What is the deal with this 'Link' thing?
Might not be a trustworthy answer but it would grant a nice perspective on thing.

>>574130
Would it be overtly rude to ask to be called Aiden?
"Sorry, but man, that is the name I have gone by for years and it just doesn't feel right to go by some name or title people I don't even know seem to have randomly given me. I don't know who Caelus is or was, but he isn't me, anymore. You can't undo that. Ever. If that was my birth name from before I was an orphan, it's meaningless. I never heard it before and I don't like it. I named myself Aiden you know, that's my name. I took it and made it mine. So, please, when referring to me can you respect that, and maybe spread that around too. A man should always control his identity."

Caelus 2014/05/14(Wed)11:57 No. 574380 ID: 9f5a86
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"What's the deal with the Link? How does it really work?" I ask.

"The Link is a step towards unity, and is just one of the incredible powers of the Advocate. They all await our grasp. Soon, we can reclaim this island and return things to the way they were."

"What do you mean?"

"This island belongs to us. It was taken away from us when the Anthro civilization grew. We will not let them continue to defile our homeland," he turns and walks away. I guess it's as simple as that. Everyone disperses and I start to explore my new surroundings.

As I walk around, I notice that the Lower City is not exactly as much of a shithole as I once thought. Sure, they don't have skyscrapers or well-furnished homes, but all around me I notice workers planting and harvesting crops, children playing, and others just talking and cooking food. The fact that they let me walk around freely gives me the impression they think there's no way I can escape from here. As homey as it seems, I don't want to remain here. It just isn't my home. I can't believe I'm almost missing the Middle.

Caelus 2014/05/14(Wed)11:57 No. 574381 ID: 9f5a86
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My senses are STILL coming back to me, even exceeding the levels they once were in my anthro body. But suddenly there's another development that catches me completely off-guard. I start to feel very strange, like my insides are floating. My heart begins to race. This is a feeling that I have not had in a very very long time, and it isn't the need to urinate. My breathing begins to quicken and I sense a pulsing on my crotch area. I look around in sheer embarrassment, shielding my lower sections. My sex drive is returning with a vengeance, taking over my body in storm. With my heightened sense of smell, I pick up a strangely familiar musk, and I notice two females tracking me. They must detect my own musk as much as I scent theirs. Damnit, how do I deal with this?!

Didn't see that coming...uh...do what you gotta do? Probably should people watch before making advances in this culture. They could have different customs.

...Oh. Dear.
So, unfamiliar environment+necessity for privacy?
Okay, first thing to do-locate male. discuss places that are usually left alone, and also ask why in case of unexpected dangers in said area.
Secondly, keep calm, and mentally review police prodedure and protocol, perferably something long and tedius. Possibly, you could vocalize to yourself in an 'indoor' voice, to give off an air of someone...Ah, a bit unhinged, so to speak. Do remember to halt this activity should you spot a male so you can talk to him with less distractions.

Run. The. Fuck. Away.
Start doing Link shit, most of your insomnia, which was killing your sex drive, was primarily caused by your emerging Link. You'll start getting a horrific headaches and totally kill your boner.

Might I suggest learning to fly with your Link powers? You can block explosions, that was likely caused by a telekinetic barrier. You can use similar barriers to fly. Flying will aid running.
If you find fabric, any kind, try and fashion clothes.
And for the love of god try and stay away from Yuseta while you're drive mode.
DO not find her, do not track her, I do NOT want to see that happening. If you think you can sense her, fucking bolt in the opposite direction, even towards a herd of wanting women because NOT Yuseta. Goddamn that's probably part of her plan.
I don't know how much Link stuff might be hereditary, but I don't think it would be bright to make the child who links the world here if you know what I'm saying.

Man how did your civilization even get to this point?

First of all you are a grown ass man and should stop being so embarrassed around a bunch of strangers.

Take a few deep breaths and relax. You can either run off like a shy teenager or you can take control of yourself. How long has your sex drive been "inactive" and what caused it? Am guessing the drugs that kept you stabilized in your old form had something to do with it.

With your natural senses returning this is only going to get worse if you try to avoid it. Short of burning out your sense of smell that is.

If you can relax a bit ask the ladies what they are up to. Tell them you just went through a very confusing transformation and are a bit flustered with all the changes. Maybe they can give you some guidance. A hour ago you were worried about being dissected by crazies. Now your biggest problem is getting stuck with some cute ladies.

Well you went from fearing for your life and sanity to hiding awkward shame boners. Could be worse.

So knowing nothing about your species mating rituals or really anything sexual just how bad is this? Would it be so bad to just relax go with the flow?

