To: Carmelita Sly-Cooper
From: Sombra
Subject: How do I get into the dataverse? 
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I need to find a way into the dataverse in order to delete all evidence of that date. Deleting the information should prevent the individual known as Deadpool from even finding out about it.  Also, thank you again for letting me stay at your base. I'm presently headed to the Nexus, and then to the Vasty Deep like you suggested. The maps will come in handy for me. 


- Sombra

PS:  Could you give me the schematics for your auto turrets and the airconditioning device, as well as refrigeration?

From:  Enraged Monarch of the Crystal Empire
To: Whoever matched me up with Dead Pool
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You sir or madam are either a son of a whorse or a whorse. I am not gay in the slightest. The allegation of such offends me to say the least. I demand you pay me back the money I spent on your website. Furthermore I demand an apology from you. I also demand you call off the bucking date as I have recently learned that Dead Pool is a psychopath. By the way, I will be paying you a visit and having a 'chat' with you about your actions. Hooking me up with him? I'm not gay. It was a bad idea. You will pay me back every cent, and then some for the mental trauma you've caused. 

In short,  fix this now!

- King Sombra

Name: SupraPol

Base: SupraPol Mech Depot
Location: Endless Dunes
Base Upgrades: Recall Station (Permissions: Carmelita)

Members:
Carmelita

Description: SupraPol is a non-political policing organisation that intends to operate across the Omniverse. It also includes a ancillary group looking at improving living conditions across the Omniverse.



Missions:

The First Wave: Unique

Send an email response to the recruitment ad. Get informed of the meeting point to be picked up by a bus. Meet with fellow hopefuls. Joint thread will proceed from there.

The Omniverse is a difficult place to live. Hostile environments mix with lawlessness and organized crime, and on a regular basis you hear about serial criminals escaping justice by fleeing the verse, dropping on over to the next verse.

We’re looking to change that. The Supranational Police And Response Team Agency, shortened to SupraPol, intends to be a non-political group dedicated to making the Omniverse a safer place for prime, secondary and native-born alike.

If you feel that bringing criminals to justice despite their attempts to flee the local law enforcement, researching ways to decrease poverty and supply basic needs and generally laying the groundwork for a better tomorrow is something you’d like to get involved in, feel free to follow the link below to our Dataverse site!

We’re here to make a difference.

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SupraPol intends to cooperate with the local law enforcement across the Omniverse in bringing criminals to justice.

Upon being alerted to the following crimes, SupraPol officers will do the legwork to gather evidence to narrow down the suspect. It then falls to the information division to correlate this information and identify the criminal’s identity and location, before an Incident Response Team (IRT) is sent in to apprehend the criminal.

In supporting and ancillary roles, the SupraPol technicians will work at developing the organisations infrastructure and reach, while our scientists and researchers look to deal with crime at the root causes of hostile environments, poverty and oppression.

As a non-political organisation, we are not suited to deal with certain crimes. Below is a document that lists what we should be capable of on this front:

“SupraPol targets the following:

Terrorism,
Violations of the Universal Declaration of Sentient Rights
Environmental Crimes,
Genocide,
War Crimes,
Organized Crime,
Piracy,
Illicit Art Trading and Art Theft,
Drug Crime,
Weapons Smuggling,
People Trafficking and Slavery,
White Collar Crime,
Cybercrime,
Corruption,

The organisation aims to be:

The most alert
The most responsive
The most prepared
The most capable

when counteracting these crimes.

This requires:

A full-time contact network across the Omniverse
Rapid identification of crimes and criminals
A secure, comprehensive police information system and database
Training, research, innovation and development."

