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"Waaaaakkkkkkkeeeee uuuuuuuupppppppp NNNNNNNUUuuuuuuu..... Wake up NU.... NU WAKE YOUR LAZY TAIL UP, NOW!!!!!!"
Nu awoke with a start, and for a brief moment he was a little disorientated. His disorientation lasted only for a second though as Nu heard the sound of sharp knuckles against a think, bulletproof glass window to his left.
He was sitting in a Goliath issued, light armored, two passenger hover tank on the side of a seemingly very popular crime scene. Outside of his vehicle, some bloke had thought to interrupt his sleep, or as most other Goliaths called it: his "recharging stasis". Staying true to the human side of him, Nu Ancient liked to refer to it as "sleep".

He looked to his left, and was not surprised to find out that the "bloke" was Jordans , an annoying Goliath who hadn't been in the service even a quarter of the time that Nu had but was already in a position of authority over him. "What do you want?" Nu calmly said in a controlled yet stern voice.

"Kuro ordered you and a few others to either help with directing traffic or do something about these cars" replied Jordans.

"I know Kuro didn't order me personally to do something that stupid, and plus, I'm supposed to be ending my shift in about five minutes anyways. Why don't you go get some of the other officers to help instead of coming to me?" asked Nu.

"Because Nu Im in charge over you. I have the authority to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it, whenever I please. Right now I'm telling you to get out your tank, get off your lazy a**, and GET TO WORK!...Or I could just tell Commander Kuro that someone was being insubordinate and recharging on the job, and you wouldn't like that would you Ancient?

Nu, glared at Jordans for a moment, before opening the hatch. He steeped out of the hover tank, and while muttering curses under his breath, walked towards the nearest overturned car.

...One day Jordans...One fu****g day, Im going to wipe that smirk right off of your dumba** face!. thought Nu...

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J|Brandon (class A) RP masta

Rufus was just about to finish his curry when the whole room about him shook ferociously, trembling under the might of a ear-shattering explosion that nearly threw him to the floor. The ventilation screeched to a halt, spewing the office in a veil of spark-charred dust. Book piles were toppled, and the plastic fork he held fell from his grip and clattered soundlessly against the floor as Rufus clutched desperately to the desk. The rumbling blast had teared him from his calm mentality, and he had no other choice but to hop over the fallen books and clamber out into the alleyway.

He looked up, seeing a brief glimpse of the highway above him, shrouded in a veil of smoke and fire. There was a clamour for safety as people ducked under cover to free themselves from possible death by falling debris; the horrendous wailing of a broken police-siren echoed throughout the city - it was chaotic. Unbelievably chaotic. Rufus could only lean against the frame of the door, gaping with morbid fascination at the spectable that lay before him. It was not everyday a person like him would see a crash as severe as that that wasn't in the comfortable interior of a cinema, and he felt he was standing a safe distance away.

Is it the rebel? He thought. It was a wild, uneducated guess that defiled his evidence-driven education as a child, for there was no proof as to why this accident (if it could be called an accident) happened. Then, delayed as always, the building's fire alarm went off, blending in horribly with the screech of the siren. The sudden appearance of such a sound made him instinctly back away from the doorway, leading him to scoff at his own blatent stupidity. His office was completely safe, tucked down in a corner of the building where nobody went; the only danger it faced was if the building collapsed in its entirety, which was evidently impossible with only one measly police-truck.

Theldur walked into his appartement. He turned the ragged TV on, to see the news. "Two male Zoanthropians were arrested today at a highway, east from the center of Gridlock City. The first, young villain was arrested for the deaths of four civilians, and the second man was arrested for reasons not available to this time" The young woman said, with a fake smile. Theldur turned the TV off. He had had enough of Nova's abuse of Zoans. They really hadn't done anything wrong. Theldur picked up a thick book, called "Anger". It was surprisingly thick. Despite the reading of this psycological documentary literature, Theldur wasn't the one to read. The reason he read it, was his obvious issue of controlling his powers. He sat back and read the book as the sun rose...

Theldur finished reading, and started wondering how to proceed with this seemingly managable technique. He brainstormed several alternatives. Pain. No, too risky. Tickle. Just damn stupid... Coldness. Yes, frigidity! Genious! He filled two buckets with ice cold water. He quickly turned the TV on, and turned to the APC, "Astra Politics Channel". Only a cover name for Nova's brainwashing channel. He looked at Nova. He listened to his speeches, and hatred started flowing in Theldur. He let both his arms sink into the cold water. He let them be in the water for 20 minutes before turning off the TV. The freezing water was like torture, and the earlier speech didn't help either. After another 10 minutes Theldur took his arms out and filled the buckets again. He turned on the TV, and a military display, with Nova in the center. Again, Theldur put his arms "on ice". He repeated the tecnique as before.

