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The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

As Chester watched the van head into the distance, he sighed. He didn't think it was the right thing to do, but he didn't get to make the laws. He was just the enforcer, Lorne might have not have been the police, but they were the law as far as this city concerned. It pained him to have to think about that, as he opened the door to his police cruiser, and took the driver seat. He removed his helmet, and lit up a cigarette with a shaky sigh as he brought it to lips. "You mad at me?" He asked his partner, his partner shook his head, and chuckled. "When they said that you were a stickler for following the law, I knew what I was getting into. Though maybe you should lighten up my dude." Vickers said, with a laugh.
"I'll lighten up when crime disappears for good. Besid-" He was cut off by a sharp burst of speech from his radio. "All units in the vicinity, this is dispatch. Unit L-3 has picked up on known parahuman, and church of para enforcer. Alias known as Brutus. Lorne assets have been notified, but they are forty-five minutes out. Proceed with caution. Out." With their orders given, Chester gripped the wheel of the cruiser, and sped off. They were the closest to the scene, and they'd be there in less than five minutes if they kept their current speed up.

When they finally arrived on scene, the subject had gone down an alleyway. As they approached the mouth of the alleyway there was a loud. Crunch. As the robotic unit scent after the subject was crushed, and thrown down the alleyway. Throwing sparks as it slid across the concrete. The two officers looked at each other, and got out of their cruiser. Brutus was a large man, made of solid stone, and an absolute brute to match his reputation as one of the most brutal of the churches enforcers. He didn't bother to hear their spiel about giving in, he charged right for them. Throwing an overhand fist right for Vickers, who jumped out of the way. The strength behind that blow left an imprint the size of his fist in the concrete, what followed the fist was a swipe with the back of his hand toward Vickers slamming the man into the wall, and knocking him unconscious.

That left the two parahumans squaring off with each other. Chester fired a quick burst from his pistol, but the rounds just bounced off the mans hide. Brutus just chuckled, but Chester thought fast firing his pistol at the ladder lock of a fire escape dropping the heavy ladder on the mans head. It slammed into his head, doing some damage to the man indicated by his grunt, but not enough to knock him out, or bring him down. "Lucky shot." The enforcer said, with a growl. But this time Chester decided to go all out, ricocheting his shots off walls, signs, or anything he could to hit the man. He had to have some sort of weakness, some sort of Achilles heel, but his shots never found it. But it did reveal something to his enemy. "You're a parahuman as well, the irony to this situation is palpable." Brutus laughed, as if let in on some grand joke. But Chester didn't laugh, he fired a burst at the mans head, who flinched when the bullets hit his forehead. That's when it hit Chester, the enforcers eyes were exposed they were his weak point, if he could get a shot through his eyes it'd be done, over with. Brutus must of realized this as well, as he thought of a quick escape plan. He ran toward Vickers, and delivered a full force punch into the unconscious man. The blow would shatter the mans ribs, collapse his lungs, and probably shatter his skull, then Brutus took off running leaving him with the option to chase, or to take care of his partner.

Chester chose to remain with his partner, getting on his helmet radio. "Officer down, we need a medic here!" He shouted into his radio, but when back up arrived they didn't grab their trauma kits, instead they took off down the alleyway to try to find Brutus no doubt looking to curry favor, or gain a promotion by bringing him in. It was during this that Chester felt his partners pulse fade away, with crushed ribs probably perforating his lungs. CPR would of been near useless, there would be no saving his partner. When paramedics arrived on scene, they confirmed what he thought. Putting Vickers into the back of their ambulance, and driving his body probably to the nearest hospital morgue. The Lorne agents arrived shortly after, finding a shell shocked Chester sitting on the hood of his cruiser. "Detective Jonas, we have lost the parahuman due to your incompetence. He has gone off scanners, and our drones cannot find him. They will begin prowling the sewers, but we doubt we will find him with the head start he has. We at Lorne are disappointed. So know this we will be watching you detective. You might have caught two parahumans today, and being on the scene with a third is highly suspicious. Good day." With that the agent turned, and walked away. Leaving Chester alone with his thoughts, wondering what he was going to do next, what would happen now?

