyes, covered in blood spatters, and carrying an assault rifle.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/03(Sat)21:08 No. 573059 ID: 9f5a86
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With my above-average reflexes, I take aim with the tazer and pop a piece right onto his forehead. He is immobile for a second, and then Wrinkle-face puts a bullet into the back of his head, knocking him down.

I whirl on him. "What the hell are you doing? We cannot use lethal force here!" I say this reminding myself of what Fournier said about the "serum."

"Look," he says, pointing down at the body.

Well, shit. It actually didn't kill him. The feranthro is writhing on the ground, moaning in pain. I notice certain things about him that really intrigue me. He has some hair (even if it's a little bit). I have never seen a feranthro with actual hair before. He also has broken cuffs on him. How he managed to break out of them, I cannot really imagine.

Wrinkle-face continues, "This is a tough one. His power is impressive...and growing. It's better to avoid. We move. Now." I can hear feet pattering and voices from outside the exit, getting closer.

Move, he's going to get up again soon and he's looking for Aiden for some reason. He'll likely end up following you, so run before he hacks your own brain or something.

>>573059
Maybe disable it further?
If it can be temporarily disabled by a point blank shot in the back of the head, maybe you should try your blade. Aside from removing the head, you could also try the large tendons on the back of its legs.
Even if its flesh is hardened to a degree sufficient to block the bullet, the heat would still cause at least partial tissue damage?

Take his assault rifle before leaving.

Take his gun and if you feel like disabling him further in the short term you could break his trigger hand.

If there are people out there developing this type of power this quickly its all the more important to find a way of fighting it.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/05(Mon)13:29 No. 573261 ID: 9f5a86
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> Take his assault rifle before leaving.

I quickly take the feranthro's dropped Rhyner-GL.

> Maybe disable it further?

I don't have any more seconds to waste. I would rather try to avoid any confrontation I can, especially around here where danger seems to be around every corner. I book it and try to stay behind Wrinkle-face. He takes me outside and into a labyrinth of alleyways. It's like I'm at that shithole of a living district again, but thankfully this guy seems to know where he's going.

Wrinkle-Face takes me to another warehouse. Just as we enter, I can feel my head swimming again, and I'm once again jacking into someone's vision before I know it. It seems to be the same freak, and - Oh God. I guess this rifle he had was just a bonus..

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/05(Mon)13:29 No. 573262 ID: 9f5a86
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I feel a nudge on my shoulder and snap out of my daze. Wrinkle-Face is holding a piece of cloth in front of me.

"Put this on quickly," he orders. I reluctantly take it. "We take respite here. You cover eyes. You rest the mind."

"This is idiotic," I say snidely.

"No, it isn't," he responds. I scoff and put the dumb thing on while he does the same with his own cloth. We both stay close to the wall. Even with this newfound power of mine, I feel a bit vulnerable with my eyes covered...and even a bit like a moron. After a brief pause, he speaks up again, "You have question, yes? You ask now. We soon leave again."

So are these powers different from person to person? Weathers seems to be near invulnerable now and has super strength.

Ask if you can use your far seeing thing to check on Aiden or if that would be a bad idea.

>>573262
Who is Aiden Schaar, for real? Who is Yuseta? As detailed as he can.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/06(Tue)10:24 No. 573357 ID: 9f5a86
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> So are these powers different from person to person?

"So these powers...Do they vary from person to person? What the hell was that with the bullet not going through his head?" I question.

"Power originates from mind. Psychokinetic power. Maybe some others. Some develop faster."

> Ask if you can use your far seeing thing to check on Aiden or if that would be a bad idea.

"I want to try and see if I find Aiden with this weird vision-jacking thing."

"Stop," he says, while I suddenly feel a hefty downward push on my shoulder. "You must rest mind. Do not use the power."

> Who is Aiden Schaar, for real? Who is Yuseta? As detailed as he can.

"Okay then," I drawl with snarkiness. "Tell me, who is Aiden Schar? Who is he really? What does he have to do with all this?"

"Aiden Schar is center of interest. He is Caelus. He carries the long-awaited power yearned by the mouth of the Advocate. He is...also my brother." I face Wrinkle-Face, feeing my muscles stiffen from consternation. "Years ago, I gave him up. I couldn't watch over him. I wandered poor district for many years, always thinking about him." He goes silent and I slowly turn my head away.

"You gave him up?" I ask after a brief pause. "Were you not born here?"

"Both of us were born from a feranthro...but I suppose that does not matter much."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask with a curt tone. He just chuckles.

"Your current genetic code is not most stable. All of us are born as feranthro," he explains. I continue to blindly gaze at him, my mouth agape.

