open Undercity

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OOC: https://mlpforums.com/topic/149274-undercity-a-tale-of-heroes/?p=4433448

 

Krittius Von Istari, cleric of the Military Police Agency, sat down and looked at the desk of papers. He had been assigned a human, and a really old lion.... Why was he so old and still allowed to apply? Krittius mused to himself, then he stood up and went down to the telephone station in the converted temple.

 

In the old days, the temple served a place where monks could train and protect the denizens of Undercity. However, as crime grew higher and several high police officials were proven to be corrupt, the Clerics, a militant sect of those monks, led an uprising and eradicated the old police force, and established in its place as the MPA, the Military Police Agency, in which plain creatures would be turned into warriors of the highest prestige, Clerics. These Clerics would educate others and protect the common people, while the lower class aided them. To the MPA, everything was a lesson. Including violence. However the MPA is not a religious organization or even a monk's monastery, it was a place to protect common people.

 

Krittius sighed, he hoped that these old criminals really did want to turn out better, the MPA really needed dedicated individuals to help good people.

Edited March 29, 2016 by DarkHaert

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McNair walked into the temple to meet his new boss. He found it strange that the MPA would be situated in a place like this, and expected more of an office.

 

McNair walked up to who he was assigned to, one Krittius Von Istari.

 

"Hey there, I'm McNair," he said to him.

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Krittius leaned back in his chair deciding against going to the telephone station. He put his hands behind his head and eyed McNair. "I was just about to contact you and a couple others. But good... You're early. That's very good. So what compelled you to join the MPA may I ask?" Krittius pulled a cigarette from his front pocket on his t-shirt and took took a long drag. Breathing out, Krittius said, "You don't mind do you?"

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"I don't really mind," McNair said as he took a seat. "I admit, I used to be a criminal myself. I was up and coming in the crime world, and I made a bit of a name for myself working with a fox who used to be friend of mine. One day when we were pulling a job, things went south and I got shot. Now I'm trying to go straight."

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@@crispy fries,

 

Krittius breathed the smoke in, praying a silent prayer of thanks, then replied to McNair, "Huh, not bad, hope your criminal friend has the same ideas, because he's on the team." Krittius stood up, and exited his "office", which really was a table with a couple chairs, and stacks of paper. Krittius then said to McNair, "I like you, not often I see a redemption story. We'll prove ourselves worthy for you to join. Follow me." Krittius then walked out of the Monastery onto the front lawn, which was just dirt with some floodlights above. The bustling of Undercity's middle class could be heard thoughout the temple, but outside, somehow, it was peaceful. Eh, to at least Krittius.

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McNair tensed up when he heard that Damien was on his team. To McNair, he was still a criminal, and he wasn't sure how he would be able to deal with him. All he could hope for was that Damien wouldn't interfere with his work.

 

"So, what are we doing out here?" McNair asked Krittius.

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Krittius smiled, "You're gonna meet one of my friends, his name is Skitch. He's a pilot of sorts. He is a fox, that has metal wings. Why the hell he got them. I've got no idea. He said he wanted to meet the human in my recruits, he likes humans better than other foxes." Krittius stood out there and heard a sound, and suddenly Skitch was rolling in the ground. Only to immediately stand up and look up at McNair. "Holy shit. This guy, this guy is like the best guy ever!"

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McNair was caught off guard by the sudden ball of fur that had crashed before his feet. This wasn't what he was expecting when he decided to join the MPA.

 

"Uh, hi," McNair said as he extended his hand out to Skitch. "I'm McNair."

 

I seemed odd how small Skitch was compared to him.

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Skitch looked up at the human, quickly adjusting the metal jetwings on his back. Then he flew up and Skitch soon was a eye level with McNair, extending a small hand while hovering, "'Sup, I'm Skitch, and actually I am a cleric. I was allowed in because of the wings." Skitch gestured to his wings with his other paw. The small orange fox wore an olive drab t-shirt, tan cargo pants, and a red bandana around his neck. He also had an aviators cap.

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"So, just how come I'm the best thing ever?" McNair asked as he shook Skitch's paw, making sure not to crush it.

 

Despite the oddness of the greeting, McNair was glad that he was welcome here. He was afraid that his criminal past would make everyone else suspicious of him, but instead they were giving him a chance.

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"Because you're you." Skitch smiled. Then he eyed Krittius lighting another cigarette while he was talking to McNair. "C'mon, you didn't give me one? Really?"

 

Krittius looked at him. "I'm not giving to them. You smoke like a demon from hell."

 

Skitch sighed, "Fiiiine. Fuck you."

 

Krittius then said, "Is your friend Damian punctual?"

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"I wouldn't really call him my friend anymore, and I guess he's not too punctual. I'd really rather not talk about Damien. There are a lot of bad memories with him. Anyways, how come you're so fascinated with humans? We're kind of uninteresting compared to a lot of races out there."

