05-21-2016, 07:39 PM
Well, that's the official story, anyway. We know that if I was in front of the Emperor that I would have tried to shove my fist down his throat, and the EPD knew that too. They didn't come in with gifts and honors in mind, but rather a full intent to gun me down if they had the chance. Unfortunately for them, They were too late before the fight had ended with me knelled over the rubble covered body of Chara. Compared to her previously manic expression, she almost seemed at peace as she laid there. Even though I had killed a murderer, there wasn't much there to be proud of. Just another set of scars across my body. The civilians, those who hadn't already fled, had now made a ring around the two of us when their own curiosity overcame their fear.
"How'd the other guy doing?" I turned to one of them, a fancy looking suit who was surprised to be on the spot. When you're talking to a group, you need to single someone out or they delude responsibility to everyone else. Before he could respond, I tossed one of my stimm packs into his arms. "Hold your fingers to his neck to check to see if he still has a pulse, inject one of those into him if he's still alive, and keep pressure on the stab wound. You," I pointed to someone else, "call medical" And they both ran off to do so, as I scooped the bag she had thrown as her final act. There was a scrap book and a letter addressed to me in there. I had a good mind to burn it all, but my own curiosity got the best of me and I pocketed it. No enough time to read it, as I could already hear stormtroopers trying to muscle their way to me.
In the last few second I had, I noticed one last thing: a pendant wrapped around the neck of the fallen...I don't even know anymore. I reached out and pulled it off her neck, a press on the latch opened to reveal what was hidden inside. A picture, with Chara (lacking the red eyes) and a goat person happily hugging each other. Etched into the other side was "Chara and Asriel Dreemurr". Siblings? I've seen stranger things. I pocketed that as well, and wonder if this Asriel was elsewhere in the Omniverse as well. Maybe then I could get some answers.
I didn't get much farther before several gun stocks slammed into the back of my head repeatedly until I blacked out.
It was nighttime when they finally let me out of the holding cell. They were VERY happy to slap me with property destruction and disrupting the peace, but there was a flood of eye witnesses to back up my story, and they couldn't really get anything to stick. Well, they COULD have, but if there's one thing I could give them credit it's that Dredd was tough but fair. They gave me an apology (bullshit) and a handwritten commemoration from the Emperor himself (also bullshit, since my pardon was also "handwritten" by the Emperor and they both had different handwriting) with a little medal and they kicked me out with a warning to get the hell out if I knew what was good for me. I gave them the double finger salute, but I took that advise and headed back towards the Nexus.
With a little free time as I took a cab towards the center of the first tier, I reached into that bag and started to shift through it's content...
"How'd the other guy doing?" I turned to one of them, a fancy looking suit who was surprised to be on the spot. When you're talking to a group, you need to single someone out or they delude responsibility to everyone else. Before he could respond, I tossed one of my stimm packs into his arms. "Hold your fingers to his neck to check to see if he still has a pulse, inject one of those into him if he's still alive, and keep pressure on the stab wound. You," I pointed to someone else, "call medical" And they both ran off to do so, as I scooped the bag she had thrown as her final act. There was a scrap book and a letter addressed to me in there. I had a good mind to burn it all, but my own curiosity got the best of me and I pocketed it. No enough time to read it, as I could already hear stormtroopers trying to muscle their way to me.
In the last few second I had, I noticed one last thing: a pendant wrapped around the neck of the fallen...I don't even know anymore. I reached out and pulled it off her neck, a press on the latch opened to reveal what was hidden inside. A picture, with Chara (lacking the red eyes) and a goat person happily hugging each other. Etched into the other side was "Chara and Asriel Dreemurr". Siblings? I've seen stranger things. I pocketed that as well, and wonder if this Asriel was elsewhere in the Omniverse as well. Maybe then I could get some answers.
I didn't get much farther before several gun stocks slammed into the back of my head repeatedly until I blacked out.
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It was nighttime when they finally let me out of the holding cell. They were VERY happy to slap me with property destruction and disrupting the peace, but there was a flood of eye witnesses to back up my story, and they couldn't really get anything to stick. Well, they COULD have, but if there's one thing I could give them credit it's that Dredd was tough but fair. They gave me an apology (bullshit) and a handwritten commemoration from the Emperor himself (also bullshit, since my pardon was also "handwritten" by the Emperor and they both had different handwriting) with a little medal and they kicked me out with a warning to get the hell out if I knew what was good for me. I gave them the double finger salute, but I took that advise and headed back towards the Nexus.
With a little free time as I took a cab towards the center of the first tier, I reached into that bag and started to shift through it's content...
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