Disclaimer: I do not own Outlaw Star only the drabbles in this fanfiction
When I first watched Outlaw Star it was the same feeling for me when I watched Rahxephon. I don't think it has anything to do with their dates because Outlaw star was made in the 1990s while Rahxephon was made in the 21st century. I knew an OC story by itself wouldn't be a good pay off to taking my time watching the series so maybe drabbles would be better suited for it.
A young officer was listening to a person interrogating an outlaw in silence because the radio that helped people behind the glass hearing what the suspect was saying was turned off. The police officers name is Patrick SuddenTwinkle. He was twenty-seven years old because his training, school, and education took eight years when he was nineteen to get to where he was right now. He wore a white shirt with black shoulder guards and a badge with a yellow shield on it. His shoes were blue, the color an officer wears to let people know they better watch their manners, turn off any communication device when driving, and to not take drugs when they are around. He was bald with orange looking brown hair of small weed length sticking from his head.
Patrick worked his hardest to be a good rookie cop. He actually was the one who brought the suspect and was scorned by his chief for not informing the officers on the case Buggy and Brandon of the suspect's whereabouts. He knew it was better to apologize later than to ask for permission now, at least it works if you're not a rookie cop who has to put your job above others because you look for morons with guns and dangerous cyborgs with at least a two thousand wong bounty.
Enough could be said about Patrick but for now he focused on how the perps hand looked red and every twelve seconds he looked like a bird squeezing a seed. His boss in there was a fifty-four-year-old woman with four kids, a husband who was selling insurance after retiring from a job she says is "none-of-your-business", wearing a badge with more medals and hands with fingerless gloves.
"We believe a group of pirates were responsible for the death of a judge who last year had your brother executed with a witness being a Ctara-Ctara girl named Plisa. Two weeks ago, the judge had his throat slit in the streets of the most poorly working street in Blue Heaven and two fellow officers arrived scaring someone off from killing Plisa. We found the weapon in a trash can outside your apartment with your finger marks on the weapon. You have nothing you can say to argue your case and you can't run away from us. Spill the beans now and maybe I can give you a fair judge—"
"Screw you and your judge. The last judge I saw killed my brother." The suspect said begrudgingly.
"It wasn't the judge's halt. Your brother was a pirate of a group that attacked a gentle alien family they killed trying to rob a bar. To the judge those who live taking lives will have their lives taken by someone eventually. Maybe we won't send you to that prison planet that has a gravity of three times the gravity or maybe you'll just be shot in the stomach, the most painful spot to be shot in."
Patrick thought outlaws only killed to defend themselves like Gene Starwind does every time he goes on a mission that is more complicated than the customer says it is. Patrick did some research of Gene Starwind and his four crew members because they found the Galactic Leyline.
After that grand adventure, Gene and his crew made it big. When he decided to settle down and get married to a biological cyborg Patrick thought he was reading a gag newspaper, but Gene truly was married a cyborg. When a playboy settles down it truly is with a strange girl.
Patrick was someone who couldn't talk big about his life with women because he was a virgin and someone with no skills talking to women. He was the opposite of a Gary Stu, a chick repellent to all women whether they were human, alien, or even wizards.
Suddenly, the prisoner fired three black projectiles from his fingers at Patrick's boss. Patrick felt sorry…for the outlaw in there. He was about to make a fool of himself and shame an outlaw's name by going down easy. She pressed hard on her shoulder pad making a strange ray hit the outlaw. At first nothing happened when the ray came. He looked at her startled when his hands changed into bluish scaly hands with three stubby fingers.
He crying about the hands so loud he didn't notice Patrick's boss pulling out a glock and whacking him on the head with it. He got off easy, the last person who made an attack in a police station lost two toes. After knocking him out she walked out of the door with Patrick walking out to try and have a conversation with her.
"This case is shut now chief. All that's left is to see how his trial goes." Patrick said.
"I considered a real trial until I realized that was a decision an asshat would make, especially when this one is an outlaw. Your job rookie is to patrol the area where the Ctara-Ctara girl Plisa is and keep an eye on her until we send him to the gallows, prison where anyone who steps out of line is fed to hybrids."
Patrick didn't know it yet but a simple job of looking after a Ctara-Ctara would turn into a meeting of famous outlaws, put him in constant danger where he would have scars to show for it, and bloom a strange romance between another species the Ctara-Ctara.