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If you find yourself interested in joining SupraPol, please send the following form, completed, to the Dataverse address SupraPolRecruitment@SupraPol.org

“Name: {Self explanatory}
Age: {Self explanatory. If you can’t cache it in days, state your level of maturity for your species}
Species or equivalent: {Self explanatory}
Desired role/s: {Please put in one or more of the following: investigative team, intelligence team, incident response team, research and development team, outreach team, medical and support staff, other. We will talk to you about your exact desire and role in a face to face interview}
Skillset: {Please put in any skills or experience with the policing field here}
Past ties: {This includes chequered pasts. SupraPol is not unwilling to give those with shady pasts second chances, but finding out you have left out information in your application form may undermine your career with us}
Current ties: {We are not against having members of other organisations on our payroll. If you belong to another law enforcement agency or similar, please provide a number to contact your superior to ask for your secondment to our organisation}
Medical Information: {Self explanatory}
Home address and travel time: {Please put your verse and settlement of residence (if any), whether you would wish to work from home or the base, and what your maximum commuting distance is.}”

Below is the completed form of the Head of SupraPol as an example.

“Name: Carmelita Sandiego Montaya Fox-Cooper
Age: ~41
Species or equivalent: Vixen, bipedal
Desired role/s: Investigative team, Intelligence team, Incident response team, Outreach team, Other
Skillset: 22 years - Inspector for International Policing Agency; Police Training, Armed and Unarmed Combat, Investigative Training, Evidence Classification Protocols, Intelligence Training, Incident Response Training, Outreach Training
Past ties: InterPol
Current ties: SupraPol, TTWNN Deputy
Medical Information: Mild allergy to hazelnuts (example only)
Home address and travel time: None, will work from the base, no maximum commuting distance.”

We look forward to hearing from you.

SupraPol

Quote:Email applications posted below, visible only to SupraPol

The alchemist softly trailed along the leaf-scattered jungle hills, his nose buried into one of the handmade mythological books he had made from numerous sources that he had found once arriving in the omniverse. Tiny tweets came from his pack as he mumbled.

“Fire… molten rock… maybe just fish .. damn… what would one reckon a Pheonix eat?”
His goggles as he looked up, thinking he heard some footsteps. Another tweet from his bag. 

“Yes, I hear you fiery little bird, I just need to--”  A wisp of red flew out of his bag and took to the air, tweeting along. “Damn it you little troublemaker, get over here before you manage to catch something on fire again!” The alchemist’s eyes furrowed as he chased after the mythological bird, closing his book with a digit saving the page he was on. He clutched it tight to his side as he climbed over tree stumps and leaped across puddles, trying to snag the darn bird. His green eyes traced the red movement in the air,  making sure to not lose sight of--

Slam!

Darkness clouded the alchemist’s vision as he felt the distinct taste of wooden bark in his mouth. As well as a slight hint of blood.

“Rotten little…”

The alchemists groaned as he pinched his nose, his cheeks red with pain and embarrassment. His cheeks puffed as the little bird flew around his head, before landing on his nose.  The alchemist narrowed his eyes until suddenly, a few strands of hair flowed with the wind over the bird, suddenly fuming and puffing in smoke as it caught fire.

A yelp echoed through the forest as the alchemist flailed about and finally doused the flames with a wet hand of water and mud. With a puff of air he blew the burnt strands out of his eyes, before pouting his lower lip. He sat down with his knees bent so that he could set his crossed arms upon them. The little Phoenix floated around once more to land curiously on the patch of dirt beside him. Finneas turned and tried to give the avian creature a glare, but found himself only giving a soft sigh, looking over to his right to find his book luckily closed on dry land. He extended an arm and dusted off the cover, giving another light sigh.

“You know, if you did this to anyone else it might be a bit funnier for the both of us.”

Alak az ar, cacoct de D.C.
Fl-ga-hi, id il in I.A.
Ksky la memd, ma mi, mn ms momt, nenv.
New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota.
Oh, ok!  Or... paprri?
South Carolina and South Dakota tn tx ut vt.
Va vi wa wv wiwy.