I highly doubt this is a complicated trap set for you. Most likely is just a side effect of reversing your genetic changes.

Caelus 2014/05/15(Thu)23:46 No. 574648 ID: 9f5a86
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> If you can relax a bit ask the ladies what they are up to. Tell them you just went through a very confusing transformation and are a bit flustered with all the changes. Maybe they can give you some guidance. A hour ago you were worried about being dissected by crazies. Now your biggest problem is getting stuck with some cute ladies.

When I see any of these female feranthros, I get heated up immensely. My muscles become tense, and the only thing I can think about is penetrating them until I develop a limp. My instincts seem to be taking over me, filling my head with thoughts of reproduction and intense lust.

> Would it be so bad to just relax go with the flow?

Maybe...maybe I can just talk to them and just chill out for the moment. I've been through so much bullshit...what's honestly the worst that can happen in this situation...I...

> Didn't see that coming...uh...do what you gotta do? Probably should people watch before making advances in this culture. They could have different customs.

> Run. The. Fuck. Away.

> Okay, first thing to do-locate male.

No, no! No!! I can't let this shit happen. LOTS of things can result from this! STDs, Link-babies, possible affairs...the list goes on! I have to focus! I can't let my instincts take over!

I make a run for it, getting weird looks from just about everyone I cross. I set sight on one of the tents and mean to enter.

Caelus 2014/05/15(Thu)23:46 No. 574649 ID: 9f5a86
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Once I step into the interior of the tent, I see an older male feranthro seated, looking like he had just done some sort of work. He gazes up at me, looking indifferent to my entry. There are assorted odds-and-ends scattered across the place and...ah! Some clothes are hanging up on a line...except it seems like everything in here belongs to the feranthro.

>>574649
"Hey, I'm Aiden Schaar, you probably know me as Caelus. You wouldn't happen to know where they would store my old clothes, if they would happen to fit a Feranthro? Just trying to find something comfortable in this foreign place. I'd do anything for a t-shirt and jeans right about now."

Also I have no idea how life down here works and could use some advice if you do not mind.

>>574676
We don't need to give him our life story.

Just greet him and ask if it's okay for you to be in this place for a moment.

If you need an excuse, say you thought you were being followed. If you can converse a bit it'll get your mind off things and maybe he'll have advice for you.

Caelus 2014/05/18(Sun)00:30 No. 574877 ID: 9f5a86
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> Just greet him and ask if it's okay for you to be in this place for a moment.

"Hello," I say, looking behind me. "Do you mind if I hold out in here for a bit?" The old feranthro just continues to gaze at me, almost as if seeing through me. I slowly roll my eyes over to the clothes line and then back to him. "I just...kinda need some clothes right now."

He very gently gestures over to the clothes line, but I can't tell if he's actually letting me take one, so I awkwardly look over to the line again, and then back at him without turning my head.

He then smiles, "Take one." I don't hesitate for a second and wrap one around my waist. I feel like a large burden has rolled off my back. With a sigh of relief I thank him, but I still can't get comfortable.

The feranthro speaks. "You must be Caelus."

"Well, if you could call me Aiden that would be better."

His soft smile sinks into a somber frown. "If you are down here, that means your brother has failed you. This is disheartening..." He looks away for a moment, but then eyes me again, the ends of his lips slightly creaking back up. "But even now hope may not be lost. You may want to see your father now."

"W-where is he?"

"Exit the tent. Face left. Go straight. You cannot miss him." I swallow audibly, suddenly feeling nervous. Just the concept of seeing my actual father for the first time sends chills through my body. I thank the feranthro one last time and take my leave. I look around and thankfully there are no stalkers around. In fact, there seems to be hardly anyone around this area. I turn left and make my way into the mysterious mists ahead.

Caelus 2014/05/18(Sun)00:30 No. 574878 ID: 9f5a86
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Something comes into view. A cage structure, seated on a raised platform. I can see someone inside.

Caelus 2014/05/18(Sun)00:31 No. 574879 ID: 9f5a86
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I go closer and see a beaten, scarred feranthro, sitting and looking especially pensive. He slowly turns his head, a glossy eye shining within the matted fur. His expression gradually turns into one of pure shock, as if he has just seen a ghost. He slowly gets up onto his feet, his legs trembling. I flinch as he falls onto the bars, grasping tightly with both hands. Is this really my father? This frail, pathetic figure in front of me?

"Caelus?" he says with a disturbing, shaky drawl, seeming absolutely crushed. At first I thought that this reunion would be a littler happier, but I can guess where he's coming from. This area is creepily quiet. "What...what are you doing here? Why? What did they do to you?"