He turned off the TV and noticed the time. "It's bloody 8.20 am!" Theldur roared, and stormed into his bedroom. He put on his white and blue uniform. "Pedric Farmacy" the long jacket apron-like shirt said. While he run down the stairs, Theldur pondered over his current status. It was surprizingly stabil. He was a "Junior Assistant" at the Pedric Farmacy. 22$ per hour wasn't too shabby. And he was promised a position as "Secondary Assistant" when he turned 18. Yes, it was excellent. He turned a corner and was headed right towards the Farmacy. Theldur saw a big Goliath truck driving the highway, with the usual propaganda posters on. "Many thousands of years ago, a miracle happened. David beat Goliath. It has never happened since. How often do miracles Happen?" The side said. And as the truck drove, Theldur turned his head, and managed to read: "We Goliaths Need You!" on the back. He walked further and approched the building...

Ichiro only responded with a look that could be described as confusion as Tae grabbed his hand, pulling him forward. "What's her deal?" He thought to himself, staring into the girl's eyes. So she wanted to flee, huh? He smirked. Was she afraid of what was to come? Of those petty officers? Heh, Ichiro wasn't intimidated by them or those other weird looking freaks in the black suits. As much talk they talk, it sure as heck would be satisfying to bust a few of their heads in....But doing something like that around here would only bring even more attention to him it seemed. Punching out windows had it's consequences too apparantly. All these rules just made him want to scratch his head. If this was the life of a city person, then he definitely would pick the wilderness over civilization anyday.

Whatever. He allowed the girl to lead him by the hand, glancing back at the dumbfounded group of people, and the store owner on their way out. As time went by, and the two were out of the store, out in the futuristic streets of Gridlock City, Ichiro snapped his arm out of her grasp, and crossed his arms as he leaned against a nearby streetlight. "Why'd you run? With strength like yours, you could have taken out a whole police unit. What's the big deal?" The two were posted on the sidewalk with cars hovering past them constantly. A large screen was beaming in the store window beside Ichiro and Tae, giving off a detailed update on the rebel, and the hectic car crash. The image of a smoking police truck gouged halfway through the side of a building flashed on the screen. Passers nearby took the time to stop and look.

Ichiro gave no mind to them. They weren't the ones who were going to give him a good fight. Tae was. He just stood there, waiting for her response. "Well?"

"Excuse me.." A voice spoke up in Ichiro's ear with concern.


"Huh? What is it?!" Ichiro responded with annoyance. "Can't you see I'm trying to get a fight going here?! Back off!!" He barked, which earned him a few weird looks. The crowd who surrounded the two just to stare at some news report were really a pain in the ass.

The falling red ribbon caught the attention of a Goliath down below.

Ariana felt that beautiful tingling feeling, the adrenaline rush she fought for so desperately each day, but she knew she had to be smart about this. If she moved, it would catch the giant officer's attention, and that wouldn't be safe. His vision could focus and zoom in on her, and he could quite possibly discover her secret. But soon the Goliath's attention was diverted to elsewhere, and Ree was able to step away from the edge of the building.

Good thing, too, because it wasn't long before she heard her mother's familiar voice calling out to her over the intercom wired throughout the floors of the building. "Ree? You still up there? Breakfast is ready."

Ariana didn't respond, simply obeyed. She entered the elevator and pressed the illuminated buttons, indicating to the machine where she wanted to go. The kitchen was on level 2 of the 7-level building she called home. When the metallic door slid open to reveal a polished and tidied kitchen, with a modern black and white design, Ree sat herself at the shining onyx counter. Set in front of her was a bowl of mush. Actually, it was something Ree was supposed to call oatmeal. "Oh, yumm..." she mumbled sarcastically.

Mom flicked off the mute on the TV, and a news broadcast giving a play by play on the 'accident' upon the street continued. The lady with a corny smile and crisp dress suit was describing how the rebel Zoan had murdered five people, including a police officer, crashed a cop truck into a building, caused damages and injuries, and blah, blah, blah. Ariana simply scowled in disgust.

