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Post by JamesG » Sat Dec 26, 2009 2:03 am

Chase was presented with another surprise, as a strange list filled his vision, all under something called 'InterWorld Law'. Chase had never heard of such a thing, nor had anyone on the Edwinish continent, or indeed the planet, save the foreigners themselves. Chase saw that they were just about ready to go, and slowly walked over, frowning as he read through the list. He reached Deen at the cruiser, once the fur had finished tampering with the motorbike, and decided to ask him about it. "Er, Mr. Deen? Whilst I know that this new device you have given me will shortly be confiscated by Headquarters, I must know what all... this is. It seems to be devising invalidations for your... numerous charges, but none of these are recognised by Edwinish law. There's no such thing as a BloodLine ID, or ZenPho Charter or a Nism. Wait." The hyena suddenly clicked. "Is that you? You call yourselves Nism... Nisms?" Chase did not quite know if that was the right plural. He was not very good when dealing with Edwinish grammar.

Chase was pleased with this revelation, but he could not ignore the charges. "Well, I'm sorry Deen, but none of these arguments are valid under Edwinish Law. It's likely that you will be made to confess that all of this is true. Now, if we might get going? Inspector Greaves will want us back as soon as possible." Chase opened the back door to the vehicle, and gestured for them to enter. Greaves lent forward on his seat, and stuck a finger at the camera. "Wait, Killarney! That Tim Wulffe guy is going with you. That motorbike is to be confiscated." Chase nodded, and motioned at Tim. "Come along, sir, there'll be room for you if the child sits on someone's lap. Hold on, you're carrying a gun, aren't you? Just... wait a moment, please" Meanwhile, four policeman were lifting two pieces of heavy machinery out of the back of the truck. They knew from Chase's earlier scrap with Tim that he was armed, and this time he would not be allowed to keep it.

The Confiscators were not usually part of the policeman's arsenal, but they had been brought along for this 'special' occasion. They each looked like a pair of rifles nearly as tall as the two policemen carrying them. One Confiscator team lugged their machine over to the motorbike, and activated it. There were two spikes at the end of its barrel, in place of a usual muzzle, which began sparking. The policeman with the controls pressed a green button, and two rays of blue energy, so bright it was not possible to look at it directly, struck the motorbike. The bike did not move, but the Confiscator team lifted the machine's muzzle, and the bike lifted effortlessly off the ground. They trudged back to the truck, and stuck the bike in a metal box, and closed the lid. Meanwhile the other pair had approached Tim, and leveled the spikes at him menacingly. "Sir, if you would put your paws on your head." one of them said. The other activated the machine, which began sparking. It internal AI then spoke aloud in a monotone voice. "Unauthorised weapon detected. Locked." If the police were to trigger the Confiscator right then, it would rip the gun right out of the holster. That could potentially be dangerous, so they waited for Tim to comply.
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Post by materwolf » Sat Dec 26, 2009 2:28 am

Tim had given his word to comply. He placed his paws on his head, and just watched as his motorcycle was loaded. He looked at the officers and smiled weakly, "Try not to scratch it. It's a 1947." He said, knowing in all liklyhood he'd never see the bike again. He waited till the officers removed his revolver and got in the cruiser without complaint. Once inside he offered to hold little Honalee in his arms. The cruiser was a tight fit, but true to his promise to the inspector he kept quiet. He felt strangly at peace. he knew they were all headed for some unpleasentness at the station, but he couldn't remember feeling this relaxed.
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Post by Roose Hurro » Sat Dec 26, 2009 3:35 am

Ahhh, a question.........

A look that could only be love, directed at mate and daughter... then Deen turned his attentions towards Tim, a slight pause on his way to the cruiser. As always, a grin freely given...

... "They do whatever I want them to do, really... as a traveler myself, I thought a fellow traveler could use a machine able to take him anywhere, without worry of fuel or breakdown or theft. Your machine is now able to travel as far as you wish, without fail. No one else can ride it... without your permission."

Of course, when the "Confiscators" moved the bike, it was still in the middle of configuring itself... protected, yes, but not fully active. That is, until it had already been sealed away on the truck. An unheard weeep of question, Deen tapping the okay on his temple's Bit, as well as Mister Wolffe's biocode. Fully active, but with instructions to remain quiet, the bike remained where it was, and took no security actions. Allowed itself to be moved, as it played possum.

Unfortunately, Deen could do nothing about Tim's gun, but at least no harm came, so Deen continued with his family to the cruiser...

... only to have Sergent Killarney again show interest in continuing communication, in expanding his understanding (please excuse the rhyme). So...

... Deen saw to it his family slipped into the cruiser and settled in comfortably, at the Sergent's urging. Then, he gave Killarney his full attentions...