"That's bullshit," I breathe out. He just quietly laughs again. I decide not to pry about it. It has sent enough chills down my spine, but I'm still not sure if I can believe everything he's spouting. "Well, what about this Yuseta?"

I can hear him sigh before he continues. "Poor Hyuro child, driven by agenda of another."

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/06(Tue)10:24 No. 573358 ID: 9f5a86
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Before this revealing conversation can carry forward, my head suddenly begins to hurt worse than before. My teeth grating, I bend over, forced to succumb to the horrible pain. My ears begin to ring and I can hardly hear Wrinkle-Face.

"What wrong? I told you to rest mind!" I become light-headed, and before I know it, my mind shuts down.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/06(Tue)10:24 No. 573359 ID: 9f5a86
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"Ava?! Ava, please stay strong! You can see him! Look! Your second son.."

"Eeeaauuggh! Oh Gods! Yahl, stay with me! I can't.."

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/06(Tue)10:24 No. 573360 ID: 9f5a86
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"..cannot be any other way. Do you not sense the power? He is the one of the prophecies.."

"..you've already taken Jai! Do not take the last of my family away!"

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/06(Tue)10:25 No. 573361 ID: 9f5a86
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"Take him far, far away. Take him to the anthros, Jai. Do it for our family. Do it for Ava, your mother..."

"Goodbye, brother. I do not know when we meet again. They cannot touch you now...I hope.."

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/06(Tue)10:25 No. 573362 ID: 9f5a86
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I hit the ground hard and the floors shake and sway, the sound of groaning metal loud against my ears. The next thing I feel is a seething pain in my lower body. I look foward to see a feranthro standing outside the entrance of the cold, small chamber I'm in. What the hell happened?

>>573362
"You baked as I am?"
Joke
Honestly, I have no idea what to ask this guy besides hey what's going on.
Get up off your feet, if you can and you totally haven't lost a leg.

I am guessing you managed to protect yourself but there were more of them outside the radius of the blast and they grabbed you while you where unconscious.

Hopefully they did not manage to move you very far. Are you restrained? Your first order of business should be to find out as much info about your new predicament as possible. Go easy on trying to use your "powers" until you know more about whats going on.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/08(Thu)11:18 No. 573620 ID: 9f5a86
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"Wha - What's going on? Hey..." I'm really groggy, my head feeling like it was caught in a vortex. I reach out toward the feranthro only for him to shut the door, leaving me imprisoned within this horrible steel room. A quick look-around shows that the room is slightly circular, a dome forming around the top. I focus down to my legs and find that my Astoga insert piece has been removed, but that can't be the thing causing me all this discomfort. It's literally all across the entirety of my lower body, and...now it feels like it's expanding.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/08(Thu)11:18 No. 573621 ID: 9f5a86
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I hear a bone pop. Two. Three. A fire begins to rage within me, searing my screaming nerves and rendering me almost immobilized. I pathetically writhe on the floor, feeling myself shout and bellow in pure agony although not hearing myself. My senses are being muddled, and I just wish that the pain would be the next thing to numb, but it never happened.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2014/05/08(Thu)11:18 No. 573622 ID: 9f5a86
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It feels like hours and hours go by. This marathon of sheer misery didn't seem like it would come to an end. My insides feel like they're being grinded up, my bones reorganizing. My head begins to fill itself with alien memories and disembodied voices. It really seems like I'm suffering in my own personal Hell, darkness engulfing me and clawing at my flesh relentlessly, whispering horrible things into my head. It's all too much to take in, but there was no losing consciousness. Something was forcing my body to stay awake, to withstand all this torment. I found myself crawling around in a powerful stupor, sometimes bashing my own head against the metal surrounding me and observing my bouts of anguish, almost taunting me.

This is how it has to be... this is how it has to be... There is no escaping this. Whatever I did... I'm sorry... just please let it stop. Please...

Caelus 2014/05/08(Thu)11:19 No. 573625 ID: 9f5a86
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My senses are coming back to me. The pain is disappearing, but I feel immensely fatigued, my blood still swirling. A radiant light shrouds my eyeballs, and I can't even lift a hand to cover them. The feline feranthro beside me keeps me propped up. I'm struggling to stay on my feet, my legs wobbling.

"You balance. Try to stay on toes." My hearing is still not the best, but I can make out what he says despite his rough accent. It really happened, didn't it? This is who I am now?