"See that, hun? That's what happens to stray Zoans. Zoans who don't have a place to hide, or somebody to protect them," Ree's mom began, as the girl had expected. "That boy is a bad egg. I'm glad you haven't had the experiences he's had, that have turned him that way. A murderer! My, the world is..."

Ariana just couldn't let her finish. Her own mother, believing the horrible lies of their doomed society! "Mom! How could you believe such a stupid story? I'll bet those damned humans twisted the truth entirely, just to appeal to the higher-ups. Kissing ass, is what they're doing! All humans are good for!"

Mom just simply sat there, gawking at Ariana with a hurt look. Ree had completely forgotten that her mother was also a human. But she couldn't bring herself to apologize.

"I'm not hungry," Ree mumbled, pushing away the bowl. She went back to the elevator and commanded it to take her to her bedroom, on level 5. It would give her a window view of the street below. A barred window.

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Tae stared back, hardly believing her ears. "You want a fight?" she said, incredulous? "Are you trying to get yourself killed, kid? I don't care what kind of strength you have or...or seem to think I have, but I don't want the police involved in my life, and you don't want them in yours, trust me." People were gathering now, and while not exactly involved in the conversation, the topic hadn't eluded them. Tae growned inwardl. Would she ever make it home tonight? It occured to her she could leave the kid and just run. She was fast enough, and strong enough to fight off anyone that followed.

But she couldn't. And she knew she wouldn't. Not an innocent kid like this one. Pugnacious and loud as he many be, he was still a kid living in the hell of a city, and leaving him to fend for himself with a horde of angry Goliaths after him was something she'd never forgive herself for.

"Look," she started. "I don't want a fight, alright? I'm just trying to get home, and--" She stopped, suddenly, the absurdity of the whole situation striking her once again. Had she really just taken this kid out of harms way, so he could decide to interrogate her about it in the middle of the street? As if that weren't enough, they were in front of one of the city's mega screens, now showing more footage of the...

"Another crash?" Tae breath, momentarily forgetting her new hostage. The rebel again, maybe? Despite herself, Taesha felt her heart leap inside her. Joy, or hope, or sheer vindictive pleasure, she wasn't sure. One thing was sure, though, every police squad and Goliath would be on their way to the seen of the crash, seeking blood. Zoan blood.

If that was the rebel down there, he'd just risked his life--twice--for people like her. And now every Goliath in the city would be after him. He'd done more for her--and by extension, her family--than she herself had ever done. He deserved a break.

Before she realized it, she was running, sprinting down the street toward the accident. Half turning, she called over her shoulder, "You wanna fight, kid? Follow me!" She wasn't planning on fighting. But her call had attracted several more spectators. And that, she thought, as her silver-blonde hair shortened, and she dropped to all fours, feathery wings sprouting from her back, was what she wanted. Attention. All eyes on her, so the rebel and his escapees could get away.

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"......." What the hell was this kid doing? Musa's eyes popped out. "Holy shit!!!" The whole scene of the rebel kid was nothing short of a brutal blood bath. The sheer ferocity coming from the kid was so intimidating, that Musa didn't even feel exactly too safe being in the same truck with him. His powerful lion roar bounced against the iron walls relentlessly while he chowed on the police driver's throat.

Musa watched distortedly at the scene, when the supporting officer had clumsily managed to subdue the rebel with a shock from the cuffs. "Woah!" Musa quickly moved himself in a safer location on the truck...And that was on the opposite side of the vehicle. Well, maybe that wasn't safe either. The truck driver was dead after all. Eaten like a fresh T-bone steak. "Are you an idiot!?! God, you're gonna get us both killed!!" They were gonna crash. Yep....Gonna crash. It was just too perfect.

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"Ugh.." Musa groaned in pain on his stomach. Fresh blood dripped from the side of his face from the not so easy stop. "Shit!!" Musa hissed, rolling over to his side, before getting back up in a rickety manner. Blood...everywhere in the front. He only shook his head at the scene. "Feh, you cause way too much trouble! I hate em as much as you do, but did ya have to go and do that?! We are riding in this thing afterall! And now we're gonna get even worse treatment than before! Hell, I'll probably even be charged as your accomplice!" Today was way too much. Getting tossed out of a strip club because he was a Zoan was one thing...But getting grouped in with this guy was icing on the cake. "Fuck my life!" With a swift kick with his right leg to the two iron doors, they swung open with ease.


