Well, at least it's some where

[The Rogue]

I feel....cold rush over me as I pass through the portal, 'Damn that cold!, I think to myself.

After what feels like a few days to me I finally get through the portal, "Well that only took forever, O thee mous deus!", I say as I look at the sprawling city. My jaw drops as I try to take everything in. "Quid est this place?" I say aloud as I drift on my hover bike down the main road.

I look around and see a lot of troops 'Man is there some where I can escape the fricking military? Plus they seem like secondaries, I don't want them hurt.... ' I say thinking of the three I met right outside the gate. 'Hopefully all are like them...'

[Asriel Dreemurr]

After he parked his car, the doll walked to a nearby bench directly located in the front of a music store. He recently upgraded his Popit so it would have internet access.

The Sackperson selected the globe tab, navigated to a Dataverse message board and asked a few questions.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

The doll thought to himself, It’s weird that no one knows that much about Omni. But, it seems like he’s gonna keep us here forever. Someone needs to fight him.

He also found out about The Omniverse Institute, and he was ready to join the assault on Volvagia. He fought the Negativitron and lived. He could do this.

CRASH! The glass shattered and out came a Secondary human thief wearing a domino mask and a black T-Shirt. He was carrying a bag filled probably with either money or CDs. Just as Sackboy was about to blast the thief with cake and leave him for the authorities, two more Stormtroopers rushed up to the thief from Sackboy’s left and blasted a hole right through him. The thief fell dead on the spot.

Sackboy was disgusted. They didn’t even give him a fair trial!, he thought to himself. A thought came to him: Under all of the beauty of the high-tech city, the authorities are corrupt. I must join the rebellion against the rulers of Coruscant as well.

SPLAT! One of the stormtroopers’ helmets was splatted with cake. He craned his head around to look at an angry burlap doll.

“What the?! Shoot it!”

The Stormtroopers shot at Sackboy with their lasers.

PEW! PEW!

The doll jumped, ducked and weaved to evade the lasers: Stormtroopers are horrible marksmen. The lasers that did get close to him were reflected with his Bounce Pad Shield right back at the Stormtroopers, killing them.

Whew! Good thing I had my shield. Suppose I gotta get out of here now.

When the doll got his car, he drove as fast as he could, 80 mph. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw Stormtroopers riding hoverbikes.

AAH! I gotta get out of this crazy town now!

The shots all missed, due to the infamous Stormtrooper syndrome, but there were two blockades on the fork’s roads.

Oh no! When I regenerate, I’m in jail for sure!

[The Rogue]

As he drifts on Trimererra he looks up and sees the gleaming skyscrapers, “Mou Dethee,” he says under his breath. He quickly flints from looking at one building to another, and then a ghost like city overlays his view of Courscant.

In front of Connor appears a tall and deeply tanned middle aged man. He is riding on a hoverbike similar to Connor’s, except it is in a Harley Davidson style.
”Connor, I want you front and center!” bellows the man. “Okay dad,” Connor responds and rotates the throttle back in order to catch up, “Is your team ready?” his dad asks.
“Why don't you ask them yourself?” a girl with red hair pops up behind him and asks the older man, “Sorry Brooke….” he mumbles. Connor laughs “Yeah Reid and Yolanda are already there and are setting up.”, “Good”....

A car careens into view, interrupting Connor’s day dream. “Whoa!”, he yells out in surprise as he tried to swerve out of the way. The two vehicles connect,sending Connor flying a few feet. “Ooof!”

Connor hears the sound of his body making contact with the pavement as he skids a bit. “Now that hurt…” Connor groans as he starts to sit up.
Connor finally sits up and walks over to Trimererra. He picks up the wrecked hoverbike and drifts it over to the sidewalk.
‘Hmmm, maybe I should walk for now…’ he thinks to himself

"O,h are you okay?" He asks the vague humanoid shape in the midst of the wreckage

[Storyteller]

"We have a situation here." The Stormtrooper leading the chase said calmly into his comms unit. He had taken a few token potshots at the fleeing little burlap creep, but a quick swerve around a corner and out of the way of several other vehicles and bystanders threw his aim off significantly. "Damn..." he grumbled, clipping his sidearm back to his belt.

