Atlantica System
2320 CE
The police were not equipped to handle this.
Typically, cells in a jail were simple affairs. Just temporary holding areas more than anything else. It was a small area with simple foam beds jutting out of the wall in the back, along with a sink with an integrated toilet all in clear view. The same went for every single other cell where people were being brought in and processed, either being sent out after they sobered or put in ‘the slammer’ proper for longer holding. But this one cell was special, primarily due to it’s occupant. The cells were all separated by transparent aluminum walls, the bars themselves like glass with their transparency, but even with all this between them, the ‘neighbors’ all kept their distance.
“Hey, you got a guest!” the grizzled old sergeant rapped his baton against the bars to get the occupant’s attention.
The mattress had been propped up and crumpled into the corner in order to make a makeshift den, though it made a poor hiding place for the creature within. A long barbed tail was sticking out, and made a loud slap of agitation when it was called upon. What was lurking within didn’t simply reveal itself, but cast off the slab of foam and throw it, ringing against the transparent metal bars.
Hopping upright onto cloven hooves, the Chongwu looked like something out of a Bosch painting. Goat-like and brimming with muscle, fangs and teeth. Distinctly female and wearing little but a fitting plastic bodysuit and collar, not that the current random fit of rage lended it anything in terms of attraction.
Reaction shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was always sending electronic messages using some kind of internal wifi adaption, but refused to talk to humans past calling them ‘lesser components’. The huffing noise, as well as an expression of looking for something to throw, was also a common trait.
“I hope you have better luck dealing with this one,” the police officer grumbled, walking away. Even as he did so however, simply glancing through the walls made it clear just who, or what had come for her. Clad in crimson dress, her visitor’s feminine form was all too easy to see, the cloth perfectly tailored to cling close to her body. However, it wasn’t this woman’s curves, the gleam of her raven black hair or even the glint in her golden eyes that made her stand out. It was the sleeves of bright, shining feathers on her arms and the proud tail of plumage. She was a Daqinren Rooster.
“There! That’s the one Sakamoto!” Popping to life besides the Rooster, a hologram of an armored bodysuit clad Tigress suddenly came into view. Unusually curvaceous and short for a stormtrooper of The Empire , and with an almost bratty bluntness to her, it was impossible for this person to be anyone else. “That’s the dumb animal that keeps on yapping at me!” Hoshiko accusingly pointed a finger at the Chongwu. Though she wasn’t there in person, her hologram projected by a sphere drone on the ground with another box drone balancing on top with it’s four rubber balls, she looked all too real. Daqin technology did not cut corners.
“Ara, ara,” the Sakamoto began, politely taken aback. “Who do we have here?” she pondered aloud.
2320 CE
The police were not equipped to handle this.
Typically, cells in a jail were simple affairs. Just temporary holding areas more than anything else. It was a small area with simple foam beds jutting out of the wall in the back, along with a sink with an integrated toilet all in clear view. The same went for every single other cell where people were being brought in and processed, either being sent out after they sobered or put in ‘the slammer’ proper for longer holding. But this one cell was special, primarily due to it’s occupant. The cells were all separated by transparent aluminum walls, the bars themselves like glass with their transparency, but even with all this between them, the ‘neighbors’ all kept their distance.
“Hey, you got a guest!” the grizzled old sergeant rapped his baton against the bars to get the occupant’s attention.
The mattress had been propped up and crumpled into the corner in order to make a makeshift den, though it made a poor hiding place for the creature within. A long barbed tail was sticking out, and made a loud slap of agitation when it was called upon. What was lurking within didn’t simply reveal itself, but cast off the slab of foam and throw it, ringing against the transparent metal bars.
Hopping upright onto cloven hooves, the Chongwu looked like something out of a Bosch painting. Goat-like and brimming with muscle, fangs and teeth. Distinctly female and wearing little but a fitting plastic bodysuit and collar, not that the current random fit of rage lended it anything in terms of attraction.
Reaction shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was always sending electronic messages using some kind of internal wifi adaption, but refused to talk to humans past calling them ‘lesser components’. The huffing noise, as well as an expression of looking for something to throw, was also a common trait.
“I hope you have better luck dealing with this one,” the police officer grumbled, walking away. Even as he did so however, simply glancing through the walls made it clear just who, or what had come for her. Clad in crimson dress, her visitor’s feminine form was all too easy to see, the cloth perfectly tailored to cling close to her body. However, it wasn’t this woman’s curves, the gleam of her raven black hair or even the glint in her golden eyes that made her stand out. It was the sleeves of bright, shining feathers on her arms and the proud tail of plumage. She was a Daqinren Rooster.
“There! That’s the one Sakamoto!” Popping to life besides the Rooster, a hologram of an armored bodysuit clad Tigress suddenly came into view. Unusually curvaceous and short for a stormtrooper of The Empire , and with an almost bratty bluntness to her, it was impossible for this person to be anyone else. “That’s the dumb animal that keeps on yapping at me!” Hoshiko accusingly pointed a finger at the Chongwu. Though she wasn’t there in person, her hologram projected by a sphere drone on the ground with another box drone balancing on top with it’s four rubber balls, she looked all too real. Daqin technology did not cut corners.
“Ara, ara,” the Sakamoto began, politely taken aback. “Who do we have here?” she pondered aloud.