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Sarah Wilkes - Boarding Action

The ride up the lift, felt a little long for her liking. "Anyone in this universe ever hear of elevator music?" She joked, when nobody laughed she just took it contently to sitting there silently, when the doors sprung open. As they finally pressed into the bridge proper they found it cleared of enemies except the orange armored merc she had saw in the hangar, and what she could only assume was the commanding officer of the ship, how the merc could tell who was in charge with all these dull grey uniforms in the same room, Sarah would probably never know. Her ears perked up when they mentioned blowing out the window, and entering vacuum. Before she could even tell them to wait to prepare, one of the smaller creatures that came in with the alien, rushed forward setting an explosive on the window.

There was some shouting, and she was almost pushed off her feet by the larger armored mercenary. But somehow with about a second to spare Sarah managed to throw up a biotic dome around the room, the other two biotics with her adding into it. Not only did any shrapnel from the bridge bounce off of it, managing to make the dome flicker for a second, but it stabilized. O2 would be sealed in the dome, and as long as they weren't in it for long they had plenty of oxygen stored in it. She probably couldn't be heard over the sound of air escaping the bridge, so she mimed moving out of the window, and tried to mime her best for them to keep up with her as she stepped toward their exit hole, and into the inky blackness of space.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Travis Elliot - The Glasgow

The new ships arrived out of nowhere, and attacked the Daedalus. The Glasgow had to be quick to react, if they lost The Daedalus they lost their ticket out of the system. They'd be sitting ducks without them, and dying in an unknown universe didn't exactly seem pleasant to him, and probably not to his crew either. "Calculate shots, and use the GARDIAN lasers. Move in closer to our friendly." He ordered, his crew members jumping to follow his orders, to the captain of The Glasgow things just got very interesting.

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Sarah Wilkes - Aboard enemy vessel - Situation FUBAR

The group had managed to push onto the bridge, but then the ship shook. Radio messages from The Glasgow began to relay into their feed that new contacts had entered the system. With things going to hell in a hand basket, Sarah just sighed relaying orders through her helmet feed to any personnel still on board. "Anyone able to make it back to the shuttle, get back there now all, those who can't report to the bridge we're hitching a ride. Objectives are to be considered fulfilled until proven otherwise. Stay alive, Wilkes out." She turned to her gathered allies. "Mind if we hitch a ride, don't know if our shuttles can get here fast enough to get us off the bridge." She asked the assembled races.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Chester sat at his desk in the detective bullpen of police headquarters. Filling out paperwork, furiously writing the incident report from today's arson of the donut shop. The guys around the station were pissed that he had to hand over the perp, but at the end of the day when it comes to the Lorne corporation he couldn't do much. They owned every police officer on the force, and to fight them openly would only make him a target to his superiors that had been bought off, which was essentially all of them. You don't so much as go digging into the Lorne corporations garbage without someone knowing, and wanting your life, and your badge. So until he could find a good way to expose them without being known, he'd have to play their game. But his desire to change the police station, and how people viewed paras was still heavily on his mind. He'd do anything to make these streets a little safer, and to make sure his sister could live a happy, and pleasant life while she still remained on this earth.

All of his thoughts eventually made him start to worry, so he reached for his phone as soon as he brought it up there was a hiss of static, and a voice. "You are not alone." It spoke, and for a brief moment there was a calm set of panic. He thought he had been found out, but when he looked up the other officers in the bullpen were also freaking out their work had been interrupted by this voice, and for some it had unnerved him just as much as himself, he could imagine it would be creepy for a para to appear on your screen.

What happened next was only a matter of timing, as the police station went into lockdown. They had this procedure put in place after one of the officers had been found out to be a para, and fought his way out with fire. He had caused enough damage for them to put in a procedure whenever they thought there was a parahuman threat to the station, it probably wouldn't be lifted until they found out they were in the clear. But the check was very short, as they had discovered that the message had played city wide, and apparently dispatch was getting calls full of people complaining about their broadcasts being interrupted, their holovids, their internet. "Fucking para scum, just making us work harder." A detective behind him muttered, but Chester tried his best to ignore the comment.