"We read you." The voice of the local EPD dispatcher came through over his comm, faint static crackling over the line. "Nature of the disturbance?"

"Two officer casualties from an unprovoked assault. Responded to a break-in and dealt with the suspect, attacked from behind with.... I can't believe what I saw, but cake. Target is an unidentified individual composed of what looks to be..." He cursed under his breath. "...looks to be burlap. Likelihood of being a Prime is high. Currently fleeing from the scene. In pursuit now. Requesting backup on standby if things get out of control."

"We have eyes on you and are tracking the situation. Backup is being prepared and en-route to close response distance. The remainder of your unit is en route to the scene and will be there in T-minus three."

"Roger that." He looked over one shoulder at two other Stormtroopers, and with a single gesture, received a confirming nod in response. "Let's bag this bag, boys."

In a matter of moments, the leader of the three-man squad swerved to a halt a dozen paces away from the wreckage of collided vehicles. Dismounting his speederbike, he drew his trusty EE-11 blaster from his belt. A single click and the weapon was ready to fire, and he brought it up and had it trained on Sackboy, slowly advancing to only a handful of paces from the crash site. "Empire Peace Division. You." He gestured at the burlap creature with his rifle. "You are under arrest for assault and murder of Empire soldiers. Comply and face charges, or we will fire." The click-clack of his associates' rifles being reading resounded a pace behind and at either side of him.

One of them indicated Connor. "Back away from the scene and stay out of this, Prime, if you don't want to get involved."

Sackboy
You have two options available to you.

You have choose to comply with the arrest, or you may choose to resist arrest.

Connor Hound
You have the option of remaining uninvolved, or involving yourself if you so choose. Just be aware that you will face similar consequences to Sackboy if you become involved.

[The Rogue]

He looks at the Stormtroopers, their white armor gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes widening as he realizes that they are pointing their guns at him.

“Errrr, hello sirs, maybe madams, I will comply, but can I get my bike so I can desummon it in a quiet place?” He ask in a quite awkward way. He takes a few steps to his bike while looking at them. After a few minutes of awkward silence he pipes up “Oh and do you happen to Clark, Nelson, and Roberts? I think they are still on Gate duty…..”

[Asriel Dreemurr]

The doll looked around him. Stormtroopers everywhere with laser blasters. If they killed him if he tried to escape, wherever he'd regenerate, someone would find and report him to the Empire. Sackboy saw no way out and was in worse odds than when he took on the Negativitron.

Sackboy raised his arms up in surrender and spelled out on his text bubble, "I was careless. I will come with you."

[Storyteller]

The stormtrooper that had addressed Connor just let out a huff of what might have been annoyance. "Your cooperation is appreciated, Prime." He gestured with his rifle for him to get a move on. "Move your bike aside if you need to, just don't make any sudden moves." A brief pause as he looked back at Sackboy, then spoke up towards Connor again. "We'd like you to remain nearby for a few questions after this is over with."

The lead stormtrooper didn't even lower his rifle at the burlap chap's surrender, but did look somewhat relieved. They almost never surrendered straight away. But he just lifted his left hand and indicated his fellow to move forward. "Your compliance will be remembered in assigning you an appropriate sentence."

The leftmost trooper in the ground lowered her rifle slightly, advancing forward and producing a pair of inhibitor cuffs from her belt. The rifle was clipped back onto her belt, and in a well-practiced maneuver the cuffs were locked around Sackboy's wrists. Not quite tight enough to be painful, but enough that they weren't coming off any time soon.