... "Yes, we're Nism, a name given to our species by our Creators, back when the First Thousand Pairings were created." A gesture at the Sergent's Bit... "And no, confiscation won't be possible... but I will remove it, if you wish, soon as we get where we're going. I really couldn't just leave you helpless under the field. Never intended it to be anything permanent. And... we'll figure out all the legal complications once we arrive, as well." A pat to Killarney's shoulder, before he followed Tim into the cruiser. Much as Deen may have wanted to snuggle, he thought it best that Mister Wolffe had both his left and his right protected. Just in case. As for his offer to hold Honalee? Well, Thoee could not refuse such an offer, for now. Once she awoke, Honalee would most likely want to nurse... until then, Thoee relaxed, a warm smile for Tim, and a lick to his cheek in thanks for his offer.

Deen?

He made sure his long tail was tucked in and clear, before the door closed. Mane ruffled, grin just a smile now, he felt some thanks for his slender build... his mate's slender build, as well... given Mister Wolffe was the biggest person in the back seat...

... "I take it you've raised kids...?"

Deen couldn't help but notice how well Tim handled his sleeping daughter.........


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Post by JamesG » Sat Dec 26, 2009 4:23 am

As soon as Tim's paws were on his head, one of the officers carefully opened the holster, and reached for the green button. The beams pulled the weapon out of its casing, and the team returned it to the same box as the bike, and locked it up. Forensics would probably take a look at both items, determine if any further infractions or such information could be gleaned from them, then they would most likely be destroyed. Considering that Tim was now an Unperson, his belongings, wherever they were on the Edwinish continent, would be systematically vapourised. Already police teams had been notified of the citizen's Unperson status, and all of Tim's assets on the continent were quickly being converged on by the Department of Safety. This was routine in dealing with Unpersons. Tim's property would be destroyed, and any address put up for sale with no mention of a former owner, or if the Department of Safety felt in the mood, they would ring a demolition company to bulldoze it.

The little convoy was nearly ready. Greaves instructed the helicopters to escort the cruiser back to Nottingham's HQ. The truck would follow behind. The sheriff on the bike left with the three bewildered bulldozer mech drivers, whom would soon forget the incident, as all good Citizens did. The blockade was being lifted, and Killarney's cruiser was to be in the centre of a procession of police vehicles all headed back home. It was also because the Party was now actively determined not to allow the foreigners to leave. They were confident that nobody would escape the Department of Safety once entering. Chase himself listened to Deen's explanation. Some of it went completely over the head of the down-to-Feila Sergeant, but he nodded politely, and closed the door after Deen.

Chase then got into his compartment, which was sealed off from the back. However, he could still hear any conversation going. He turned the ignition, the key still in the slot, and the vehicle powered up. He sealed the doors, and waited for the other cruisers to radio that they were ready. In a few seconds, they were ready, and drove on, the stealth helicopters turning off their spotlights, and shadowing the convoy overhead. Chase was lost in his thoughts as he drove, wondering about Nisms, and the device stuck to his head. He decided that Deen was a little too innocent in his presumption that it would not be confiscated. The Party would have it off if they had to surgically remove the skin it was attached to. The hyena winced at the thought.

Some time later, they were passing through the suburbs of the outer areas of the huge sprawl of Old Nottingham, the capital city, a huge, complex piece of work that stretched itself out over the landscape. Chase turned on his intercom within the car, and said to the passengers, "There's the Party Towers." he pointed out of the window. Through the night, he could see the dull blue-white fluorescent glow of the many lights still on in the five huge towers that stood at the centre of the city. They were tall, imposing structures of dark colours, surrounded by a huge wall. The convoy passed without incident into the Lock, the first serious security check of the Party. They entered a large enclosed room of the same dark material, big enough for the whole convoy, except the helicopters, which departed. This is where the truck carrying Tim's motorbike was escorted away after a scan detected the Omni Bits. The scan also sounded an alarm when it passed over Chase's cruiser, anda red strobe briefly flashed across the Lock, as the room was called. Two more Confiscator teams quickly moved to the vehicle, and informed Chase over the radio that they had to remove Deen's belongings. He nodded, and said over the intercom. "OK, stay calm, Mr. Deen. They're just here to take your box."

The team closest to Deen's door waited for Chase to unseal it, then quickly activated the Confiscator, and opened the sdoor, probing the sparking nodes on the end of the device into the vehicle. He pressed the button, and the energy beams caught hold of Deen's case. The team carefully maneouvred it out of the vehicle, closed the door, Chase being careful to seal it, and moved the box away, out of sight of the convoy. With that issue dealt with, the vehicles were allowed to proceed. They took a sloping road down into the basement of the thick base of the tower of the Department of Safety, where Chase parked, and got out of the vehicle. He had pulled up next to the lift, where more police stood on either side, each holding the more powerful desintegration lance rifle against his shoulder. The cruiser's door nearest the lift unsealed, and Chase opened it quickly. "All right. We're taking the lift. " Chase knew where the lift would take them. Firstly, Interrogation. This was another Party euphemism. Interrogation mostly involved convincing the Unpersons to confess crimes. Chase was not a trained Interrogator, so he would not be doing it personally, but Greaves knew that the hyena seemed to be able to convince the foreigners to co-operate, so he would let Sergeant Killarney escort them, at least. The basement itself had various police cruisers already in it, the walls themselves built of the same austere material. In fact, the whole tower had an air of coldness to it, the lighting a cool blue-white fluorescent that hurt the eyes, and there was not sign of any aesthetic appeal to the place at all.