>>573625
Not really
You were like this before I think, maybe. Then you were made into an Anthro.
You're whatever you are Aiden. The outside hardly matters to you. You are registered as an officer of the law, as long as you don't do anything super illegal you probably still will be if we can get you back to the upper city, if anyone will listen to you long enough to prove your idenitity that is.
You'll probably be the first feranthro police officer until they can get you back to your anthro self. If Yuseta doesn't win.
I... don't know if you could ever get married and have kids though now. It's a legal clusterfuck either way, if you cared about things like that. If your plumbing even works anymore after that hell.

Oh, wait, now onto the important present.
Just be calm and don't say anything, study your surroundings and figure out who this guy is. He could be for or against Yuseta for all we know right now. But honestly asking that isn't going to give you a straight answer. Try what he asks and actually get your balance back before we do anything. He's at least nice enough to not try and hurt you.

We knew this would probably happen if you used your powers. Guessing that everyone you know would look like this without heavy dosages of your miracle drug.

Better get used to it for the moment. I am guessing that the people that caught you are going to try to talk you over to there side now. Which is really lucky because they could have tried to forcibly remove your powers if they wanted.

I would play along and hear them out. Will give you time to recover and maybe learn how to use some of your powers properly. Plus more info on whats going on would help. That and if anyone sees you like this they will not recognize you. Just be careful and try to avoid ending up a brainwashed crazy like weathers.

>>573628
Oh wait, maybe ask to wear something more than a loincloth or whatever that thong your wearing is. You can ask that. You can't walk around with that bulge all out there and shit.
People will stare.

>>573625
Who you are now is still who you were before. You are Aiden Schar, a member of the Primordia Police Force. Until such time that they see fit to remove you from the force (which will probably be quite a bit actually) you are still a police sergeant. Try not to do anything to dishonor that position.

Caelus 2014/05/09(Fri)13:36 No. 573743 ID: 9f5a86
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> You're whatever you are Aiden. The outside hardly matters to you. You are registered as an officer of the law, as long as you don't do anything super illegal you probably still will be if we can get you back to the upper city, if anyone will listen to you long enough to prove your idenitity that is.

> Who you are now is still who you were before. You are Aiden Schar, a member of the Primordia Police Force.

Okay. I'm Aiden. I'm Aiden Schar. I just have to make sure I remember that. The last thing I want right now is to forget all of that and maybe even go batshit insane like Weathers did. With this form, though, many will see me as Caelus...and there isn't much I can do about it.

I decide to take it easy and go with the flow for now. I have no idea what to make of the current situation. I stick close to the feline, seeing as how I appear to be on a tower of some sort.

Caelus 2014/05/09(Fri)13:36 No. 573744 ID: 9f5a86
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I follow him down the stairs, his arm around me to make sure I don't stumble and plummet to my untimely death. Suddenly he takes interest in my jaw-strap and reaches for it.

"This. What this? Why they not take it off?" he starts to tug at it, and it doesn't exactly feel very good, in fact, it stings like hell.

"Leave it. There's an injury there that hasn't healed yet. That why they didn't take it off. Or do you question your leader's wisdom?"

Does it hurt from him tugging at it or just hurt by being in?
Either way, I'm guessing it's not supposed to come out and that's why they left it in, tell him as such, maybe gently move his hand away from the strap.

"Leave it alone its there for a reason."

Even if your new powers would let you heal up instantly you should keep it for the moment. Right now your mind is vulnerable and you do not want to end forced to become some other person. Every time you get confused touch that brace as a reminder of who you are.

No matter what you learn here and what choices you make always remember who you are and what you stand for.

You know, Aiden since it's been brought up again...

What was the embarrassing accident that required you to have it? Maybe doctors have it doing something to you and it's somehow related to all this? I remember when we first asked about it you said you didn't understand it all that well, just that it was a crazy upper city invention.

>>573744
Tell him it hurts like lemon juice in a wound when he tugs at it, and to cut it out please.*deth*

Caelus 2014/05/10(Sat)20:04 No. 573909 ID: 9f5a86
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> Does it hurt from him tugging at it or just hurt by being in?

The tugging hurts. Now that he has gotten his hands all over it, I actually realize that my jaw feels strangely different.

> Right now your mind is vulnerable and you do not want to end forced to become some other person. Every time you get confused touch that brace as a reminder of who you are.

That's probably a good idea...I'll try to keep it in mind.

"Don't touch it," I say, gently pushing his hand aside. "Your leader may not have wanted it off. Not yet maybe." The feranthro glares at me while slowly lowering his hand. We continue our descent, and my senses are only recovering more with every step.

> What was the embarrassing accident that required you to have it?

Well...trying to think back, it was when I was a rookie in the force. All I'm going to recall is that I simply fell and dislocated my jaw. It was obviously pretty bad considering I still have this on.