I managed to get cornered in a warehouse by a group of ferals led by a glowing eyed female. I managed to take out a bunch of them but there was a huge explosion and they drug me down here while I was unconscious. Then I changed into this. Very painful by the way.

So now I am looking for answers and help. I need to know our history and how our people got split like this. And what is going on with these prophecies and all these powers.

>>574879
I found my link powers, almost killed myself in an explosion that an attempt to kill or disable Yuseta and her posse thinking I could save myself with Link powers. Apparently the force knocked me unconscious instead, which gave them the opportunity to grab me and then turn me into this.

Did they change you too are have you always been a feranthro? Do you know how to change me back? They've given me free reign to walk the place, at least. Can I let you out? There's no sign not to.

Just a tad unrelated, but you may want to take the time to clean your face off when you can find some water. Shouldn't go around all bloodied, y'know?

Speaking of which, do be sure to ask if he needs food or water, and figure out why he's all locked up.

Caelus 2014/05/19(Mon)11:09 No. 575011 ID: 9f5a86
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> Just a tad unrelated, but you may want to take the time to clean your face off when you can find some water. Shouldn't go around all bloodied, y'know?

Yeah, I'll try to remember this. I proceed to tell him everything that has happened back at the warehouse: Glowing-Eyes, the development of my power, and then my transformation. The whole time he is simply staring at me with the most sad-looking eyes I've ever seen.

"But...I'm okay now, I suppose." My attempt to add in a little something positive doesn't seem to work at first, but then my father bows his head with a weak smile. Looking back up at me, he leans his face closer to the bars, and I am compelled to do the same. We nuzzle each other's cheeks lovingly, and I feel a sense of homeliness I haven't felt in a very long time.

"I missed you so much. Look at me, putting on a face of horror at my own son. I'm so sorry..."

"Dad, it's okay." We separate and look into each other's eyes for a while. I know he has every reason to be upset right now, but that moment we just had almost welled me up, giving me a small bit of hope despite the situation.

"Do you remember my name?" he asks meekly. It doesn't even take me more than three seconds. I never knew my father's name, but at the same time...I did. Or maybe it was released into my brain along with all the other memories after that transformation.

"Yahl," I reply. His smile widens.

> Did they change you too are have you always been a feranthro?

"Did they change you too?" I ask.

"What do you mean? No, no. I have always been a 'feranthro.' Or 'Luken,' that is." Luken. So that would be the official name they've originally given themselves.

> Do you know how to change me back?

"Can...can I change back?" Yahl gazes off to the side, looking worried.

"That would be very difficult. As far as my knowledge goes, feranthros are changed at birth since it is a lot easier to accomplish such a thing at infantile stages. They haven't been able to make such a change in adults. But I'm not sure, honestly."

Caelus 2014/05/19(Mon)11:09 No. 575012 ID: 9f5a86
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> Can I let you out? There's no sign not to.

"Why are you in this cage? Can I let you out?" Yahl takes a couple paces away so that he stands in the middle.

"No. No, I cannot leave. This is my punishment - my punishment for letting you go." He then makes a strange gesture, pointing towards his eyes from the sides. He then lightly taps his foot and I look down to see some sort of hatch under him. I think I understand what he's trying to communicate. I close my eyes and attempt to jack. Almost instantly I jack into someone's view in the distance. It was almost...too easy. Unlike before, I feel I have enough energy to keep doing this for days. This power of mine must've been amplified along with every one of my senses. The distant feranthro appears to be looking down at the cage from behind. I can't feel a twinge in my own eyes, so I know no one's watching me either.

I leave the vision and try to carry out conversation casually, as if nothing happened, but I give my Dad a nod to show I understand.

"And...Jai. The one in the mask. He is my brother isn't he?" I say, pulling another slightly fragmented memory out of my skull. Yahl nods.

"He has been watching over you for many years, I hope. But now it appears he has failed to continue this. He was once the Planeseer, you know?" I look up at Yahl in surprise. A Planeseer would be a higher-ranking feranthro that keeps the prophecies and conducts ritual preparations and research. "Regardless, not even he wanted to see his brother sacrificed. He gave up his position, without permission of course, and took you away. I created the plan. Now I am in here. The only reason I am still alive is because the higher ranks know I am widely respected here. I have given so much for my fellow Luken."

"So there are still Luken that support you," I think out loud. Yahl nods.

"You may have met one or two already."

I take a step back, surveying my surroundings. Yahl definitely wants out, but it may not be easy. I have a guard watching from the distance who may or may not have the power to jack. I have no idea how to open the hatch, but there may be some kind of mechanism underneath it. If I wanted, I could possibly make preparations instead of trying to do this right this minute. Maybe I could pry for some advice? What should I do?