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In The Back Seat, Two...

Post by Roose Hurro » Sat Dec 26, 2009 7:16 am

Deen also couldn't help but take certain precautions, given the circumstances, his remaining concerns, and the possibility he and his family had ended up on one of those fortunately rare Insane worlds... or, at least, hopefully, just an Insane part of an otherwise Sane world. So, while asking his question, he handed Thoee a Bit out of the case, and a smaller Bit for Honalee. With a wordless look, as Tim replied, he prepared another Bit, and pressed it to Tim's temple, in the same fashion as he'd done for the Sergent...

... only this time, the Bit absorbed into the wolf's body, and appeared to disappear. Even to the scanners to come, it would not exist.

Thoee had already equiped herself just like her mate had earlier, while she'd carefully set the smaller bit in place on her daughter as she snoozed in Tim's care, all without waking her up. Now, they were all ready for whatever came, good or bad. And continued to converse.........

......... Some time later, yes, indeed.........

Though the scanning gear may have detected the Omni Bits, it was only because they had no reason to hide. Of course, the Bits Deen had placed on Tim's bike had already integrated with the machine, tied it into the tensor field of this planet... this Reality. As Deen had said, one of the Bits' functions was to protect the vehicle. Secure it from unauthorized use, theft... or damage. There would be no destruction of this particular piece of property! Any more than they'd been able to penetrate the barrier field Deen had set up, earlier. During the incident. Shame, but there was nothing that could be done for the rest of Tim's property, though...

... once the device Deen had left behind had finished its work repairing the Public Thoroughfare, it simply weeeped out of apparent existance. Where did it go? Hmmm.........

Yes, hmmm.

Sergent Killarney's musings? Well, obviously, he didn't understand that Deen, for all outward appearances, was in no way innocent in his presumption. Understandable, given a very sure lack of knowledge, in relation to tensor field physics and Nism technology. Deen had also set a Bit loose in the case... just in case. Which proved to be a good precaution, given the case was Confiscated before they entered the facility proper. So, no need for Killarney to ask Deen to "stay calm"... it wasn't like they'd be able to open the case, or destroy it. Or that he hadn't expected this. Frankly, the tech levels between Nism and Edwinian civilizations... heck, between all of Feila... just weren't even close to comparable. And the Omni Bits were just common Nism tech, at that. Not the most sophisticated, just the most versatile. Still, millions of years beyond what Feila had access to. Difference between a Zippo and a TDSM reactor, at the least. Not that Nism looked down on such differences. They'd just learned to always be prepared, technology or not... though they were, deep inside, just amazing examples of a dead race's final technological achievement, themselves. More than the sum of their parts, to put it in simple terms.

Oh, and Inspector Greaves own musings? His supposed knowledge? Well, to put it bluntly, he'd doublespoken himself into believing something with no basis in fact: Sergent Killarney did NOT "convince the foreigners to co-operate"... they co-operated of their own volition. If a Nism ever decided NOT to co-operate with anyone, well... we shall see, if such ever becomes the case. As it was soon to become evident, any Interrogators involved would be in for the time of their lives... bring buckets to catch the sweat.

Well...

... Thoee and Deen did at least find the "aesthetic appeal" as absent as could be expected. Though Thoee found herself pondering ways to redecorate, as they all moved towards the offered lift.........


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((ooc)) Mater, feel free to answer Deen's question from my last post, and to continue the conversation in whatever direction Tim may take it... I'll respond in my next post, then we can deal with other aspects of the passage of time, a little catch-up to our entering the lift. Or we can PM the various details a bit, to do it all in one go. JamesG, hope you don't mind a bit of flashback posting, so we can fill in what happened in the back seat of Killarney's cruiser further, given the length of the trip... thanks.

Addendum: I'll be explaining the capabilities and limits of the Bits being used in my next post. If anything needs fixing in this post, feel free to PM me, I'm always open for suggestions and critique. Thanks, again... 8)

Addendum Two: Mater, decided to wait till my next post before giving details on the Omni Bit's function. ((ooc))
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Post by Kitsunegami » Sun Dec 27, 2009 1:12 am

((OOC: I'm gonna hop in and do a little work on a brand new character. Tesla Nadia, hopefully she'll be useful. lol.))

Tesla was gliding overhead in her longcoat and suit. The breeze is nice tonight. I can never enjoy flying around in the city like this. It was times like this that she savored her freedom, while keeping in mind her duties, and remembering her place.

She noticed that others had been collected by a patrol, but she had no clue what was going on, but she felt the urge to find out more. She followed them to a tower, landing a short distance from the defenses and 'hacked' her ID to register her as one of the 'observers' of The Party. That should give her enough freedom to find out what was going on.

