cWinds of Fate.../c
cBy Sabre 220/c
**Disclaimer: If you havent gotten the idea by now dont bother. But basically I own nothing related to Bloody Roar aside from my respective characters. No concepts, games, rights. anything.
**Author's Notes: Well here we go. Ch 6.
Chapter 6: Reunited but seperated.
Uriko sighed, lunch time and no calls for her. Well there had been that Tylon ambush, but the elite unit was dispatched for that. She got up from her desk and grabbed her coat, heading down to the garage. Time for patrols with Johnson. She found him already behind the wheel in their squad car. She climbed into the passenger side and strapped herself in.
"More boring patrols?"
"You got it. Breaking up disputes and ticketing speeders." Johnson answered. "Lunch first?"
"Later..."
Johnson shrugged and pulled out of the garage. The squad car stood out, with it's midnight black and ocea blue paint scheme. Johnson navigated their way too Conflict city, they passed another squad car on their way. Along the way they saw nothing much, kids playing, adults working, teens doing chores or having fun. Whatever seemed to be happening at the time. Then the radio came to life.
"All unit's report to Ciril's cafe on 17th. We have an incident, we may have someone from the earlier Tylon ambush." The radio announced. Johnson looked out the window and gunned the car. Swinging around corners with the lights and sirens blaring they arrived first on scene. There was a black bike with heavily faded Tylon logo and a black suited biker confronting a mass of teens and adults. Uriko got out first, readying her semi auto pistol while Johnson got the shotgun. She quickly closed the gap.
"What's going on here?" She demanded. One of the teens stepped forward.
"Look I may not like zoanthropes but I won't stand for a Tylon being in my neighbourhood."
"It's a fucking decal already. I quit years ago." The rider countered.
"THEN TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN HELMET!" One of the group shouted back.
"Look whoever you are. It doesn't matter, just show some ID, take off your helmet and don't cause trouble." Uriko ordered.
"FREAK!" Another voice shouted. "Damn hoar get the hell out of here!" Uriko could see that really offended the rider, from the physique it was obviously a she. She stepped forward ready for a fight.
"Hey!" Uriko countered stepping in the way. "Don't aggravate." The rider paid no heed and shoved Uriko out of the way cutting through the group, shoving people out of the way until she came up to a teenage boy, scrawny noticeable features.
"Care to say that again?" She growled.
"Get out of here you freak." The boy answered. The rider punched him and sent him flying into a wall easily five feet away, bleeding. The rest of the mob tackled her. Uriko and Johnson tried to reset order but it only came about five minutes later when she had thinned out the mob and was practically covered in blood. She stood above the mod, covered but still standing.
"PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!" Johnson shouted cocking the shotgun. She turned on her heels and laughed. Johnson aimed at her knee and pulled the trigger. The rubber bullet hit it's mark but the rider didn't seem fazed. "Shit it's you from Orion's labs!" He remarked. Dropping his shotgun out of fear. The rider pulled off her helmet, revealing her short crimson hair and silver eyes, her face had a few scars but was still recognizeable to Uriko.
"KONAI!?!?" She asked in disbelief.
"Somewhat..." She growled back looking to all of the groaning mobbees. "As for your friend. Tell him not to shoot me again." She added before returning to her bike and straddling it.
"You can't leave." Uriko ordered.
"Watch me. I ran away eight years ago. Broke promises why should now be any different?"
"Because now you are under arrest." Uriko answered. "Johnson give me a hand cuffing her."
"You really want to test me?" Konai asked getting off her bike.
"Just come willingly and everything will be alright."
"Yeah I doubt that. I've been back home. Still a hell hole. As is everything else. Life's gone to shit Riko. I've come to live with Mirelle for comfort. So don't bother getting close." Konai warned.
"You are still under arrest for assault and battery." Johnson barked, pulling out his pair of handcuffs.
"So what happens if I go peacefully?"
"It's much more pleasant." Uriko answered, secretly readying her stun baton.