But things did eventually calm down, dispatch eventually did stop getting those calls, and if it didn't clog the line it would of been hilarious. But then it happened, something to shake him out of the dull repetitive work of writing his reports. "Eyy CJ got something on the horn for ya, bunch of rats dropped a skeleton in an officers car. Took his donuts as well, from the other... Donut shop, the less delicious one. DNA testing of the bone marrow on our victim says he's pretty high up the chain, so we're looking for fresh eyes." One of the detectives asked him, Chester recalled his last name as Vickers. "Sure let me get the ol helmet on, and we'll head out." The pair of detectives were quick to get ready in their full body armor, and helmet get up, their weapons were checked out from the armory, and their cruiser checked out from the garage, then it was as quick as getting into the cruiser, and leaving.

The ride to the scene of the crime had been a short, silent one. When they got out of the cruiser they found the cruiser in question had been cordoned off, and the robotic units had been sent in to keep the peace. The silent sentinels didn't even so much as glance, or stop the officers. They had everything they needed to know instantly, so they knew who the real officers were. "So our witness is a cop, and all he had to offer was that these bones just dropped into his lap from a bunch of rats, who then proceeded to steal his donuts. Camera footage confirms this story, but does not confirm where the victim was originally, or who killed him. Because I doubt a bunch of rats would attack, and kill a full grown man. So we essentially have nothing, but the brass wants everyone who is available on this case, as this high profile of a death going unpunished would mean some very important heads on a chopping block." Vickers' stated, much of it was the obvious, but seeing as now he was on the scene any detective who didn't solve it would essentially find themselves also on the chopping block for their failure. So everyone here was bound by an unspoken oath to find out what happened. The only obvious thing about this crime scene was that whoever had done it was trying to send a message, but what kind of message remained to be unseen, but Chester didn't doubt it was one of the more extreme gangs that had taken to the streets. But with a sigh, he resigned himself to more work, and looking around the crime scene.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Sarah Wilkes Aboard the Imperial Venerator

They were making good progress through the ship, but the more they pushed on the thicker the barriers, and the better trained the enemy was to hold their ground. The fighting became more brutal, and the probability of casualties increased. The other team leaders appeared to be talking about some kind of plan, and Sarah forced herself to join in. "We can throw a barrier on you, and your uhhh... Little guy." She said nodding at the jedi, and the unggoy standing around. "That should allow you to take enough hits to get close enough to break their position, or one of us can tail you with a biotic dome. Could probably fit a few guys in there if we squeeze in together." She continued, occasionally accentuating her words with a burst of rifle fire down the hallway.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Chester

Name:Chester "CJ" Jonas
Age:26
Appearance:
Para Category:Gamma, threat level 1
Powers/Abilities:Hyperkinesis: Chester's mind works differently from others his mind, and his muscle control are perfectly in-sync allowing him enhanced reflexes, perception, and motor control. He doesn't know how he does it. But his mind is capable of near impossible shots, and perception. If he isn't stressed, and he focuses well enough he could shoot another bullet out of the air, or ricochet a bullet to take out multiple perpetrators in a room.
Photographic Reflexes:Perhaps due to his hyperkentic abilities, or perhaps something more has given him the ability to copy some of the physical abilities of others. If he wishes to he can learn martial arts simply by watching a kung-fu movie, learn to shoot like a pro from watching instructional videos, operate a vehicle simply from watching someone do it. Of course his abilities are limited by what the human body can accomplish so he can't copy others abilities, or mimic an ability that requires outside tools unless he has said tools, so those obvious moves where the actor is wearing a wire he can't reproduce without a wire.
Skills:Warrior: Before he got his abilities he was already an accomplished fighter, and warrior. Serving as a soldier, and a private military contractor, before settling down to become a cop. So he's familiar with a variety of weapon platforms, and combat styles.
Technical skills:Being a cop has left him with extensive knowledge of technical systems inside the city, and how they work. Meaning he can interface pretty well with some of the more cyber related things through out the city as long as he has the clearance for it, or getting in trouble if he doesn't.
Weaknesses:Abilities:His abilities don't allow him to go beyond that of a normal mans, so he can't keep up with some of the stronger abilities, nor be as strong as someone with super strength, or as fast as someone with super speed. So in reality he's basically an augmented athlete. His hyperkinesis requires a pretty clear mind to properly work. Stress, and not focusing can limit it severely. And as a cop in a pretty crime filled city, he's always stressed.
Slow/stubborn learner:With the exception of his photographic reflexes, he's slow to come around to other ideals, or view points. Often standing his ground on stupid tiny things that don't even matter for the sole purpose of he can.
His older sister:The only thing in the entire world he truly cares for. With her being ill, and neither one of them making enough money to afford proper treatment for her, he is immensely protective of her, and if anything happened to her it would be more than enough to push him to the brink, or put him out of commission.

