Bounty Fight: Hiro Protagonist Vs The Humble Sage (PvP)

[Hiro Protagonist]

The two broken halves of the Sage's cane crashed together on either side of his skull, and Hiro's world went black with an oddly comedic coconut sound. Blood leaked from his ears as he lost consciousness, falling out of reality and also out of the sky as the Sage tossed him off the roof. His prone form hit the garbage bags with a loud whump, one hand sticking out between the soft trash. Unbeknownst to the comatose hacker, several police cars pulled up in the general vicinity within moments. The Sage was long gone from the site of their battle, and the Cinnabar police were cordoning off the area. One particularly burly human officer saw the hacker's bloodstained glove jutting from the trash heap and lifted him out, one handed.

Upon spotting the Imperial crests on Hiro's vest lapels, he signaled to his fellow officers. "Imperial! We have an Imperial at the scene, which corroborates the other evidence discovered. This is not going to make Mewtwo happy." They locked the cyber samurai in cuffs and threw him in the back of a patrol car, head lolling and bouncing off the window as they hauled him away from the scene. Which is how he woke up, shards of plastiglass poking him in the tear duct.

"Ow, shit!"

The patrolman, a wispy mustached brown fox type thing, rapped on the cage separating the back of the car from the front. "Keep it down there, Imperial." Hiro ignored him, and gingerly lifted his left arm. A shooting pain struck him and he swore again, dropping it. Well, that arm was useless. He tried with his other one and found enough dexterity to brush the shards away from a swollen and bleeding eye. That goddamn old man had gotten the better of him and escaped. So much for Hiro Protagonist, Agent of the Empire. He was rusty, his skills had softened. He'd taken it too easy after Dante's Abyss, gotten pudgy and slow building that car with Madotsuki. No longer.

He sat there while the ride continued, hands in cuffs, completely disarmed. His tanto had been knocked away, he'd have to summon them again. They'd confiscated his sword and wrist comp, but ignored the half shattered goggles. Maybe they didn't see the harm in leaving them on his head, or they were afraid of countermeasures. At least he still had his badge, although that would probably serve to implicate the Empire further. Shit. Well, he would get out of this, he had no doubt. There were diplomatic negotiations going on, so neither side could really afford to be too aggressive.

He knocked on the cage divider again. "So, where are we going?" The driver answered this time. "Cinnabar Central. You're needed for questioning." They didn't talk to him again after that, not for the duration of the ride, not when they took him out of the car, and not when they brought him inside the marble building, half carrying half leading him past rows of desks and wooden doors. Finally, they brought him into an interrogation room, and handcuffed him to the table, one bare bulb swinging above it. It lit the concrete room just enough to see, but not enough to prevent shadows from clinging in the corners. The hacker had no idea what to expect. This was like something out of a freakin' holovid.

A small yellow rabbit Pokemon, dressed in a brown trenchcoat and wearing a plaid sherlock holmes hat walked out of the shadows and hopped onto the chair facing Hiro. He had to try and stifle a laugh, which the Pikachu noticed, since it's next move was to reach across the table and smack Hiro across the mouth. The hacker winced with pain as a broken tooth ground into his jaw. "Jesus, fuck! You freaking things don't believe in prisoner rights?"

The thing lit up a cigarette and inhaled, before blowing the smoke across the table. "Not for enemies of the state, which is what you are, kid." Hiro was stunned. He was being talked down to by a bright yellow rodent with a voice like Humphrey Bogart. The thing had bright red cheeks, for Uncle Enzo's sake! It continued, pulling out a sheaf of papers. "Hiro Protagonist, agent of the Imperial Peace Division. Admirable service, so far. But to come hunting a bounty in the middle of peace talks? Tsk, tsk, Mr. Protagonist. Stupid move." Hiro stayed silent and sullen as the Pokemon went on. "You're being released, in return for certain concessions from the Empire. The bio weapon they brought with them certainly didn't help matter either." The Pikachu leaned across the table, a spiteful leer on its features. "So enjoy your freedom. But I don't envy the consequences you'll be facing from your own people." It stubbed out it's cigarette and gestured towards the door, which opened. "Now get the fuck off of Cinnabar." Two other officers came in and unlocked Hiro's handcuffs, leading him out of the room to the front lobby of the station house, where they returned his items, along with a Notice of Banishment from Cinnabar. 

As Hiro trudged out of the building and tried to find transport back to the docks, his glasses brightened blue, the micro computer on his wrist flashing with a message....from Commander Caasjuun.

".....fuck."

Consequences