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Post by materwolf » Sun Dec 27, 2009 12:02 pm

Tim looked at Deen and listened to his explination of the bits on his motorcycle. He figured they'd be very nifty if and when they ever got free of this situation. He nodded thanks to him as he entered the cruiser. When Thoee agreed to let him hold Honalee Tim smiled. He held her carefuly, wishing his pups hadn't grown up so fast. Deen asked him if he had raised kids before, He looked at him, "Had six pups a while back. Unbeleivable how fast they grow up. I was on my way to visit one of them when I got pulled over."

Tim felt safer than he had for a while, sitting between two definity superior beings and one snuggled up to him. As the Deen placed a bit on his head Tim nodded, knowing trouble may be expected. He'd do his best to use the device if it was needed, but prayed to Old White and Night Black to allow the situation to remain calm. He felt a little helpless without either of his trusted weapons-revolver or sabre-and knew he'd have to use the bit and paw-to-paw tactics if things got ugly.

((OOC: This RP has turned out better than I'd hoped. Thanks everyone for adding all the cool twists, and to Kitsunagami, I can't wait to see what plot twists your charactor adds. ;3))
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Post by JamesG » Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:19 pm

The fur nearest the lift pressed the button. A small, circular hole opened above it, and the fur put his eye to the hole. Click. The computer inside considered the retinal scan, and authorised the lift to activate. It came down smoothly, and the doors glided open, revealing the bright, stark interior of the lift. The group entered, leaving nobody in the basement. The police stood against the walls and door, in a box formation around their charges. The fur that had opened the lift found Floor 21 on the long columns of buttons for each floor, and pressed it. The doors slid shut, and they began to move. The journey was not a particularly long one, as the lift moved quite rapidly. They stopped off on Floor 21, to reveal a dark, high ceilinged corridor. There were sealed metal doors on eaither side of the corridor, each with a retinal scan. The lights from the lift threw long shadows as the furs walked out, keeping a steady eye on the foreign Unpersons. They reached their own metal door, and the fur once again submitted his eye to the scanner to open the door. There was a buzzing noise, and the door slid back, revealing itself to be quite thick. Inside, there was near darkness, save a light on a chair.

This chair was intended for Deen. Each of the group would be given a separate Interrogation. The chair looked uncomfortable, made of some metal. The fur nodded at Chase, who turned to Deen. "Well, here is your room. The Interrogator will be ready soon, if you'll take a seat." The fur was already going for the second door adjacent to this one, opening it up. This one was for Thoee, and the one after that for Tim. Chase knew he would be permitted to observe the Interrogation by security camera, even though he was not allowed in the rooms themselves. He knew about Interrogations, but he had only seen a few being done. He wondered how each of them would react. Another thing he had never seen was a child in the Department of Safety. He knew at some point he would be told to remove Honalee. What they intended to do with her was beyond Chase.

Meanwhile, down in Forensics, the sealed box had arrived. It had been scanned again, before being robotically opened, and a large industrial Confiscator stuck in, attached to a robotic arm. First, it lifted out Tim's revolver. It placed the weapon in the Deep Scan, the more intricate piece of technology that would tell the Forensics furs all about the gun. The Deep scan looked like a large box, taller than a fur, wide enough to hold a truck, with computer interfaces and controls set around it, wires leading to power cables and robotic arms. The Deep scan found that the revolver was antique, outdated, unregistered, and not permitted to exist. It had belonged to Tim Wulffe, but the wolf was an Unperson, so now it belonged to nobody. The revolver was lifted from the Deep Scan, and sent down to the Existence Reconfigurator, which was accessible by a hole in the floor to the next level. The robotic Confiscator was set on a magnetic overhead track, which allowed it to move around the room as required, as well as move a floor down to the E.R.

The Existence Reconfigurator was a machine that only reconfigured one thing about existence: It reconfigured things from existing, to not existing. The revolver was placed in the reconfigurator, where it would be desintegrated. The machine hummed, and discharged enough energy to turn the revolver to dust. Next, the motorcycle. Deep Scan revealed the machine also to be old, unregistered, and it had several forbidden items on it to add to Tim's Charges. First, a Cavalry sabre. The robotic arm delicately pulled the sabre out of the bedroll it had been put in, and the Deep Scan ran it's beams over it again. Another antique weapon, unregistered. Next, the Robotic Confiscator pulled out an illegal C.B Radio/Scanner. The Deep Scan looked at it with interest, extending a robotic arm with a thin needle point to experimentally push a few buttons. Having done so, the Confiscator dropped the items, and pulled out a tape deck, disguised as a gas tank. The Scan decided this too was antique, and quickly played through every tape Tim had. Some of them were forbidden by the Party, so Forensics added a few charges to Tim's list, and sent the motorbike and his belongings, now ripped out of the bike, to the Existence Reconfigurator.