PRONUNCIATION

Alak as are, cacoct day D.C.
Fluh-gah-high, id ill in I.A.
Kiss-key la memed, mommy, min-miss moment, nenivee.
(Just read the states.)
Oooh, okay!  Or... papiree?
South Carolina and South Dakota ten tex ut vut.
Va vee wa wuv weewhy.

A poem I made up about ten minutes ago trying to memorize U.S. postal codes.

It was a darker section of one of Coruscant's pristine shopping districts. Metallic buildings towered over black asphalt. A few blurs of cars raced past vibrant crowds of all sizes and types strolling and jogging along the sidewalks. Night had long fell, and the pale lighting of a few local storefronts had flickered out to signify closing time. It was in the shadows underneath one of these dimmed shops that a lone woman waited in what some would see as an odd sort of attire for a female her age.

Outfitted in a dress lined with princessly frills, she stood there in silence. She pushed up her lacy bell sleeve to check her watch while waiting in the shade that lined the concrete. An impatient tap of her Mary Janes clicked against the path. Blue eyes scanned the area left and right while she brushed back a few brunette strands. She was clearly waiting for someone.

I gave up two hours of checking inventory at the shop for this date. He had better show up... Her pink-stained lips turned downward as she took another look at her watch.

Sakura Mikeru took her sweet time initially when she first started her trip. After getting an invite to meet in person and setting up the finer details, she closed up her tea shop in the Moors to hop a ride to Coruscant. Now, here she was, waiting for someone named Eddy. Or at least that's how he introduced himself in his profile... which didn't appeal to Sakura that much.

I should've just stayed home. He seems like one of those playboy types. But... when was the last time I... Her face flushed at the thought. Yes, that was the only reason she accepted his invitation to meet. Other than that reason, she didn't expect much else from this. She assumed him to be a player, a man not worthy of much else in terms of relationships. So she planned to take this date in stride. Treat others according to how they act. Maybe by doing so, she can avoid dirtying her new dress.

But that risk may not arise if he didn't arrive soon. Five more minutes. That's all I'm giving him. Then I'm shopping for a new petticoat and going home. With that firmly in mind, Sakura continued to wait.

Marlin Dustin lifted his blue quill from the tips of the parchment, looking over his writing, if it could be called that. Ink splotches covered the paper where the mangled words did not; it was impossible to tell if his writing was a strange form of cursive or even if it was just some odd language of the Deeps. He gave it another glance over; the message was readable, at the very least.

He looked over his shoulder, the door to his study closed and locked tight. No one could interrupt him, yet despite this, he felt the urge to make sure. After double-checking, he turned back to the parchment, setting his quill into the ink jar next to it. He stood up, picked up the parchment, and walked towards the nearby window. He opened it, whistling into the breeze.

No sooner did he do this than a raven no bigger than his clenched fist swooped down from the skies towards him. The bird perched on the windowsill, cocking its head in curiosity.

“Take this, Ratchet,” he said, placing the rolled-up parchment next to the avian creature, “make sure it gets to the Avengers. They have to know what is happening here.”

The crow did as it was told. It opened its long, slender beak, and picked up the piece of paper. The messenger then flew off into the sky, glowing gold bits of omnillium falling from its form before disappearing.

Dustin sighed, bringing his rankled hands to the pockets of his oversized overcoat. Now came phase two.

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Rando Le Terz… yes, that was its name. It was known amongst the inhabitants as just “Rando Island,” because calling it “Rando Le Terz Island” was both silly and too much wording for a single sentence. It was a solitary island, located a fair distance away from the bigger islands close to Costa Del Sol, which meant a lot less tourism for the island’s steady increase of population. And why would there be? After all, the island had one notable aspect of it that separated it from most others: the fog. The whole land-mass was covered in an almost impossible to see through haze. It stretched from the ground, all the way up to the tallest building in the city of Lando: the clock tower. Most every citizen that lived there had to contend with the dreadful humidity and the sweat that came with it, not to mention the unbearable rain that soaked the town every weekend or so. In fact, it was raining at that very moment; thundering, to be exact. A soft patter-patter of raindrops upon stone slabs was audible everywhere one went, unless they were underneath one of the many palm trees and rain-forests on the island; in which case, you’d hear the soft patter-patter of raindrops upon thick, green leaves.