>>575011
Wait, so are children of anthro's born as Luken too? Is there a hugeass conspiracy coverup in every maternity ward?

So, sacrifice? You're going to die when they fulfill the prophecy then? Or will you be driven insane or possessed?
Why are we not in a cage with you? Because the only moves we've made against Luken plans is try and blow up Yuseta when we didn't supposedly know any better?
I was told this prophecy foretells of taking the homeland back, supposedly? Please tell me that's just displacing the Anthro's on a new island, we will gladly just have people move around if it means peace. Of course it's not just moving people around, but, well, hey that would have been alright, and probably wouldn't require your demise. Yeah, fuck it, we'll find a new island and everyone will be happy ever after, Primordia's been trying to do stuff like that anyway, at least contact the outside world.

Does any Luken know anything of the outside world? Legends or anything like that?

So... Mom? Dead, right? Mom's are always dead.

Oh wait, practical stuff, for now. Ask Yahl if he wants out, because you figure you can with only a little risk. The reason's you'll accept for not letting him out is if he really has no means of decent escape down here and he'd prefer to be alive because they'll kill him if he gets caught again. I mean, shit, you can do more than just see through eyeballs. You could bend this cage with your mind, probably. Or fry the lookout's brain, or just make him unconscious.

Killing the guard would be the wrong thing here. If you can get your dad out, you might be able to get his friends to rally around him. It's harder to do that when someone is murdered in his escape. Also, killing someone just to make something easier is completely wrong.

Caelus 2014/05/20(Tue)23:56 No. 575183 ID: 9f5a86
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> Ask Yahl if he wants out, because you figure you can with only a little risk.

"Dad...you don't want to stay in there do you?" I ask him. He looks a little thoughtful and sighs sadly.

"Leaving this cage...I only step into another, Caelus. There is no point. They do let me out at times, but they keep a very watchful eye over me."

"It's been such a long time," I say, reflecting on the fact that he's been in this condition for more than twenty years. "Was it really that bad?"

"They believe I am now a threat to the success of the prophecies and a threat to the Advocate itself. They are not ones to let go of a grudge so easily." He paces to the side of the cage, gazing out into the distance dreamily. "Don't worry about me. Besides, if I were to get out without anybody's permission, it would be much worse for me."

I acknowledge this and decide to continue to engage in conversation.

> Wait, so are children of anthro's born as Luken too? Is there a hugeass conspiracy coverup in every maternity ward?

"So even the anthros are born Luken?" I question.

"Yes. At least, that is how it should be. I'm not sure if they concocted a way to...I don't know...keep genetic code stable, but with how rapidly they have grown in their scientific knowledge, I wouldn't be surprised if they were to think of something soon."

> So... Mom? Dead, right? Mom's are always dead.

"Um, this might sound weird," I scratch my neck and look to the side. "My Mom's not here is she?"

Yahl bows his head sadly. "Ava, your mother, has died while giving birth to you. I am sorry, Caelus." I somehow expected this answer, but I still can't help but feel forlorn. My father's been down here without family by his side for long, long years.

> So, sacrifice? You're going to die when they fulfill the prophecy then? Or will you be driven insane or possessed?

"About the prophecies...how does it all work out? I'm not going to live through it, am I?" I ask, feeling a sudden pang of fear in my chest. My mind starts to swarm with horrible thoughts of torture and pain.

My father walks up to me and weakly grabs the bars in front of him. He looks even more depressed than before, and I keep screaming internally to hold my damn tongue for once. "Only partially," he says, a response which causes me to tense up. I can feel my ears perk.

"What do you mean?"

"Caelus, this will be hard to explain. The Advocate absorbs. It absorbs the body, and in doing so, is able to separate the body from the spirit essence. It takes the power from your essence, and then stores the essence. That is all I know." And to think I couldn't imagine this shit getting any crazier. Now we have spirit essences?

While I'm off still trying to wrap my head around all of this madness, my father speaks up. "Caelus, would you do something for me?" I turn to face him.

"Sure, Dad, what do you need?"

"Just close your eyes for me, please." I do so, and I can begin to feel the familiar sensation of some tingling coming from behind my eyes. Involuntarily, my facial muscles tense up, and my head begins to pound. It almost feels like my eyes are going to pop out of the sockets. The sensation is suddenly gone, and I snap open my eyelids, breathing deep. I look over at my father, who also opens his eyes. He gives me a smile. "Good. That is good. Your power appears to be evolving."

"What was that?"

"You have rejected my attempt to jack you. This is a special branch of that specific power that only the truly skilled can conceive, but I am not surprised you were able to do it."