The doors....Are open? Startled blinking ensued. "Huh?" Musa stared out from the opening, greeted by the glorious streets of hell...err Gridlock City. People were either running around, or trying to get a better look of the scene. One certain individual started to run towards the truck with the thought of seeing if the passengers were alright...Until he noticed Musa standing here. The poor human fled for his life, while Musa just watched, still confused upon how the doors even opened in the first place. Turned out that the metal lock had broken in some way from the crash. But Musa didn't know this. Let's just leave it as an answer from god himself.


A chuckle sounded from his mouth. "I guess my luck ain't so bad afterall...."

Nu Ancient and some other Goliath turned over one of the last upturned cars. Nu lifted his right arm to look at the time on his Tech-ARM, then kicked a small dent into the car in front of him. "Goddammit!, my shift was supposed to be over an hour ago. That bastard, Jordans keeping me here when I got better things to do..." Nu said to no one in particular. "I better be getting over-time pay for this."

As if to ease its owners aggravation, the Tech-ARM, a advanced mini computer that rested on Nu's arm, chimed in its pre-recorded voice: "Over-time pay; 50 credits has just been added to your account Mr. Ancient."

Nu felt calmer after that. He started to walk towards the building that he called home, which was only half a mile away from his current position, when suddenly officers and Goliaths started running towards their perspective vehicles, getting in or mounting them and blasting off towards the same place. what is going on? Nu thought.

A Goliath, who looked to be much younger than he actually was, was running toward his hover bike which was parked a few feet in front of Nu. As the Goliath attempted to pass Nu, Nu snatched him up and in a demanding voice asked: "Whats going on here? Where is everyone going?"
The young looking officer, surprised by the sudden use of force upon his small frame, stuttered over his reply. "Th-Th-There's been an acci-accident sir, over on the Ea-Ea-East side. Two Off-Officers went down, an-an-and two zoans. guh-got free. One of the zo-zoa-zoans was Maxis, sir."

Nu put the innocent Goliath back down. Well I'm off-duty, no need to get into things I don't have to. Nu thought. He started walking towards where he lived, the opposite way that all the other Goliaths were going. "Aw, what-the-heck, wheres the fun in sitting in a boring apartment all day?" he said to himself.
He turned around, and seeing a silver and black new 22405 model, Zinger hoverbike (upper officer issue), he immediately mounted and blasted off, towards the crash scene. "I havent played hide-and-seek in a long time... hehehehehe; its time to hunt me some animals!!!!!!!!!" he yelled towards the white moon, as he turned on the turbo and put on a super burst of speed.

He looked down towards the speedometer, it read: 200 mph. Right below the speedometer, engraved in gold letters was a name: Jordans.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! laughed Nu as he sped off onto his hunt.

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J|Brandon (class A) RP masta

Emergency: The GPD's truck with the two Zoan's inside crashed exactly 15 secounds ago. Location: 3 and a half miles down the highway, heading northbound towards the police station. Casualties: None yet reported. Situation: Driver has supposably lost control of the vehicle, causing it to cut through traffic until hitting a building.

"Fuck.." Kuro muttered angrily. He hated that damned relay in his mind.. It completely blocked out his own thought process until it was done speaking. It's not like they couldn't figure out some other way to let them know what happened.. Noo.. they just had to send it straight through their brains like a radio-relay.

Turning on his heels, he began sprint-walking towards the Goliath carrier tank.
Despite it's size, it could get him there fast enough to hopefully catch any escapees.. He hated failure..
Or really, he hated Nova's failure policy...
He wouldn't fail. If he did, he wouldn't return the same..
If he even returned at all.

Upon reaching the vehicle, he tapped his knuckles twice on the glass shield to alert the Goliath driver inside. Seeing Kuro outside, he stuck his hand up with his thumb sticking out pointing behinds him, telling him to get in the back.
No.
Kuro wasen't going to have that.
His right hand came back, and shot forward a moment later, punching a nice opening into the glass, only stopping when the fist came in contact with the drivers face.

As they couldn't really be knocked 'unconscious', the driver just sort of gripped his helmet and moved over into the passenger seat rather quickly, as Kuro unlocked the door through the hole, removed his hand, and opened the glass-cockpit. "The repair cost is coming out of your pay." he said calmly, without even looking at the other man.
He didn't reply to the comment, obviously accepting it.

No time for seatbelts.
His foot slammed down on the gas, and the carrier sped into action, reaching 100MPH within six secounds. Very impressive.

Thankfully, some of the other Goliath's managed to move the cars and traffic.. Otherwise he'd be running into them right about now.. Not that it would bother him.. The armor on the vehicle was designed to handle much worse than road-rage..