The Reconfigurator hummed, and blasted the Unperson's property, atomising the sabre, tape deck, bed roll and radio. The bike, however, remained unmoved. The machine hummed again, and fired again. It had no effect. For the third time, the machine powered up, and attempted to Reconfigure the motorbike. No such luck. The computers hesitated, then got the Robotic Confiscator to pull the bike from the machine. It was undamaged. The computer sent an alert to the Forensics fur in charge, and dumped the bike unceremoniously onto a metal table beside the Deep scan machine. The fur in charge of Forensics that night, an elderly fox, dressed in the thick white coat of the Forensics team, peered through his glasses at the machine, and frowned. "Curious..." he muttered to himself. He put on a pair of thick black rubber gloves, and found an Omni bit. He tried to pull it off, but it would not budge. The fox then found his magnifying glass, and crawled up onto the table, in rather an awkward posiiton, to get a better look at the device.
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Post by Kitsunegami » Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:42 pm

Tesla had landed, altering her appearance to that of an avian/snow leopard hybrid before she approached the tower door, opening it with a perfect replication of an Observer ID badge while back-hacking the retinal scanner to place her data within the computers while looking into it. The door opened and she approached the elevator, her ID badge hanging out over her left breast pocket.

"I have been informed of some rather peculiar unpersons in the area, I presume they were the ones that I saw being brought here. I need to know which interrogation rooms they were taken to." she said to one of the furs at the control desk in a rather short and pointedly. As an Observer, she was direct representative of The Party.

"At once ma'am." the wolf said. He was obviously not even a beta wolf, he was far too skittish. The wolf was unable to even make eye-contact. "Floor 21, rooms" was all the wolf managed before cut off.

"That will be all." she said as she walked to the lift. Again, while the fur was looking at the information, she was remotely back-hacking the floor plan and layout of the tower. All she needed to know was the floor at that point.

She went up to floor 21 and went to the room where the interrogation rooms were monitored. The door opened and she stepped in, the room was empty for the moment, so she walked in and sat down in the chair in the darkest corner, waiting for the other interrogators and 'witnesses' to arrive, purring quietly to herself while reclined in the chair with her arms crossed in a deliberative way while watching the screens.

Those in the rooms being noted upon on a small wireless PDA.
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Backseat Flashback...

Post by Roose Hurro » Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:47 pm

In Flashback.........

Neither Thoee nor Deen had missed the very odd and unique female flyer's biosignature, passing by overhead... and in "pursuit", as they rode in the cruiser towards Old Nottingham. However, interesting as this curious addition to their procession was, at present, in the backseat of Sergent Killarney's cruiser, other things took precedence.........

Deen gave Tim a sideways glance, while Thoee looked down at her lap, clawed hands over silk-covered belly... soft, soft warm smile on her face. Deen's tongue slipped out, a lick between all four nostrils, as his ears twitched back. Tail, entwined with his mate's...

... "Six, huh... Sweetness, weren't we up to six, last time we discussed how many?"

Thoee gave Deen's tail a little squeeze, her eyes now up, and focused between Tim and her mate...

... "I believe so, My Love... but a dozen would be nice."

Deen teased with a mock-surprise drop of jaw, and a look of faked exhaustion as he slowly exhaled, clawed hands to his own lap, as if a bit tender and sore "down there"...

... "A... a dozen, Sweetness...?"

A turn to Mister Wolffe, grin to temper his mock plead...

... "Maybe... ahhh, hmmm... perhaps you can tell her how difficult it was raising six?"

Thoee's tail squeezed a bit harder...

... "Dear Mister Wolffe, tell him... my oven is always ready to cook whatever he has to offer........."

Well, given the tight space in the backseat, Honalee was not the only one snuggled... or snug. And what with the direction of conversation, it mayhaps grew a little warm being in between two very affectionate, teasing Nism. Thoee's eyes... her eyes, so bright and clear and deep, a male could drown himself in them, if he gazed too long.........

In The Present Moment.........

Thoee, Deen, Honalee (still remarkably sound asleep, for the moment), and Tim, as well, continued on their way into the lift, Thoee having taken over her daughter's care again. The ride went without event, so too their walk down the corridor revealed beyond. Deen, into his room... Thoee, with Honalee, into hers, and Tim.........

Meanwhile.........

Tim's motorcycle, gun and other belongings had arrived, yes. Shame about those last two, but the bike's new Bit systems had been instructed to protect the bike, itself... to play possum till further instructions came... so all Tim had carried on the bike, well... a shame, really. But they could all be replaced. The bike, itself, had a role to play, a function tied to its owner's life and well-being, as well as its own existance. It allowed itself to be moved where the Confiscator willed, for now. Which happened to be an examination table near the Deep Scan machine. Then...

... yes, then a live being came, touched. Took a closer look. But... his magnifier was too weak to tell him anything, other than his need for better gear. A magnifying glass just wouldn't do.........

As for Deen, in his room of chair and focused light? Well, first, as he waited, he bent the stark metal chair into a more comfortable piece of furniture, reshaped it to better suit his form. No damage done, though the chair would still most likely be replaced, now that its intended purpose... discomfort... had been changed. Of course, Deen could alway bend it back to its former uncomfortness. Once his Interrogation was finished.