Brief History: Growing up with deadbeat parents. Much of Chester's child life was spent with his older sister, Lillian taking care of him. The two of them together learned how to survive on their own with just their wits, and skills. His sister was an honest person, a kind person. But some of the things she had to do, and some of the things they encountered out there very much still burn vividly in Chester's mind, filling him with a strong sense of justice from an early age.

As he grew older his sense of morals never faded. Not when he enlisted, and saw things that would shock people to this day, not when he sold his soul for a private military contract to earn some money for his sick sister. But as her condition worsened, he felt a stronger need to return home, so he fulfilled his contract, and flew back on the first plane he could catch.

He would move in with his sister first chance he got to take care of her, getting a job with the police force to keep them afloat with what medicine they could afford, and a nurse to care for her while he was at work. At home he's a kind gentle human being who would do anything for his sister, in the MPD he's a lawbringer who is working to change the corruption, and public opinion from the inside.

When the para incident happened, he didn't know he had changed until he could perfectly replicate a martial artist on the holovids it just clicked with him, and he could copy it. To top it off, if he focused well enough he could pull off shots on the range that would be nothing short of 1 in a billion shots, or from ranges that were incredibly difficult to pull off. Being able to tag a perp with a round to the leg while running through a crowd with a rifle at 700 meters with no sight proved pretty useful to the police work he did, and due to his abilities found himself getting promoted.

Of course for his promotion they wanted to test if he was a parahuman, or not. But all it took was just a matter of holding back his powers enough to blend in, but still stick out. Allowing him to pass his test as far as he could tell. He now works as a beat detective on the streets, working hard to use his new abilities to make the city, and the police force from the inside.

Sample Post

The city was a cesspit of crime, and menace. But perhaps this one went too far, the gathered cops stared at the scene before them. The area around them had been blocked off so they could investigate the scene. Burnt out before them stood perhaps the most glorious place in the entire city, now gone. A charred sign said. "Willy Pete's donuts. Est 1970" This place had the best donuts, and joe in the city, and now it was gone. A bunch of angry cops were now outside this donut shop. Shouting, angry, upset. "What kind of bastard would do something like this?" Asked one. "Don't know some sort of madman, and when we find him we're sending him straight to hell." Replied another. The rage in the air was palpable, but Chester had a job to do. He singled out the owner one Chelsea Pete.

She was pretty overweight, probably from sampling her own product too much. But her kind face, and gentle mannerism's had made this donut shop feel like a second home to many of the assembled police officers, himself included. "Miss Pete tell me what happened here." He said, making sure to study her face for any lies. He doubted her guilt, but that didn't mean there was a slim chance she burnt it down herself for the insurance money. "Well I was outside on my smoke break, when a man in one of those obscure band t-shirts, and black jeans entered the shop. All I remember was him shouting. 'Death to the pigs' Then he started to glow, before he just exploded into flames. Never saw anything like it but everyone inside was just vaporized, gone..." Her voice quivered, and the sadness in her voice was palpable.
"Lost some of my favorite customers, and workers in that blast, and all my great grandfathers original copies of his recipes. Thankfully we have them copied, and hopefully you'll let the insurance companies know what happened here." She finished her statement with a shaky sigh, and the officer just nodded.
"Of course, thank you for your time Miss Pete." With that said he gave her a kind wave, and headed back to his patrol vehicle.