Caelus 2014/05/20(Tue)23:56 No. 575184 ID: 9f5a86
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"Hmm, you may be able to do something else," my father says, rubbing his chin in thoughtfulness. "This is something you should know...and something the Anthros should be very wary of." I give him my full attention. "You've seen Yuseta, yes?"

"Yuseta?"

"The child with glowing eyes."

"Ah...ah, yeah. I've seen her." I reflect and wonder if she is currently down here with me, although I somehow doubt it since it seems she has an agenda.

"She is not here at the moment," he answers, almost as if reading my mind. "She plans something dire."

"Well, I already got that part," I scoff.

"Yuseta wishes to contaminate a chemical that the Anthros hold dear. Astoga, is it?" My eyes widen in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? How is she going to do that?"

"I don't know, but she has a plan, and unless they are vigilant, the Anthros will take a huge hit. I was wondering if you would...just maybe be able to warn someone. You could maybe reach someone from down here."

"Uh, you think they have radios here?"

"No, my son, not a radio." Yahl points to his temple, and I just look at him stupidly. I understand what he means now, but how in the hell... "It might not be easy to pull off, but you must do something. She could be ready to carry this out at any moment. Caelus, turn around and look towards the sky." As confused and distraught as I am, I obey my father. I look up into the dancing lights above. "Close your eyes." I do so. "Think about someone...anyone you know. The power in you must have reached others. Perhaps you know of one that could have received it? You have a mate, don't you?"

I snort. "C'mon, Dad." He chuckles.

"But seriously now, who is the person you wish to send the message to...and what will your message be?"

>>575184
I don't know why you'd just send it to one person. Guess it's hard.
I'd send it to Mel since you trust him the most, then Massey because she's the one who can really do stuff. But if not two people choose Mel. Your brotherly connection might make things clearer, which is why your father thought of asking a mate.

Tell Mel that Astoga's going to be poisoned soon by the glowing-eyed terrorist in the news somehow, probably through anthro's that actually believe in their cause not out of sympathy, but because they know everyone was a Luken at birth. Then clarify that's a feranthro and that it is a way better name because now you won't accidentally every spell them as furanthro, which is just confusing. Also, we can talk with psychic powers now. Tell him to be real careful, anyone can be threat.

Mel should have contacts in the science community, even the makers of Astoga, just not any bio-science scientists like we asked about earlier. So he should be good if he can just spread the word there, or to a journalist. And then maybe the fact that every child is born a feranthro too to those journalists. Should shake things up enough to confuse a lot of motherfuckers up there.

Caelus 2014/05/23(Fri)02:32 No. 575456 ID: 9f5a86
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"Do I have to send it to only one person?" I ask. My father takes a bit to respond.

"You...can try to connect with more than one, but it may take a large toll on you. Just please be careful."

"So, how am I supposed to do this?"

"I am not completely sure."

"Dad!"

"Caelus, I don't have that sort of ability! I've only ever seen Yuseta demonstrate it once. Just try to concentrate. Perhaps it's similar to jacking."

My face feels like it's being crumpled up into a ball as I try to reach out, not entirely sure what I'm doing. The jacking ability sorta just...came to me. This seems to be a whole different thing. I can already start to feel a little dizzy from this. I decide to try something else: thinking about them, Inspector Massey and Mel. They are the ones I can seem to trust the most right now, and Mel would have the advantage of already being in the Upper City, although he is definitely not much of a fighter. I fear for his safety, and I hope he'll go right to the police and not try to be a hero.

Visions of Massey and Mel appear vividly in my mind's eye, and I can sense myself ejecting from where I stood. A strange static fills my head, and I can only see waves upon waves of fog careening past me. My body has not actually left the ground, I know this for a fact...but am I going where I need to? Suddenly, the mist clears and I can see through someone's eyes...except it's a little different this time. Either they have bad vision, or I'm actually interacting in a different sort of "mode." I begin to muster up the strength to communicate thoughts, however that is meant to be pulled off. I think hard about what I want them to know: The Astoga contamination, Yuseta, Lukens, our own unstable genetic code. Although I'm not sure if this will do anything, I'm picking up a unique sensation that something else is leaving me. Before I know it, that feeling is gone, and my mind vision fades to black. I'm already somewhat tired from this action, but I can't stop here.

