06-24-2017, 01:11 PM
Mad Bull stomped through the front lobby of the robotic brothel, furiously buttoning his uniform shirt and adjusting the crotch of his pants. Scores of pleasure droids followed behind him in a train of cooing, simpering sex voices.
He stood at the front entrance angrily notching his leather utility belt around his waist and barked at the automaton who had stayed on watch at the door. “What's all that racket I heard outside,” the burly cop barked at the emotionless bouncer. “Three Primes are in violent confrontation over an item,” it cooly replied in an artificial sounding tone.
“What!” he bellowed as he socked the glorified robot butler against it's perfectly shaped chin. Mad Bull waved the stinging feeling out of his fist, but the bouncer didn't seem bothered in the least. “That's why I came here, ya stupid sack of bolts! For the item!”
“Terribly sorry sir,” it replied dispassionately.
From under the shelter of Clanger’s Claptrap awning, the cop ruminated on the sight of the three Primes lining up to do battle.
“Shall I fetch your car, sir?” the monotone voice inquired.
“Naw…” Sergeant Estes replied, a sense of hesitancy in his voice. “Look Jeeves, you got a back exit outta here that'll steer clear of that fight?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Mad Bull slinked through the back exit, deserting the hot-wired Buick lest he raised more attention from the other warring Primes. He traveled east into the next quadrant, coming upon what seemed to be an abandoned open air shopping mall. "I outta be able to lay low in here until those jagoffs finish their little brawl,” the seasoned law officer thought to himself.
He crunched through the ruined remains of the mall, passing by ancient and forgotten businesses that had once elegantly displayed their wares to thousands of teenagers. In the distance, he could hear the growing din of battle which he had smartly decided to skirt around.
He patrolled deeper down the corridors of the mall and gradually made it to the center of the shopping center. A public concert venue was set up and trash had gathered from the constant wind, layering with dust and debris as Time passed Mega City One by. He paused in the center of the audience space and gazed at the empty stage.
For several days now, Sergeant John Estes had been locked in Dante's Abyss. The Chief of the 34th Precinct, by order of the local Imperial command, had ordered him here to root out a criminal who had infiltrated the games undercover. The lawman had met an odd collection of Primes, but none seemed to fit the profile he was supposed to be searching for.
”If I come back to Corsucant empty handed, the Chief is gonna eat my balls with his morning beans,” he thought grumpily. In frustration, he kicked at a discarded Pepsi can, causing it to clatter loudly at the base of the stage.
~~shuffle, shuffle~~
Mad Bull instinctively reached for his sidearm and roused himself to attention. He had heard something nearby… the question was only who… Or what!
He stood at the front entrance angrily notching his leather utility belt around his waist and barked at the automaton who had stayed on watch at the door. “What's all that racket I heard outside,” the burly cop barked at the emotionless bouncer. “Three Primes are in violent confrontation over an item,” it cooly replied in an artificial sounding tone.
“What!” he bellowed as he socked the glorified robot butler against it's perfectly shaped chin. Mad Bull waved the stinging feeling out of his fist, but the bouncer didn't seem bothered in the least. “That's why I came here, ya stupid sack of bolts! For the item!”
“Terribly sorry sir,” it replied dispassionately.
From under the shelter of Clanger’s Claptrap awning, the cop ruminated on the sight of the three Primes lining up to do battle.
“Shall I fetch your car, sir?” the monotone voice inquired.
“Naw…” Sergeant Estes replied, a sense of hesitancy in his voice. “Look Jeeves, you got a back exit outta here that'll steer clear of that fight?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Mad Bull slinked through the back exit, deserting the hot-wired Buick lest he raised more attention from the other warring Primes. He traveled east into the next quadrant, coming upon what seemed to be an abandoned open air shopping mall. "I outta be able to lay low in here until those jagoffs finish their little brawl,” the seasoned law officer thought to himself.
He crunched through the ruined remains of the mall, passing by ancient and forgotten businesses that had once elegantly displayed their wares to thousands of teenagers. In the distance, he could hear the growing din of battle which he had smartly decided to skirt around.
He patrolled deeper down the corridors of the mall and gradually made it to the center of the shopping center. A public concert venue was set up and trash had gathered from the constant wind, layering with dust and debris as Time passed Mega City One by. He paused in the center of the audience space and gazed at the empty stage.
For several days now, Sergeant John Estes had been locked in Dante's Abyss. The Chief of the 34th Precinct, by order of the local Imperial command, had ordered him here to root out a criminal who had infiltrated the games undercover. The lawman had met an odd collection of Primes, but none seemed to fit the profile he was supposed to be searching for.
”If I come back to Corsucant empty handed, the Chief is gonna eat my balls with his morning beans,” he thought grumpily. In frustration, he kicked at a discarded Pepsi can, causing it to clatter loudly at the base of the stage.
~~shuffle, shuffle~~
Mad Bull instinctively reached for his sidearm and roused himself to attention. He had heard something nearby… the question was only who… Or what!
Quote: Mad Bull moves from C21 to C18