Thoee and Honalee? Well, mother Nism didn't mind the chair, especially since her daughter started to stir, and to reach for her muzzle. Yes... as she'd expected, Honalee wanted to nurse. So, settled in her chair, Thoee held her daughter up higher, while turning her now open muzzle down. Then she extended both of her feelerish milk-tongues... allowed Honalee to choose which she prefered... then relaxed, as the Little One suckled.........


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Post by materwolf » Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:20 am

Tim sat in his chair without complaint or resistance, as was his word. He looked up at one of the furs as they walked out, and smiled as the door got shut. Tim had been experianced in "interrogations" like these. Back when he was fighting in the rebellion, he had been captured, tortured, and 'interrogated' for a 'confession'. The techniques back then were far more primitive and painful than was allowed today. He knew the Nism could hold their own-even little Honalee. Though he still felt bad that she'd have to go through it. Giving her a bad image of Feila, but to be honest, Edwin had declined in hospitality quite a bit. Especialy since his mother had died. He was smart enough to put all the properties she had left him under Ashley's name. Just in case.

Tim tipped his hat over his eyes, slouched in the chair, folded his paws on his lap and pretended to sleep. He knew the party wanted to impose an atmosphere of fear, so being relaxed enough to sleep would erk them immensly.
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Post by JamesG » Wed Dec 30, 2009 6:45 pm

The doors of each Interrogation room opened once more, and for each person, that it Deen, Thoee and Tim, there filed in ten furs. They were not dressed in a police uniform that any law-abiding Citizen would recognise, they were dressed in a manner as to conceal their identity. They each wore a gas mask, long black trenchcoats with red epaulettes, heavy black boots, and thick rubber gloves. The reason for the masks was evident, as each had on his belt a variety of implements, such as pepper sprays, electric batons, and some other cans of spray that were not even labelled. These furs were known in Party talk as the Compliance Encouragement Teams. Compliance Encouragement was, of course, torture, in order to make the prisoner more responsive to the Interrogator's needs. The first thing they did, was line up against the walls behind and to the sides of each person in the interrogation rooms. They did not see what Deen had done to the chair in the poor lighting, but Thoee's team certainly noticed her and her child. The team leader walked forward, and said, muffled through his mask, "We will need to take the child." Chase heard this, as the door had not yet closed, and, thinking quickly, stuck his head round the door and waved a paw at the team leader. "I can take it for you, sir." Chase knew that Honalee being placed in the care of a Compliance Encouragement Team was bad news. Fortunately, the team leader nodded, and Chase aproached Thoee. "Er, Mrs. Thoee? I'll have to hold Honalee outside for the duration of the interrogation. If I may...?" Chase held out his paws.

Tim's Compliance Encouragement Team felt very disappointed that their dramatic entrance was not being appreciated by the suspect, who looked asleep. The team leader made up for this disappointment by activating his electric baton to a relatively low setting, and slamming the back of the metal chair with it. "Pay attention!" he encouraged Tim, using his other gloved paw to swipe at Tim's head, in order to knock off the wolf's hat. Having felt that the malcompliant was now encouraged to compliance, the team leader stood back, as the Interrogators were reportedly arriving. In the Monitoring Room where Tesla waited, in walked three interrogators. They were dressed similarly to the Compliance Encouragement Team, except instead of gas masks, they wore facial half-masks, that covered most of their faces, but left the lower jaw able to move freely to ask questions. Their trenchcoats were a little more fancy than the CE Teams, having gold stripes on their red epaulettes, and their collars, which reached up their necks, were red, instead of black. At first they did not notice Tesla, as they prepared for the questioning. They each had an old-fashioned clipboard, with which they would ask their questions. Wishing each other a quick 'good luck with your one', they opened the doors opposite the suspects, and walked through, each sitting in his or her own chair, that had been in the darkness. This chair was built considerably more comfortably. As the light was only on each of the three people being interrogated, they could not see much of their Interrogators.

The Interrogators all had a small desk in front of them, though set back from the metal chairs, each Interrogator switched on their desk lamp, wrote a few notes on their clipboards, and then it began. The Interrogators switched on their own cameras and sensors, which were attached to their desks, to focus on each suspect's face. This was another reason why the Compliance Encouragement Team for Tim had to take his hat off. They needed a clear view of his eyes and facial features. Each Interrogator asked the same questions. First, "What is your full name?", and as each answer was given the next question would follow it. "What is your Age?" "What is your home address?" "Where were you born?" The interrogators did not comment on any of the answers, no matter how nonsensical the answers might be, but dutifully wrote down the things that the suspects said on their clipboards. Once this initial line of questions was finished, they started asking some more serious questions. The next questions were, "Are you aware of the charges set against you?" and "Is there anything you wish to confess now?". These were preliminary questions to the main body of questioning. The Interrogators intended to evaluate the nature of each suspect mentally, and determine how receptive they were to Party doctrine.