I think of Mel next and find myself going through the gray mist once again. My vision jacks another's...but it's even blurrier this time. I guess it may be because of either distance or fatigue...or both. I can barely see some papers on a desk in front of me - might be schematics. I can see some hardware lying around here and there too. I want to believe this is Mel, but I couldn't even be sure about the last one I did. I communicate my thoughts with him next, and by this time I am feeling incredibly exhausted, a feeling so powerful despite my out-of-body experience. My vision cuts out again, this time because I just can't do this any longer. I can sense the familiar pumping of blood into my head, but it isn't long before I completely pass out.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/23(Fri)02:32 No. 575457 ID: 9f5a86
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I'm engulfed by a sea of voices, visions, and emotion, somehow strangely aware of my current condition. I break through and awaken under a cold sweat. It takes a few seconds to remember that I have a cloth over my face.

I can hear the voice of Wrinkle-Face beside me. "Did you feel that? I felt it. It was him. It was really him." I'm still trying to understand what just happened, unable to move. "They have him, down in the lower section. We must separate." I reach out and around me, trying to figure out where I am.

"What the hell is going on?" I say, my dry throat causing an uncomfortable sensation in my speech.

"You did not interpret? He sent warning. He wants you to go to the city."

"What?" I couldn't completely focus on his words. My head is swimming and I'm still attempting to understand what I just went through. I can hear the shuffling of feet near me, panning over to my left.

"You may take cloth off. I moved you to safer place, but I must go. You must leave too. Find the threat in the city. Goodbye." I reach around my head and roughly take the blindfold off, hopelessly frustrated. I haven't been left in the dark for such a duration of time before. I'm usually good at figuring things out, but everything that has happened recently is beyond my own imagination. I need to relax. I have to take a break. This place...it's driving me fucking insane.

No, get a hold of yourself. Things will become clear. With time, it will become clear. It always does. I didn't get this rank for nothing. I scan my surroundings and it appears I'm in a warehouse attic, a storage chamber it seems like. Wrinkle-Face has taken his leave, and I actually feel relieved by this. I was beginning to get tired of his cryptic nonsense, although him being Aiden's brother was a bit of a shock to say the least. It only makes me more curious of Aiden's role in whatever operation is going down.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/23(Fri)02:33 No. 575458 ID: 9f5a86
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I find a hatch nearby with rungs jutting off the wall. The hatch yields some light, and I can hear voices and other activities going on. I climb down and find myself in a warehouse with actual people moving about. A couple of them notice me as I set my foot on the ground.

The feline to the right of me says, "Ma'am, what is this? Are you here to do a quality assurance inspection?" I find it a little odd that people are working in this area when not long ago there were feranthros killing each other. How much time has passed?

>>575458
I'm a police officer investigating disturbances in the area. I was recently indisposed for a bit of time and found myself here. Can you give me the time? Thank you.

Wait don't tell them you are a police officer yet. Say yes and have them show you whatever they are working on.

Will give you a minute to get your bearings and there is always the slight chance we ended up somewhere less than friendly.

>>575458
>I find it a little odd that people are working in this area when not long ago there were feranthros killing each other
Then be wary. When someone who shouldn't be here is acting very nonchalant while standing behind you holding a wrench, It's best not to assume safety.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/24(Sat)21:17 No. 575684 ID: 9f5a86
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> Then be wary. When someone who shouldn't be here is acting very nonchalant while standing behind you holding a wrench, It's best not to assume safety.

That goes without saying, let alone the fact that if he tried lifting it even an inch, he would have a blade against his throat.

> Wait don't tell them you are a police officer yet. Say yes and have them show you whatever they are working on.

I decide to play along. It would give me ample time to collect my thoughts and see if I can figure out some things. I first ask him what time it is.

He replies, "Well, afternoon shift just begun. I believe it's around 4 p.m. at the moment." So I've passed out for around a few hours. Great.

The lead sets me up with one of his rookies and the mock inspection is underway. While he toys around with this random machinery I don't know anything about, I let my mind wander a bit. Fragmented memories begin to piece together gradually in my head. I'm starting to recall things I'm pretty sure I've never heard of before. I think back to what Wrinkle-Face said, about how there was a threat in the city. Reaching that area would require a bit of cunning, seeing as how I normally can't just leave my post whenever I want. This didn't bode well for me and my records, but if there is truly some heinous sabotage about to take place, I can't sit idly by and let it happen.

I start to see images of someone in my head. It's a little blurry, but I'm able to interpret this vision as a male fox with ridiculous shades and a bandana over his scalp. I think I actually have an idea of who this is, but I just can't remember his name at the moment. I have a gut feeling that he may be the key to getting me up there, but I'm not exactly sure how. He might have some skill or ability that could prove useful.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/24(Sat)21:18 No. 575685 ID: 9f5a86
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After he finishes up his work, I dismiss myself and hastily make my return outside, the sun searing my eyes for a moment. Looking around, I don't find myself at a familiar waypoint, but I can see the rise of the island in the distance and decide to follow it as a reference point.