His eye's scanned the dash, noticing movement on a camera.
"Oh.. there are Goliath's in the back... So you were gonna' leave me back there, eh?" He questioned the driver, who didn't respond. Again.
"I'll remember this.. don't worry." He spoke again, to hear a sign come from the man beside him.

A few moments passed, and his eye's caught the sight of smoke rising from a building. Or rather, the front of a building.

Here we are..

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Sayuri Dekami, 4th Division Captain.
Toyo Akira, Ex 4th Division Vice-Captain.

This is what i'm learning. :]

Being shocked with a pair of handcuffs, and then suffering through a car crash was something Maxus couldn't exactly say was in his agenda, but considering the circumstances, the outcome was more in his favor. Rolling onto his stomach with a grunt, Maxus opened one eye to look out the opened doors of the truck. Ashy smoke, and piles of rubble covered the area; which seemed to be a dstrict for apartments, and other kinds of buildings.

Too much attention. People were either running away, staring, or calling the authorities. The whole idea of a wild Zoanthropian on the loose petrified their hearts with fear. "I can't stay here..." Shifting his head back and forth, Maxus stood back up, and poked his head through the bloody front. Hopefully the key to unlock the cuffs weren't lost in the crash. "Ahh, where the hell did it go? The key...Shit!"

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Right across from the alleyway Rufus stood at were police officers from across the street. Slackers was what they were. Rugged beards, and the aroma of whiskey defined these jackasses. "Both were killed? Honestly, he's jsut a street punk of a Zoan! How can he do this much damage alone?!" An officer wondered with his rifle danling from his neck. His other comrades were leaning against the police hovercar while he held his mic in his hand, awaiting their orders.

"I heard that his true form is some wild beast mixed with that of a lion and a tiger." Another exclaimed, smoking his cigarette in boredom. His eyes gazed into the night's sky. "You know, like in that ancient story? The Five Stars or whatever." A puff of smoke streamed through his nose.

"That stupid child's tale? About those rotten varmints opening some other world? Complete bullshit, I say."

"Heh, worlds? The only thing I've seen a Zoan open is her legs." Another remarked with a pompous smirk. The group broke out into a raunchy laugh, when suddenly the mic went off.

Pzzt..."Officer Grant, I need you to head down to the Titan District immediately with your squad! Sightings of a suspicious flying Zoan have been reported."


Sighing, the officer brought the mic to his lips, "uhmmm...Roger that..." He reached for the car door, and started the ignition, "Let's go boys! We got a bird to catch!" Piling into the car, the officers flicked their siren on, and drove down the streets.

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Meanwhile...

"Hey, hey! Look up there! It's a Zoan!!' A man declared with a pointing finger. People watched in complete disbelief as they watched the pegasus flap it's large, magnificent wings through the midnight sky. So beautiful.

This beauty however was tarnished, as three police officers riding hovercrafts armed with small turrets flew down the neon lit streets; their rear lights striding behind them like a glowing tail.

pzzt..."Another Zoan has appeared in the sky...A white horse with....wings? Dammit! What the hell's going on in this city? Could it be working with the rebel Zoan?"

"It's the Pegasus! Who would've thought that story was true?"

"Stop the chit chat! The Goliaths stationed in Gridlock City are sending reinforcements after the two Zoanthropian suspects in the accident. Our main priority is the flying one! Capture it all costs!"..pzzt. The mic located on one of the officer's shoulder buzzed. The officer scoffed under his helmet, "Yep, those are wings alright..." His craft zoomed through the streets, effortlesly dodging passing cars. A large hovertruck honked with warning as the three officers zoomed past.

Pzzt...."Whatever you do...Don't kill it! We want that thing alive, you copy?" Pzzt...

"Oh don't worry..." He revved his craft, "We're on it." The officers ascended from street level gradually as they neared the pegasus from the rear.


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There it was! Lying in the driver's seat. Grinning, Maxus leaned himself forward, and clenched the key between his teeth. What a pain it was to have your hands chained down. Especially behind your back. Quickly turning around, Maxus strolled over to Musa, giving him a demanding look. "Hey!" His bossy, muffled voice spoke up. No doubt that those hungry Goliaths were arriving shortly, and to be frank, Maxus wasn't in the mood for fighting them all head on. With pressure building, and annoyance rising, Maxus kicked the back of Musa's calf hard enough to get the thuggish looking man's attention, "What the fuck are you doing?!! Hurry and get these things off!!"

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Thank you Sephora!