Safely inside his patrol vehicle, he brought up his police issued computer, and checked the street footage of the incident. It didn't have a good angle of the shop, but he thought perhaps he could see the perp on the screen. With some luck he managed to catch the man on screen. His greasy hair seemed to hang to his scalp by mere threads, he work a black t-shirt with the words "Metallica" it also had a generous amount of rips, and cigarette burns, the perp also wore black jeans. The classical music t-shirt, and the description matched so it was clearly their perp. Using the voice command feature he had the information forwarded to the other police officers at the scene of the crime, and kicked back into his seat with a heavy sigh. He wanted to light up himself, but he chose not to in case he got interrupted.

It took longer than he thought to be interrupted, but interrupted he was. "Yo CJ, that perp you sent us he's hanging out in the crowd of onlookers, we haven't moved in yet figured we'd let you handle it." Came a voice over his helmet radio. He didn't bother with a reply, he just exited the vehicle, and used his helmet's HUD to scan the crowd. Sure enough the man had come back to the scene of the crime, perhaps to see if they knew anything yet. So Chester set on an intercept path with his target. "You there! Come ere" He shouted, of course he didn't approach him, instead he bolted. They always run.

The foot chase didn't last long before he had cornered the man in the plaza of a group of buildings. His pistol was drawn, but the criminal didn't want to stand down. "I'm gonna fuckin toast you pig." The criminal scum shouted, in his arm he readied some sort of fire in his hands. This man was a parahuman, but that didn't matter to Chester his job was to uphold the law, and he was a parahuman as well. He fired his pistol into the mans arm, the fire dissipated as the criminal lost focus on whatever he was going to do. Then it was a matter of quick rush, to intercept him striking him in the face, throat, and groin. With him disabled it was only a matter of drawing his buton, and knocking him unconscious. The job was done thoroughly, and the suspect was slapped into cuffs. If only all cases worked out like this.

He didn't even make it as far as the sidewalk before he was stopped by two men dressed in suits, he didn't even have to guess to know they were with the Lorne corporation. "We'll take him off your hands officer." Said one of them who didn't look like he had a single hair on his head, or body. "But h-"
"But nothing officer, he's our problem now... Good work." With that they took the unconscious perp from him, and stuffed him into the back of a van. He sighed as they drove off, and just looked at his shoes. "Guess it was all in days work." He thought to himself bitterly, as he got back into his patrol vehicle, and drove off.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

@Lord of EvilIt looks good, but i'm gonna also let Sep review it when he's ready.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

@Lord of Evil You're missing one thing, I suggest you read the rules.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Sarah Wilkes aboard Imperial vessel

As the assembled crews pushed through the ship, Sarah followed behind them occasionally throwing up a biotic barrier then dropping it so the marines she brought with her could open fire on the imperial clones who strayed to close, the effort to keep it up was immense but anytime she got tired she'd just swap out with another biotic capable soldier, effectively making deployable cover along the tight corridors of the ship. The blaster fire would strike the shield, and be dispersed, the shield would be lowered, and the sharp rapport of the M-8 avenger would follow the dropping of the shield, and they'd push forward they had practiced this stuff hundreds of times, of course the occasional shot would get through, and while their armor wasn't exactly equipped to deal with laser fire their shields would hold as long at they didn't get struck consecutively.

The crew of The Resurgence pushed ahead being led by a man with a sword that appeared to be made of some kind of laser, or perhaps plasma. But with the way he wielded it he cut with ease through the imperial soldiers, and it appeared the aliens from the larger ship had a need to prove themselves as well with the way they went reckless cutting through the corridors with their energy swords, and from what she could tell they fired super heated plasma at least judging by the impact sites. She had seen similar things with collector weapons, when they had been used sparingly with reaper forces. But she couldn't be too sure, of course she went over, and offered her support.