**A.N.: Well what do you think? I could use outside input.
cBy Sabre 220/c
**Disclaimer: If you havent gotten the idea by now dont bother. But basically I own nothing related to Bloody Roar aside from my respective characters. No concepts, games, rights. anything.
**Author's Notes: Well here we go. Ch 6.
Chapter 6: Reunited but seperated.
Uriko sighed, lunch time and no calls for her. Well there had been that Tylon ambush, but the elite unit was dispatched for that. She got up from her desk and grabbed her coat, heading down to the garage. Time for patrols with Johnson. She found him already behind the wheel in their squad car. She climbed into the passenger side and strapped herself in.
"More boring patrols?"
"You got it. Breaking up disputes and ticketing speeders." Johnson answered. "Lunch first?"
"Later..."
Johnson shrugged and pulled out of the garage. The squad car stood out, with it's midnight black and ocea blue paint scheme. Johnson navigated their way too Conflict city, they passed another squad car on their way. Along the way they saw nothing much, kids playing, adults working, teens doing chores or having fun. Whatever seemed to be happening at the time. Then the radio came to life.
"All unit's report to Ciril's cafe on 17th. We have an incident, we may have someone from the earlier Tylon ambush." The radio announced. Johnson looked out the window and gunned the car. Swinging around corners with the lights and sirens blaring they arrived first on scene. There was a black bike with heavily faded Tylon logo and a black suited biker confronting a mass of teens and adults. Uriko got out first, readying her semi auto pistol while Johnson got the shotgun. She quickly closed the gap.
"What's going on here?" She demanded. One of the teens stepped forward.
"Look I may not like zoanthropes but I won't stand for a Tylon being in my neighbourhood."
"It's a fucking decal already. I quit years ago." The rider countered.
"THEN TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN HELMET!" One of the group shouted back.
"Look whoever you are. It doesn't matter, just show some ID, take off your helmet and don't cause trouble." Uriko ordered.
"FREAK!" Another voice shouted. "Damn hoar get the hell out of here!" Uriko could see that really offended the rider, from the physique it was obviously a she. She stepped forward ready for a fight.
"Hey!" Uriko countered stepping in the way. "Don't aggravate." The rider paid no heed and shoved Uriko out of the way cutting through the group, shoving people out of the way until she came up to a teenage boy, scrawny noticeable features.
"Care to say that again?" She growled.
"Get out of here you freak." The boy answered. The rider punched him and sent him flying into a wall easily five feet away, bleeding. The rest of the mob tackled her. Uriko and Johnson tried to reset order but it only came about five minutes later when she had thinned out the mob and was practically covered in blood. She stood above the mod, covered but still standing.
"PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!" Johnson shouted cocking the shotgun. She turned on her heels and laughed. Johnson aimed at her knee and pulled the trigger. The rubber bullet hit it's mark but the rider didn't seem fazed. "Shit it's you from Orion's labs!" He remarked. Dropping his shotgun out of fear. The rider pulled off her helmet, revealing her short crimson hair and silver eyes, her face had a few scars but was still recognizeable to Uriko.
"KONAI!?!?" She asked in disbelief.
"Somewhat..." She growled back looking to all of the groaning mobbees. "As for your friend. Tell him not to shoot me again." She added before returning to her bike and straddling it.
"You can't leave." Uriko ordered.
"Watch me. I ran away eight years ago. Broke promises why should now be any different?"
"Because now you are under arrest." Uriko answered. "Johnson give me a hand cuffing her."
"You really want to test me?" Konai asked getting off her bike.
"Just come willingly and everything will be alright."
"Yeah I doubt that. I've been back home. Still a hell hole. As is everything else. Life's gone to shit Riko. I've come to live with Mirelle for comfort. So don't bother getting close." Konai warned.
"You are still under arrest for assault and battery." Johnson barked, pulling out his pair of handcuffs.
"So what happens if I go peacefully?"
"It's much more pleasant." Uriko answered, secretly readying her stun baton.
**A.N.: Well what do you think? I could use outside input.