It appears my personal mission is clear. I have to find out who this vulpine is and how I can reach him, and then I have to find a way to reach the Upper. My shift is almost over, so I can check out and proceed to carry out my plans without anyone really knowing.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/24(Sat)21:18 No. 575686 ID: 9f5a86
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Following the path far enough takes me back to the rubble pile of the warehouse. Before I can escape the rows of warehouses, I become light-headed and before I know it, I'm spacing out entirely. My vision goes black, and then I'm looking through another's eyes.

Draw your blade, you're about to be knocked on by a crowbar to your right. Once you disable him, taser the douchebag that you just eye jacked. There might be others.

But, maybe don't be too hasty either as they may just be workers with crowbars not meaning you any harm. I highly doubt it, but police protocol requires you to consider that possibly. Great, you considered it. Now it's time for action.

Ok you have one guy about to come up behind you and then one on the roof right above you and the one across the street looking at you.

Maybe if you demonstrate some powers while you are taking them down they will stop bothering you so much. That or it would make you a bigger target. Not sure how you fit into there little revolution plan.

>>575689

If you attack the hostile nearest you, that leaves you open to the one on the roof - that's probably what they are expecting you to do.

If you want to do this the fast way, dive towards the middle of the street where you'll have line of sight to the roof target and taser him. Chances are, the one nearest you will follow, putting him at risk of the roof hostile hilariously falling on him.

Even if it doesn't pan out that way, you're more than prepared to take on his crowbar with your sword.

By the time the one you have eye-jacked shows up, their tactical advantage will be gone (assuming there aren't more around).

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/25(Sun)23:11 No. 575944 ID: 9f5a86
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I'm growing tired of this nonsense. A bloodlust is fueled within me, and the flames are hot and begging for release.

> Maybe if you demonstrate some powers while you are taking them down they will stop bothering you so much.

If by powers you mean introducing my newly arrived fan base to the end of my blade, then I have that covered. Taking note of the positions of the three feranthros, I whip out my sword and swing it behind me, nearly slicing the hostile's head clean from his snakey neck.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/25(Sun)23:11 No. 575945 ID: 9f5a86
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> If you want to do this the fast way, dive towards the middle of the street where you'll have line of sight to the roof target and taser him.

I maneuver to the middle of the road with a graceful flip and reach in for my taser, but the roof-dwelling feranthro has already made his landing, missing me by at least a foot.

can you taser him? taser him, also observe body of feranthro/Luken/whatever you want to call it. Might rise soon. Just sayin', gonna want to bolt soon. Then yell to the other feranthro that the body's probably going to rise soon as use him like a living club against you, because that totally happened last time we fought one. Not that they have any sense or expect it to work, I just want to see the look on his face when he thinks about it for just a moment.

Actually, fuck call it in if you can. Dead, headless Feranthro that might rise soon. Even if we do escape, that means the abomination will be loose in the city.

>>575948
When I mean the other feranthro, I mean the one your not about to tase, because the one you're about to tase will be tased.

Looks like you're planted firmly, ready to pounce while he's off-balance with his weapon partially stuck in the ground. Overtake him and use him as a huma...feranthro-shield against the other hostile.

If he charges you anyway, just kick your shield into him and skewer them both, kebab-style.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/27(Tue)21:43 No. 576305 ID: 9f5a86
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> Looks like you're planted firmly, ready to pounce while he's off-balance with his weapon partially stuck in the ground. Overtake him and use him as a huma...feranthro-shield against the other hostile.

I launch myself off the ground with all the agility I can muster, and it proves to be too much for the feranthro to react to. I whirl around him and press my blade firmly against his throat, pulling out my taser at the same time and resting it over his right shoulder. I aim ahead and don't catch a sight of anyone else. I concentrate, hearing only the distant clanks of industrial work, the trembling breaths of my captive, and the gurgling of the writhing feranthro on the ground.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/27(Tue)21:43 No. 576306 ID: 9f5a86
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Believing there to be no one else stupid enough to toss their life away, I flip the sword and butt my shield right on the temple, knocking him out cold.

> also observe body of feranthro/Luken/whatever you want to call it.

I take a look at the now still feranthro whose neck I had sliced open, bleeding out fast. It doesn't look like he's changing, but I can't be too sure how long this process takes.

And Lukan. "Lukan." Yes. That is another thing that has suddenly appeared in my mind. That is what these freaks call themselves.

Freaks, you mean like how freaky you were when you were born, when you were one of them? Like, Jai totally mentioned that at least. Then I think you got a wiff of that thought... somehow from another source.