As they made their way through the ship, she found the collection of troopers getting thicker, and thicker. It got to the point where the imperials were setting up makeshift barricades for cover. One had been pumping out heavy fire so she had to think fast, she had her replacement put up a biotic barrier, then jumped using her biotic abilities to make her virtually weightless maximizing her jump then she brought the gravitational fields down. There was a rush as she fell to the ground at such a fast pace, and with enough biotic strength behind it to create a large shock wave in all directions destroying the barricades, throwing the troopers into the walls, or each other at such fast speeds that the insides of their armor would probably look very, very messy. The whole ordeal left her a little tired, but allowed the rest of the teams to push up.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Chester

Name:Chester "CJ" Jonas
Age:26
Appearance:
Para Category:Gamma, threat level 1
Powers/Abilities:Hyperkinesis: Chester's mind works differently from others his mind, and his muscle control are perfectly in-sync allowing him enhanced reflexes, perception, and motor control. He doesn't know how he does it. But his mind is capable of near impossible shots, and perception. If he isn't stressed, and he focuses well enough he could shoot another bullet out of the air, or ricochet a bullet to take out multiple perpetrators in a room.
Photographic Reflexes:Perhaps due to his hyperkentic abilities, or perhaps something more has given him the ability to copy some of the physical abilities of others. If he wishes to he can learn martial arts simply by watching a kung-fu movie, learn to shoot like a pro from watching instructional videos, operate a vehicle simply from watching someone do it. Of course his abilities are limited by what the human body can accomplish so he can't copy others abilities, or mimic an ability that requires outside tools unless he has said tools, so those obvious moves where the actor is wearing a wire he can't reproduce without a wire.
Skills:Warrior: Before he got his abilities he was already an accomplished fighter, and warrior. Serving as a soldier, and a private military contractor, before settling down to become a cop. So he's familiar with a variety of weapon platforms, and combat styles.
Technical skills:Being a cop has left him with extensive knowledge of technical systems inside the city, and how they work. Meaning he can interface pretty well with some of the more cyber related things through out the city as long as he has the clearance for it, or getting in trouble if he doesn't.
Weaknesses:Abilities:His abilities don't allow him to go beyond that of a normal mans, so he can't keep up with some of the stronger abilities, nor be as strong as someone with super strength, or as fast as someone with super speed. So in reality he's basically an augmented athlete. His hyperkinesis requires a pretty clear mind to properly work. Stress, and not focusing can limit it severely. And as a cop in a pretty crime filled city, he's always stressed.
Slow/stubborn learner:With the exception of his photographic reflexes, he's slow to come around to other ideals, or view points. Often standing his ground on stupid tiny things that don't even matter for the sole purpose of he can.
His older sister:The only thing in the entire world he truly cares for. With her being ill, and neither one of them making enough money to afford proper treatment for her, he is immensely protective of her, and if anything happened to her it would be more than enough to push him to the brink, or put him out of commission.

Brief History: Growing up with deadbeat parents. Much of Chester's child life was spent with his older sister, Lillian taking care of him. The two of them together learned how to survive on their own with just their wits, and skills. His sister was an honest person, a kind person. But some of the things she had to do, and some of the things they encountered out there very much still burn vividly in Chester's mind, filling him with a strong sense of justice from an early age.

As he grew older his sense of morals never faded. Not when he enlisted, and saw things that would shock people to this day, not when he sold his soul for a private military contract to earn some money for his sick sister. But as her condition worsened, he felt a stronger need to return home, so he fulfilled his contract, and flew back on the first plane he could catch.

He would move in with his sister first chance he got to take care of her, getting a job with the police force to keep them afloat with what medicine they could afford, and a nurse to care for her while he was at work. At home he's a kind gentle human being who would do anything for his sister, in the MPD he's a lawbringer who is working to change the corruption, and public opinion from the inside.

When the para incident happened, he didn't know he had changed until he could perfectly replicate a martial artist on the holovids it just clicked with him, and he could copy it. To top it off, if he focused well enough he could pull off shots on the range that would be nothing short of 1 in a billion shots, or from ranges that were incredibly difficult to pull off. Being able to tag a perp with a round to the leg while running through a crowd with a rifle at 700 meters with no sight proved pretty useful to the police work he did, and due to his abilities found himself getting promoted.

Of course for his promotion they wanted to test if he was a parahuman, or not. But all it took was just a matter of holding back his powers enough to blend in, but still stick out. Allowing him to pass his test as far as he could tell. He now works as a beat detective on the streets, working hard to use his new abilities to make the city, and the police force from the inside.