It was only then that the remaining two lowered their blasters, but kept them in-hand and at the ready. Lifting one hand to his helmet to switch on his comms, the one in charge said simply, "This is Corporal Anderson, reporting. Subject apprehended. Requesting detention vehicle for transport to detainment facility."

"We hear you, Corporal. En-route, arriving in t minus five minutes."

"Roger that." Anderson turned his helmeted gaze back to Sackboy. "Nothing smart in the next few minutes, Prime, and you might get off with just a few little jobs for the Empire to work off your sentence."

Approaching Connor, the one who had been speaking to him spoke again, more quietly this time. "Just for our records: you're not affiliated with that thing..." A vague wave of the hand indicated Sackboy. "...are you?"

[The Rogue]

He nods and starts to pull his bike from the wreckage. As he tugs people can hear the scrape of metal against concrete.

“Errrr, no I don't, although he does remind me of a video game my dad played…...nevermind”, Connor flashes a smile to the people in white armor and then goes back to trying to get his bike at least to the side walk. Once he did so, the Containment vehicle barely arrived and he turned to the officers.

“Can I post bail for him, or at least share the workload?”, he asks, feeling heavy pity and guilt for the little guy’s capture.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Sackboy then spelled out in his text bubble, "What kind of jobs?"

[Storyteller]

Anderson glanced from Sackboy to the text displayed by his strange little contraption. If it wasn't his only means of communication, he'd have been sorely tempted to see about confiscating or disabling it in some way. Who knows what else it could do. Primes and their crazy toys...

"Enough to make up for the damage and disturbance you caused. Using your Omni-given abilities to work with Omnilium and repair some damage incidents like the one you butted in can cause, maybe apprehend some other troublemakers who managed to escape. Or maybe you'll just get to sit quietly in a stasis-locked detention cell for a while. All depends on how cranky the guy making the official ruling is today." He shrugged, letting that statement hang in the air.

In short order, a containment shuttle made its entry onto the scene. It swerved chaotically around the wreckage of the thankfully injury-free collision and settled down half a dozen paces away with a backwash of unpleasantly-warm air. The ramp lowered with a swift clang. and Anderson motioned for Sackboy to get a move on. "In you go. Let's get moving and get this over with."

The stormtrooper who had been speaking to Connor fixed the max with a quizzical look under his helmet. "Dunno why you'd want to help him out," he said, shrugging his shoulders to show his confusion. "I don't know the protocol on that. You're welcome to head to the station and ask about it there. Maybe someone higher up the chain of command'll have an answer." He turned around and strode swiftly back to his own bike. "Stay safe and out of trouble for now." He gave a sharp nod and fired up the engines of his speeder bike, and with a swift 180 sped off without another word, vanishing around a corner. The third trooper on the scene likewise departed.

Sackboy
You're free to continue to the detention center and roleplay out receiving and fulfilling your sentence. If you need or want help and ideas on what that should be, feel free to ask!

[The Rogue]

Connor, instead of desummoning his bike, repairs it by using globs of Omnimilum. He stays relatively near the Containment vehicle.

"Meh, I kinda got him caught, so I wanna help out", he says to the trooper as him and his crew speed off. He whistles and starts to sweat a little as he continues to repair Trimererra. He turns to the burlap doll, "Hey what's your name?"

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Once again, Sackboy opened his Popit, a blue box over his head connected to his arm by a blue string. He said, "My name is Sackboy."

[The Rogue]

"Okay, that makes sense," Connor nods his head a bit and finally finishes the repairs.

"That wasn't so bad. Oh and my name is Connor", he smiles and checks Trimererra, "Okay everything seems in order.....", he says under his breath.

He looks back to Sackboy "Oh yeah, just incase I can't bail you out," he presses his thumb to his middle finger and a holo-screen appeared, displaying his E-mail

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Sackboy spelled out on his text bubble, "Goodbye, Connor." He walked to the inside of the gray containment shuttle, which looked rather like a Starspeeder 3000, but naturally the doll didn't know that.