Once we reach the darker, misty pits below, I suddenly see rows upon rows of feranthro, looking up as I climb down. Good Lord, they're everywhere. It can't be...am I where I think I am?

Reaching the bottom of the last staircase, we step onto a wooden platform surrounding the tower structure. I feel like I'm on stage, ready to give some kind of performance. The feranthros gaze at me in awe, some chattering and chanting excitedly. The air down here is really strange. I feel I can breathe in all of it with no difficulty (reminding me of the slightly higher pollution levels up there), even if the dank smell will need some getting used to.

So...uh, should I say anything? Do anything? This whole thing is very awkward.

I think under that cast might be your only anthro parts left, in fact, maybe that thing has your old DNA still logged in and it's trying to fight the change, like it's nanomachines in there or some shit like that. Heh, maybe you'll cascade back to Anthro soon with that on your jaw.

All I can say that you do is ask that someone clue you in on what's going on here. And ask for something other than that speedo you're wearing. Damn.

>>573909

I don't think you are expected to do something.
After all, there should have been someone telling you something at least like "greet them"...
But in the end it's probably unrelevant.
Do nothing until your new friend says something or wave and say "hi", if you feel like it.

Caelus 2014/05/12(Mon)11:21 No. 574130 ID: 9f5a86
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My eyes roll across the audience, and my throat feels too choked up to say anything. I was never all that great with stage fright, and this is no exception. I look over to my new feline friend, gesturing for advice. He just shakes his head.

I notice more chattering going on and look forward to see someone walking up onto the platform ahead. He approaches with a gracefulness in his step that only a pious leader-figure would pull off. All eyes seem to be focused on him now. The feranthro is a canid, covered head to toe in markings, another indicator that this may be someone a little more important than the rest.

With a warm smile on his face, he spreads his arms in a welcoming gesture and then clasps his hands together. "Caelus, welcome. Welcome back...to your birthplace."

I just stare at him, my jaw slightly ajar. "Um, hi. Could you tell me what's going on? Where is this?" I ask quietly, feeling like my voice would reverberate across this landscape if I were to speak at normal volume.

The Marked One just chuckles and answers, "You've now acquired your true form, just as Yuseta planned. Now it is only a matter of time until the next part begins. Look around you," he rotates slowly, an arm outstretched as if surveying the surroundings. "Does this land not remind you of anything?"

"It reminds me of a dump, if that counts," I sneer. I'm not exactly wrong in thinking this. Thankfully, the Marked One doesn't take it seriously and just laughs.

"It is the place of origin. It is where everything began...and where everything will renew. The Anthros call it the Lower City, the Bottom." I somewhat expected him to say this, and still I feel a horrible chill in my bones.

I'm not sure what else to say at the moment, so I blatantly request, "Could I get some more clothes? Or something? I need something to better cover my, ah...hindquarters." The Marked One just looks at me blankly for a few seconds and then smiles, shaking his head.

"Abandon your shame, Caelus. The lack of clothes is accepted here."

"Well, I would really prefer it," I say bluntly.

"Perhaps you can find someone else willing to lend some to you. Right now, feel free to walk around our wondrous land. You must get used to your new body, your new senses. When the next step must be accomplished, we will guide you."

Some of the feranthros are starting to separate from the scene, going about their business, and I can feel this coming to a close. Is there anything else I should ask this guy?

What is the deal with this 'Link' thing?
Might not be a trustworthy answer but it would grant a nice perspective on thing.

>>574130
Would it be overtly rude to ask to be called Aiden?
"Sorry, but man, that is the name I have gone by for years and it just doesn't feel right to go by some name or title people I don't even know seem to have randomly given me. I don't know who Caelus is or was, but he isn't me, anymore. You can't undo that. Ever. If that was my birth name from before I was an orphan, it's meaningless. I never heard it before and I don't like it. I named myself Aiden you know, that's my name. I took it and made it mine. So, please, when referring to me can you respect that, and maybe spread that around too. A man should always control his identity."

Caelus 2014/05/14(Wed)11:57 No. 574380 ID: 9f5a86
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"What's the deal with the Link? How does it really work?" I ask.

"The Link is a step towards unity, and is just one of the incredible powers of the Advocate. They all await our grasp. Soon, we can reclaim this island and return things to the way they were."

"What do you mean?"

"This island belongs to us. It was taken away from us when the Anthro civilization grew. We will not let them continue to defile our homeland," he turns and walks away. I guess it's as simple as that. Everyone disperses and I start to explore my new surroundings.