Sample Post

The city was a cesspit of crime, and menace. But perhaps this one went too far, the gathered cops stared at the scene before them. The area around them had been blocked off so they could investigate the scene. Burnt out before them stood perhaps the most glorious place in the entire city, now gone. A charred sign said. "Willy Pete's donuts. Est 1970" This place had the best donuts, and joe in the city, and now it was gone. A bunch of angry cops were now outside this donut shop. Shouting, angry, upset. "What kind of bastard would do something like this?" Asked one. "Don't know some sort of madman, and when we find him we're sending him straight to hell." Replied another. The rage in the air was palpable, but Chester had a job to do. He singled out the owner one Chelsea Pete.

She was pretty overweight, probably from sampling her own product too much. But her kind face, and gentle mannerism's had made this donut shop feel like a second home to many of the assembled police officers, himself included. "Miss Pete tell me what happened here." He said, making sure to study her face for any lies. He doubted her guilt, but that didn't mean there was a slim chance she burnt it down herself for the insurance money. "Well I was outside on my smoke break, when a man in one of those obscure band t-shirts, and black jeans entered the shop. All I remember was him shouting. 'Death to the pigs' Then he started to glow, before he just exploded into flames. Never saw anything like it but everyone inside was just vaporized, gone..." Her voice quivered, and the sadness in her voice was palpable.
"Lost some of my favorite customers, and workers in that blast, and all my great grandfathers original copies of his recipes. Thankfully we have them copied, and hopefully you'll let the insurance companies know what happened here." She finished her statement with a shaky sigh, and the officer just nodded.
"Of course, thank you for your time Miss Pete." With that said he gave her a kind wave, and headed back to his patrol vehicle.

Safely inside his patrol vehicle, he brought up his police issued computer, and checked the street footage of the incident. It didn't have a good angle of the shop, but he thought perhaps he could see the perp on the screen. With some luck he managed to catch the man on screen. His greasy hair seemed to hang to his scalp by mere threads, he work a black t-shirt with the words "Metallica" it also had a generous amount of rips, and cigarette burns, the perp also wore black jeans. The classical music t-shirt, and the description matched so it was clearly their perp. Using the voice command feature he had the information forwarded to the other police officers at the scene of the crime, and kicked back into his seat with a heavy sigh. He wanted to light up himself, but he chose not to in case he got interrupted.

It took longer than he thought to be interrupted, but interrupted he was. "Yo CJ, that perp you sent us he's hanging out in the crowd of onlookers, we haven't moved in yet figured we'd let you handle it." Came a voice over his helmet radio. He didn't bother with a reply, he just exited the vehicle, and used his helmet's HUD to scan the crowd. Sure enough the man had come back to the scene of the crime, perhaps to see if they knew anything yet. So Chester set on an intercept path with his target. "You there! Come ere" He shouted, of course he didn't approach him, instead he bolted. They always run.

The foot chase didn't last long before he had cornered the man in the plaza of a group of buildings. His pistol was drawn, but the criminal didn't want to stand down. "I'm gonna fuckin toast you pig." The criminal scum shouted, in his arm he readied some sort of fire in his hands. This man was a parahuman, but that didn't matter to Chester his job was to uphold the law, and he was a parahuman as well. He fired his pistol into the mans arm, the fire dissipated as the criminal lost focus on whatever he was going to do. Then it was a matter of quick rush, to intercept him striking him in the face, throat, and groin. With him disabled it was only a matter of drawing his buton, and knocking him unconscious. The job was done thoroughly, and the suspect was slapped into cuffs. If only all cases worked out like this.

He didn't even make it as far as the sidewalk before he was stopped by two men dressed in suits, he didn't even have to guess to know they were with the Lorne corporation. "We'll take him off your hands officer." Said one of them who didn't look like he had a single hair on his head, or body. "But h-"
"But nothing officer, he's our problem now... Good work." With that they took the unconscious perp from him, and stuffed him into the back of a van. He sighed as they drove off, and just looked at his shoes. "Guess it was all in days work." He thought to himself bitterly, as he got back into his patrol vehicle, and drove off.