Fresh Meat (Part 1)
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Fresh Meat (Part 1)
Lera Orlosky scanned the data-slate, slammed it down on the table, and leaned back in her seat. "Why do I got to deal with the fuckin' kid? He's a failure. Too short, too slow. Didn't pass the test, end of."
"The physical examination, yes..." Chief Crissinger calmly said "But he 'aced' the written examination. He knows the law, and I think he's got it in him to account it."
"Great, then. Make him a judge, he'll do just fine there."
Crissinger sighed and stood. The man was a legend in his own right, but thirty six years on the streets had taken their toll. His hair had greyed to a salt-and-pepper mix, his skin leathery and scarred. It was no wonder they called him Grox. "Look, Lera... The kid's too old and too crap for progenium training. The Arbites have already refused him, four times-"
"He's crap, you said it! The arbites don't want him why should we?"
"Why shouldn't we? We're running out of men. Every day, we loose a guy to a ganger, or a mutant, or a riot. The Arbites aren't pulling their weight and without more men it's not long before we're facing fucking wall to wall riots in here. I'm talking multi-strata shit, not the kind you get in fuckin' mech sec when they run out of oil, I'm talking the lower levels coming up with crowbars and autoguns. The kid might be shit, he might die first assignment, sure, but it'll mean some other cop didn't."
"What if I get shot to shit trying to cover his ass? Hmm? What then?"
"You won't. The kid failed the exam cause he's a short-ass, not cause he's dumb."
Lera sighed, and pulled out an iho stick. "You're not gonna budge on this, are you?"
"No."
She lit it, took a drag, and blew out the smoke in his face "Fuck you chief."
"Yeah, fuck you too. Go get suited up. Kid's waiting for you in the courtyard."
Lera trudged down to the locker room, punched in her code and flung her locker open. She stripped off her shirt, and quickly put on her flak jacket and her webbing and laspistol holster. She paused for a second before putting on her helmet, and sighed, staring at her reflection in the grimy mirror of her locker. She was quite the looker once, with long blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. Now her hair was short cut, dirtied with streaks of brown, her eyes heavy with tiredness and experience. Her figure, once lithe and slim, was now thick with muscle, and covered in poorly healed scars. She grinned at her reflection and put on her helmet. Even if she had to drag around some washed up rookie, he wasn't gonna take her with him. Not her.
She strolled down the stairs and into the courtyard, where a short, scrawny, black haired little twig was throwing rocks at one of the concrete walls.
"You the rookie kid?" She asked, strolling up to him.
"Yeah." He said, looking her up and down, visibly stiffening up with fear.
"Calm down kid." She said, sighing "You got a gun?"
"Yeah." He said, pulling out an auto pistol. He coked it back, holding the working parts to the rear so she could see it was unloaded and safe, before handing it over.
"Good protocol... And a nicely cleaned weapon." She said, inspecting it before handing it back. "Alright kid, we're going on a routine patrol, just me and you. Anything suspicious, anything illegal, it's up to you to deal with. I'm just backup. Understand?"
"Yeah." He said, a mixture of nervousness and excitement visible among his features.
"That all you say, kid?" She asked. He grinned back at her and simply said:
"Yeah."
"The physical examination, yes..." Chief Crissinger calmly said "But he 'aced' the written examination. He knows the law, and I think he's got it in him to account it."
"Great, then. Make him a judge, he'll do just fine there."
Crissinger sighed and stood. The man was a legend in his own right, but thirty six years on the streets had taken their toll. His hair had greyed to a salt-and-pepper mix, his skin leathery and scarred. It was no wonder they called him Grox. "Look, Lera... The kid's too old and too crap for progenium training. The Arbites have already refused him, four times-"
"He's crap, you said it! The arbites don't want him why should we?"
"Why shouldn't we? We're running out of men. Every day, we loose a guy to a ganger, or a mutant, or a riot. The Arbites aren't pulling their weight and without more men it's not long before we're facing fucking wall to wall riots in here. I'm talking multi-strata shit, not the kind you get in fuckin' mech sec when they run out of oil, I'm talking the lower levels coming up with crowbars and autoguns. The kid might be shit, he might die first assignment, sure, but it'll mean some other cop didn't."
"What if I get shot to shit trying to cover his ass? Hmm? What then?"
"You won't. The kid failed the exam cause he's a short-ass, not cause he's dumb."
Lera sighed, and pulled out an iho stick. "You're not gonna budge on this, are you?"
"No."
She lit it, took a drag, and blew out the smoke in his face "Fuck you chief."
"Yeah, fuck you too. Go get suited up. Kid's waiting for you in the courtyard."
Lera trudged down to the locker room, punched in her code and flung her locker open. She stripped off her shirt, and quickly put on her flak jacket and her webbing and laspistol holster. She paused for a second before putting on her helmet, and sighed, staring at her reflection in the grimy mirror of her locker. She was quite the looker once, with long blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. Now her hair was short cut, dirtied with streaks of brown, her eyes heavy with tiredness and experience. Her figure, once lithe and slim, was now thick with muscle, and covered in poorly healed scars. She grinned at her reflection and put on her helmet. Even if she had to drag around some washed up rookie, he wasn't gonna take her with him. Not her.
She strolled down the stairs and into the courtyard, where a short, scrawny, black haired little twig was throwing rocks at one of the concrete walls.
"You the rookie kid?" She asked, strolling up to him.
"Yeah." He said, looking her up and down, visibly stiffening up with fear.
"Calm down kid." She said, sighing "You got a gun?"
"Yeah." He said, pulling out an auto pistol. He coked it back, holding the working parts to the rear so she could see it was unloaded and safe, before handing it over.
"Good protocol... And a nicely cleaned weapon." She said, inspecting it before handing it back. "Alright kid, we're going on a routine patrol, just me and you. Anything suspicious, anything illegal, it's up to you to deal with. I'm just backup. Understand?"
"Yeah." He said, a mixture of nervousness and excitement visible among his features.
"That all you say, kid?" She asked. He grinned back at her and simply said:
"Yeah."
Falco Sanders- Posts : 157
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Re: Fresh Meat (Part 1)
This certainly promises to be a nice read. I like the rookie.
Looking forward to more.
Looking forward to more.
senera2000- Posts : 255
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