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"Thanks a bunch, Maccy. It's rude to talk about people who're watching."

 

An orange-ish fox had slipped through the doors silently, his green cloak gliding over the floor.

 

"Talking about watching, fancy seeing you here!" Damien exclaimed, pushing up against Maccy and nudging him with a shoulder. "We'll get to work together again, just like oooold times, no?"

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McNair tensed up even more when Damien slithered up beside him.

 

"Damien," he said, trying to keep his tone level. "It's been a while."

 

McNair couldn't let his feelings about Damien get in the way of his new job. He was still a crook to McNair, and he'd always need to be watching him.

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Damien laughed, or, cackled? " Oh man, it's only been what, a couple of months?" he asked in mock ignorance. "Whatever the time, what matters now is that we're back together."

 

He continued to stare at McNair. "Aw, don't give me that look, Mac. Look, i've realised the error of my ways and I'm turning over a new leaf, eh?"

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"I've known you long enough to know half the words that come out of your mouth are lies. It would be nice if you're actually turning over a new leaf, but you know I can't trust you. I'm trying to go straight too, and I don't want anyone to mess that up for me. I'm watching you like a hawk."

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Skitch eyed the new arrival, before walking to the monastery. Silence filled the lawn of the MPA's base.

 

"Alrighty then." Krittius said, looking at McNair and Damien. "Looks like history. I think that we are going to get you two set up in the bunks. Follow me. And I'll just remind you both, any fights, I'm armed always." Krittius threw his cigarette down to the ground, and stomped on it.

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McNair shot Damien a final look before following Krittius.

 

"So, how long until we get on the job?" he asked.

 

McNair was eager to get started. He felt he needed to redeem himself for his past crimes, and he wanted to get to it as soon as he could. This city seemed like it would need all the help it could get too.

Edited March 29, 2016 by crispy fries

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Damien shrugged, following Krittius with a laid-back look on his face. "With arms like those you might as well be" he replied, giving. A sideways looks at Krittius.

 

"And don't worry Maccy, I'm sure the police already want some nutjob hunted down fr one reason or the other."

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Krittius heard the question about the job and Damien's comment as he headed into the monastery, "You started the job the moment you were recruited, we have bunks for you until your paycheck comes around, in then you can purchase an apartment if you wish. But you are starting as.... what's a good word for it... apprentices." Krittius thought a moment and then said as he continued down a side hall to the barracks, "We work in small teams, then you graduate from basic training and become solo "cops", what we call blackcoats. They can work cases and take down gangs as they please, the reason being more cases and gangs brought down, more pay." Krittius stood before the door of the barracks, "And eventually you can rank up to cleric, which is essentially can be a teacher in addition to being a blackcoat. I'll be right back, I'll grab some sheets and bed linens. Pick a bed." Krittius left the fox and human alone in the barracks.

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Radio chatter increased for a bit until two armed enforcement stallions stepped in through the headquarters double doors with a large box shaped object on a cart, covered by a black sheet. They brought it to the closest officer before stating, "We have something for whomever's in charge here." A clicking sound was coming from the box shaped object, and the ones escorting this box were highly armed an appeared to have years of experience." From behind the cage stood a professionally dressed mare dragging a large case next to her.

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Krittius heard a call coming from the communications room, and he ducked in to hear what it was about. "Dammit, it's that slaver bitch again. I swear." Krittius drew one of the swords from his back, stormed past the barracks, and down to the basement, where most trade with the MPA was made. The sword extended and widened into the size of a normal sword, but the ends of the blades hooked, giving the blade a slight scythe appearance. He arrived in the basement to see a box with a black sheet and the armed guards. "Listen, I told you that next time you came here I would cut you up, so what now?"

Edited March 30, 2016 by DarkHaert

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She dropped the case next to the bow with a loud thud, and an exhausted, "Dear F***" She tapped one of her soldiers on the arm and whispered to him, "We're out." He nodded to the other soldier, and all three turned and began leaving, her yelling to you as she left, "That's for you DipS***. Something about being a hero or I don't know." After they left, and audible "Sh**!" Came through the door. She obviously had some anger issues. The clicking in the cage stopped when the door closed.

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"Yeah! Well F*ck off, you dumb*ss!" Krittius yelled, before looking at the sheet covered cage. Krittius sighed, and before pulling the sheet, said to the cage. "Anybody there?" Krittius then pulled off the sheet, and deadpanned at the inhabitant of the cage, "Hello?"

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The monster reared its head in fear, also blinking plenty to adjust to the light, before pointing towards Krittius slowly and saying in a thick snakelike accent, accentuating the L's and S's "Pollicce Lleader?" His eyes were wide like a child's, and its breathing was slow and smooth.