The overcoat-wearing man walked through the central square of Lando, hands in his pockets and a blue feather in his brown cap. He glanced around the crowded street, studying the facial features of the people there. They were smiling, each and every one of them. He would smile too, if he didn’t know the truth. After all, the fog was only an annoyance; it could be tolerated given the right amount of incentives to stay. He passed by market-stands, selling all types of commodities: jewels from the deep, the most regal of clothing, and best of all, the prized sugarcane. He couldn’t list a single person on Rando Le Terz who didn’t want a bite of sugarcane, including himself. Demand for it was as high as the sky, and the supply for it always even higher. Anyone who got their sugarcane always walked away with a smile on their face, or their money back guaranteed.

He closed his eyes as he lowered his head, shivering in the rain. How had he never known? After years of signing documents, forging permits, and throwing the law off of his back, how had he never thought about this prior to right now? The truth was, he hadn’t. His old, bony hands yearned for the ink and feather, and his brain shut down upon landing the job. He could be as creative as he wanted, and write whatever he wanted, as long as he did what they said. For years, he did what they said, and had never considered what would happen if he did not do what they said until only a few days prior. With what he saw, rebellion was both an inviting and paranoia-inducing act.

It’s for the best, he reasoned. He had sent the message. There was no going back now.

He raised his head, looking towards “Bobby’s General Goods” store. A nice store; a pretty one, too, with the multi-colored flowers inside decorated pots on the windowsill of the shop. People poured in and out of the store, each with goods to peddle or goods that had been bought. The archaic lights inside provided a warm and welcoming sight; it provided enough heat to make even the ones with the wettest of clothing and the worst of colds snug and cozy. Right outside the door to the shop was a wooden sign, almost invisible in the sea mist, that held a silver sword in the middle.

Dustin gulped, taking a deep breath. He walked towards the shop and leaned against the walls of the building, his blue feather a beacon in the sight-screwing foam. Water dripped from his hat and his nose, so drenched was every bit of his body. But he was going to wait. No matter how long it would take, come hell or high water, from dusk to dawn.

He was going to see justice be served.

As the beating and miserable sweltering heat wrapped around him like a jacket made that penetrated flesh with needles, King Sombra had realizeed something. He was, for lack of a better term completely lost. At some point he definitely was going to make a map for the Endless Dunes.This place desperately needed one so the peasants could avoid the encounters with bandits. A sharp emptiness filled his throat as he took in a breath of the dry and humid air. It felt like he had been trotting for miles. Of course he hadn't been trotting, per say but more along the lines of sprinting. The pace had been less than leisurely. The air scalded his lungs and reminded him that he needed water. Forgetting for the moment that he could create anything out of Omnilium, King Sombra could faintly see the beginnings of a structure in the distance. Dashing at his maximum speed towards it,  he hoped he could get there and get himself some water.

To: Hiro Protagonist
From: Inspector Fox-Cooper


Dear Hiro Protagonist

It has come to my attention that, despite providing aid during my search for a secondary in Coruscant, you were somehow involved in my death during Dante’s Abyss.

I apologise for the uncertainty, but I would like to learn the exact reasoning you had for your involvement. At the moment my memories are still quite fragmented, though they are quickly restoring themselves, and I feel that it would do you an injustice to not first ask for your of the story.

Any video or audio files you can send me would be appreciated.

From
Inspector Carmelita Fox-Cooper



Sent from ‘Hello-I’m-an-AI-and-I’ve-encrypted-this-point-of-origin-We-are-not-in-an-active-volcano-so-don’t-worry-Lots-of-love-ALXXX-aka-Al3x’