Meanwhile, down in Forensics, the motorbike was undergoing testing under the command of the elderly fox to whom the device had been delivered. He had tried wrenching the Omni Bit off, Deep Scanning it again, and trying to identify was material it was made from. He could find nothing of any help, and so sighed, wiping his brow. "What are you?" he muttered, staring at the Omni Bit. The thing was impervious to damage and defied all scans. Then the fox had another idea. He called up another robotic arms, this one with an optical sensor attachment. He put up its view on his computer interface, and ordered the machine to zoom in. He was getting into microscopic levels, and peered at the screen as the magnification increased, wondering what he would find, if he could find anything at all about this mysterious object that had been brought in.
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Interrogation, Examination...

Post by Roose Hurro » Thu Dec 31, 2009 6:44 am

In The Present Moment.........

Thoee hadn't yet finished nursing Honalee. And Honalee was too busy nursing to really show any facination with what was going on in the room. At least, when all those silly-dressed people came in. Her mother also showed no concern, her eyes closed, relaxed in her mild nursing euphoria. Even when the mask-muffled words were spoken, she paid them no mind... but then, she heard a familiar voice offer to watch over her daughter. And said daughter heard this familiar voice, too. Gave one last suckle, before she let go of her mother's milk-tongue... licked her little lips...

... and let her mama hand her over to the one with the familiar voice.

Thoee?

Well, she had a warm smile for the Sergent, and the soft words...

... "You may indeed, Mister Killarney...." Followed by an admonishment for little Honalee...

... "Be a good girl, Hun... stay with Mister Killarney, and don't let him out of your sight........."

Meanwhile.........

Deen watched with interest as ten oddly dressed individuals walked in and took up station around the room. If they'd hoped to hide themselves under so much window dressing, well, what with each of them giving off an individual scent, not to mention biosignature, it wasn't like Deen wouldn't be able to know who they were, if he met them later, without all the coverings. Same for Thoee, as well. And little Honalee, though she was still learning such things. However, with Deen the present focus for now, what mattered was the ten individuals presently stationed around the room...

... and the one individual, dressed a bit differently, who came in and took the only other available seat in the darkened room. Not that Deen had any trouble seeing in the dark, or any problem dealing with the lighting. The Creators had made sure their Creation had been gifted with the ability to adapt to any world they arrived on, irreguardless of gravity variations, atmospheric tweaks... or nature of sunlight. So, Deen... and his mate... had no trouble seeing their Interrogators. Or reading their biosignatures.

Or answering their questions.

Through it all, Deen grinned...

... "Full name? Deen, of the Bloodline Ahvviyinn..."

... "Age? Hmmm, let's see..." A bit of counting on clawed fingers, for effect... "Two-hundred and thirty-one years, though my birthday is coming up a few months from now..."

... "Home address? Don't have one..."

... "Where was I born? Outdoors... my mother was tending the garden, so I've been told...."

Then more questions came...

... "I believe so... that helicopter was nice enough to list them off... can't say they made any sense, though..."

... "Confess? Well, I am a bit hungry... but I can wait........."

Meanwhile, again.........

Thoee, relaxed and gracious, gave her Interrogator a warm smile, a nod and tilt of head, as the questions came...

... "My full name is Thoee, of the Bloodline Rurrumm..."

... "My age..." A blink of eyes, a touch to her muzzle... "Well, it is my understanding some cultures consider a female telling her age improper, but I am two-hundred and thirty five..."

... "Not an address... translated from the Creators' tongue, it is called The City By Vinnaheen's Tree..."

... "I was born there."

Then the more "serious" questions came...

... "I am aware of many things..." A wave of tail's tuft...

... "If My Love stood here, I would confess my undying affection to him... I have no need to confess anything else to anyone else..."

Meanwhile, for the third time.........

Forensics... more specifically, the poor elderly fox tasked with examining Tim's bike... well, he'd put out quite an effort, what with all the poking and prodding. And that question, honestly asked. So, the Omni Bit under optical sensor examination decided to give the poor old fuzzball a thrill. Not just any thrill, but the Thrill of Discovery! Yes, computer interfaced, machine zoomed in, and the view kept increasing in magnification as a pair of old eyes watched...

... a Window open!

The Bit shifted from opaque to transparent, a once perfectly smooth, blank surface suddenly filled with a view of countless nano-fractal structures linked and warped along glowing micro-tensor lines, each order of magnification bringing with it deeper layers of complexity and activity. Perhaps... just perhaps, this elderly fox had knowledge of biology, and could, just perhaps, compare what he saw to the inner workings of a living cell... but not like any living cell he'd ever seen. Every order of magnitude reached by the optical sensor kept revealing exponential orders of magnitude... of complexity... within the Omni Bit. Smaller and smaller Bits. More convoluted tensor lines. If the optical sensor had the power and resolution, it would have continued to find organized structure right down to the quantum level, though most likely, it would be lucky to see anything below the nano-molecular level, oh so deep inside. And if the poor old fox kept staring too long, his eyes would most likely ache under the perceptual strain........