As I walk around, I notice that the Lower City is not exactly as much of a shithole as I once thought. Sure, they don't have skyscrapers or well-furnished homes, but all around me I notice workers planting and harvesting crops, children playing, and others just talking and cooking food. The fact that they let me walk around freely gives me the impression they think there's no way I can escape from here. As homey as it seems, I don't want to remain here. It just isn't my home. I can't believe I'm almost missing the Middle.

Caelus 2014/05/14(Wed)11:57 No. 574381 ID: 9f5a86
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My senses are STILL coming back to me, even exceeding the levels they once were in my anthro body. But suddenly there's another development that catches me completely off-guard. I start to feel very strange, like my insides are floating. My heart begins to race. This is a feeling that I have not had in a very very long time, and it isn't the need to urinate. My breathing begins to quicken and I sense a pulsing on my crotch area. I look around in sheer embarrassment, shielding my lower sections. My sex drive is returning with a vengeance, taking over my body in storm. With my heightened sense of smell, I pick up a strangely familiar musk, and I notice two females tracking me. They must detect my own musk as much as I scent theirs. Damnit, how do I deal with this?!

Didn't see that coming...uh...do what you gotta do? Probably should people watch before making advances in this culture. They could have different customs.

...Oh. Dear.
So, unfamiliar environment+necessity for privacy?
Okay, first thing to do-locate male. discuss places that are usually left alone, and also ask why in case of unexpected dangers in said area.
Secondly, keep calm, and mentally review police prodedure and protocol, perferably something long and tedius. Possibly, you could vocalize to yourself in an 'indoor' voice, to give off an air of someone...Ah, a bit unhinged, so to speak. Do remember to halt this activity should you spot a male so you can talk to him with less distractions.

Run. The. Fuck. Away.
Start doing Link shit, most of your insomnia, which was killing your sex drive, was primarily caused by your emerging Link. You'll start getting a horrific headaches and totally kill your boner.

Might I suggest learning to fly with your Link powers? You can block explosions, that was likely caused by a telekinetic barrier. You can use similar barriers to fly. Flying will aid running.
If you find fabric, any kind, try and fashion clothes.
And for the love of god try and stay away from Yuseta while you're drive mode.
DO not find her, do not track her, I do NOT want to see that happening. If you think you can sense her, fucking bolt in the opposite direction, even towards a herd of wanting women because NOT Yuseta. Goddamn that's probably part of her plan.
I don't know how much Link stuff might be hereditary, but I don't think it would be bright to make the child who links the world here if you know what I'm saying.

Man how did your civilization even get to this point?

First of all you are a grown ass man and should stop being so embarrassed around a bunch of strangers.

Take a few deep breaths and relax. You can either run off like a shy teenager or you can take control of yourself. How long has your sex drive been "inactive" and what caused it? Am guessing the drugs that kept you stabilized in your old form had something to do with it.

With your natural senses returning this is only going to get worse if you try to avoid it. Short of burning out your sense of smell that is.

If you can relax a bit ask the ladies what they are up to. Tell them you just went through a very confusing transformation and are a bit flustered with all the changes. Maybe they can give you some guidance. A hour ago you were worried about being dissected by crazies. Now your biggest problem is getting stuck with some cute ladies.

Well you went from fearing for your life and sanity to hiding awkward shame boners. Could be worse.

So knowing nothing about your species mating rituals or really anything sexual just how bad is this? Would it be so bad to just relax go with the flow?

I highly doubt this is a complicated trap set for you. Most likely is just a side effect of reversing your genetic changes.

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> If you can relax a bit ask the ladies what they are up to. Tell them you just went through a very confusing transformation and are a bit flustered with all the changes. Maybe they can give you some guidance. A hour ago you were worried about being dissected by crazies. Now your biggest problem is getting stuck with some cute ladies.

When I see any of these female feranthros, I get heated up immensely. My muscles become tense, and the only thing I can think about is penetrating them until I develop a limp. My instincts seem to be taking over me, filling my head with thoughts of reproduction and intense lust.

> Would it be so bad to just relax go with the flow?

Maybe...maybe I can just talk to them and just chill out for the moment. I've been through so much bullshit...what's honestly the worst that can happen in this situation...I...

> Didn't see that coming...uh...do what you gotta do? Probably should people watch before making advances in this culture. They could have different customs.

> Run. The. Fuck. Away.

> Okay, first thing to do-locate male.

No, no! No!! I can't let this shit happen. LOTS of things can result from this! STDs, Link-babies, possible affairs...the list goes on! I have to focus! I can't let my instincts take over!

I make a run for it, getting weird looks from just about everyone I cross. I set sight on one of the tents and mean to enter.