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Post by materwolf » Fri Jan 01, 2010 12:01 pm

As Tim got jolted by the prod, he grunted and sat up, "Quite the introduction, fellas." He said as he picked up his hat and set it on his lap. As the interrogator entered the room and began asking questions, he knew some of the standard questions would reveal very odd answers.

"Timothey Brian Ryan Wulffe."

"Age...don't know realy. But I know I was born July 4th 1832."

"Home address? Which one? I've got like four houses."

"I was born...hmm, I think in a village in North Arctic Islands. Never realy checked."

"I am fully aware of the charges I committed, along with the falsified ones."

"Confessions? hmm, not anything seriouse, exept fighting with the Rebellion in 1862, running guns across the borders durring the '60's and other than that I've been a model citesen."

Tim was completly calm the whole time, even leaning back a bit in the chair, smiling and letting his tail swish back and forth.
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Post by JamesG » Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:11 am

The Interrogators, having written down the answers, then proceeded to ask a different sort of question. The initial questioning already looked disappointing, none of the subjects appeared to be mentally sound, or capable of answering with any definitive manner. Still, the procedure of the interrogation had to be carried out, to its conclusion. A good interrogator can usually tell at first impression what the suspect's fate will be, and none of the interrogators thought any of the suspects had a promising future. All three claimed to have been born in the 19th century, two of them had no known address, though Tim's properties were already registered. No building could exist on the Edwinish continent without the knowledge of the Party, with its observation posts, satellite sweeps, aerial patrols and ground forces all logging continuous sensor data, from visual to the all-seeing 4DIDAR technology. Therefore, it was concluded by the Observers, whom were still watching, and the Interrogators, that Thoee and Deen were immigrants.

The most disappointing aspect of the initial questioning was the responses to the charges. Deen seemed to know them, Thoee was simply being obstructive and Tim added another charge to his list already by accusing the Party of falsifying information. Still, they all seemed aware of the charges, so the interrogation went ahead. The next words from each Interrogator was thus; "Answer the following questions as quickly and as accurately as possible. Time is a factor in these responses. We begin: What is the Party?" Each interrogator waited for the response. Their sensor module had a clock on it which they kept an eye on. "Where do your allegiances lie? What do you care for most? What do you hate the most? What do you fear the most? Whom raised you? Describe them. Have you travelled to Domus? To Gawain? To Maze? To Kahun? To the Territory of the Ravens? To Yamaha? To the Arctic?"

Chase stood outside the door, holding Honalee close in his arms. He was trying to be careful with her, but at the same time not let her speed off. For the first time that night, things seemed to be calming down, and so the Sergeant leant against the wall, closing his eyes. A voice buzzed in his ear. "Killarney?" it was Greaves. "Yes Inspector?" Chase responded quietly. "Killarney, I'm going home. I want to know what happens to those criminals, so keep an ear out." Chase grunted in response, but the Inspector had already left his post. Greaves was tired, in need of a shower, and some rest. The mustachioed leopard was very quick to anger at this time of night, and so whilst he was traipsing his way across the lobby, he could not help growl, nearly snarling as some idiot wolf at the desk called out to him. "Excuse me, sir!" Greaves turned, and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked bluntly, in a voice that suggested that he wished the wolf harm. The fur gulped, and said, "I need to see your ID badge before you leave sir."

Now the leopard really did snarl, "What ID Badge?!" he retorted, storming up to the desk. "I'm a bloody plain clothes policeman, you dolt! How'd I keep my cover if I carried an ID Badge! You're new, aren't you?" The wolf nodded sadly. Greaves leant over the desk, allowing the canine to appreciate his mustache and red face beneath his fur. "Listen, this isn't some grease-dripping plastic-cup college-kid late-night fast-food junk-house! We use bloody implants for Identification!" The Inspector waved his wrist in front of the wolf's face. "You know, uh, modern technology!" Greaves said in a mocking voice, disbelieving of how much this wolf was wasting his time. He swiped it across the wolf's computer sensors, and it beeped, and read out, "Inspector Horace Greaves, Department of Safety" The wolf gulped, and said, "What about the lady who came in with an ID badge?" Greaves froze. There was total silence in the room for nearly ten seconds, before Greaves said in a deadly quiet voice, "What lady?"

Meanwhile, the Interrogators communicated to each other they would withdraw for discussion. Without any explanation to the suspects, each Interrogator stood abruptly, gathered their things and left into the same room. As the doors closed, they all took seats. It had been their masks that had made Tesla hard to see the first time, but now they could not miss her. They pasued, their eyes staring in the dim light, made more difficult by the half-masks, and then one asked, 'Who are you?" They had not been expecting anyone here, especially not at this late hour. They knew nothing of what Greaves was at that moment trying to put together, holding an Interrogation of his own with the poor, unfortunate receptionist. The furs kept on their masks, and their coats disguised much of their body shape, but it was clear the one that had spoken was female, a feline of some kind.

((I'm assuming you are waiting for the Interrogation to finish, Kitsunegami. Roose, I'll get onto the Forensics guy a little later. :D))
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