Should you report this on radio? We have places to be, and police might want us to hang around to explain the situation in person.
You really should get some sort of ride. Consider commandeering a vehicle.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/28(Wed)22:13 No. 576363 ID: 9f5a86
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> Freaks, you mean like how freaky you were when you were born, when you were one of them? Like, Jai totally mentioned that at least. Then I think you got a wiff of that thought... somehow from another source.

Yes. Freaks. You know, the ones that succumb to the pool of filth, reveling in crime and corruption. They're all the same, letting nothing but superstition and hatred drive them to their evil deeds. Well, I'm sick of it all, and I will see through to the very end for this cancer to be removed.

> Should you report this on radio? We have places to be, and police might want us to hang around to explain the situation in person.

Probably. It would also be a good idea since I'll be able to keep an eye on the corpse. I radio in and wait. Thirty minutes pass and I am wondering what in the hell is going on. The base is NOT that far from this industrial zone. The unconscious feranthro stirs, and I make haste to cuff him before he can pull some stupid shit.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/28(Wed)22:13 No. 576364 ID: 9f5a86
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I kid you not: FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES later I finally hear a motor in the distance.

"Stay down," I order the kneeling feranthro, giving him a rough nudge. The welcome wagon pulls in, and I am about ready to give them a stern talking to. The doors swing open.

What the fuck.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/28(Wed)22:13 No. 576365 ID: 9f5a86
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TAT TAT TAT BKAM BKAM TAT TAT!

What the fuck! I mean, I don't feel sorry for him or anything, but what the hell is driving them to just gun someone down instantly? This is too straight-forward, even for the Militia. And what the hell is a team ENTIRELY consisting of Militia doing here?!

>>576365
They're probably going to try to kill you now. I suggest finding cover.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/29(Thu)19:37 No. 576472 ID: 9f5a86
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> They're probably going to try to kill you now. I suggest finding cover.

If they truly had this motive, I would already be pumped full of lead. It already sounds like they've unloaded nearly their entire magazines into the guy. My feet are frozen solid and I can't budge.

In a mocking manner, the canid in the middle says, "Madam, you are safe now! I have vanquished the unholy one. There is no more need to fear."

The feline next to him looks over at him. "Seriously?" Someone else pops out of the vehicle and rushes in.

"Is it under control?" he says, looking frantic. The canid pats him heftily on the back and laughs.

"Chill out, kid. Just got done saving this fair mistress from the big bad feranthro."

I spit at the ground in front of him. "Save it. What the hell is going on here?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to at least thank me?" he asks, trying to sound funny.

The feline to his left clears his throat and says, "You really shouldn't be out here, Ma'am. Isn't your shift over? You need to head back to base and remain on standby for the rest of the day." Why was he so insistent on this?

I am guessing something has happened and they have a lock down in effect. Possibly nothing to do with you specifically but the situation may have gotten bad enough that they put the military in charge of things for the moment.

Whatever is up you need to get to the upper city quickly. Is your base in that direction? Maybe you could get a ride with them.

I had the man restrained and requested backup and a retrieval team. Why did you shoot him? He had no gun and was cuffed. I'm not going to thank you for straight up murdering someone who knew why they attacked me. I just needed help securing the area. This creates difficulties.

I'm out here because I was investigating out here and am getting to point Investigation point A to Base.

If they give you guff about returning to base on standby, remind them you are not only a superior officer, you are in an entirely different branch, they do NOT give you orders even if they were a higher rank and aren't to question an inquisitor, is that clear? I'll report to my superiors, and they report to theirs. They should return to their base, that's not an order, that's a suggestion. His fellow soldier is too trigger happy and will likely make another mistake and create a political incident could land the heap of them in jail. No one's going to cry over this one feranthro, but they should probably cool it before they shoot an anthro kid or something.

If you can maybe just get a bit away from earshot, you can call this in on radio and confirm militia had been sent, and that a militia soldier just executed a prisoner you apprehended and secured.

Whatever, you don't have time for these jackasses. Shove your way by them and regroup. We still need to locate Aiden and figure out what is going on.

>>576472
What the fuck you assholes!? You just ventilated a restrained prisoner! *deth*

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/31(Sat)18:44 No. 576699 ID: 9f5a86
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"He was a restrained prisoner. Why did you just open fire?" I ask with a sternness.

"Because he's a dirty fucking feranthro. You called for backup. You got it." The canid's tone is sharp and demeaning, and if I didn't know better, I'd have my blade against his throat.

"Ma'am, why don't you come with us. You might as well," the feline suggests.

I scoff and reply, "No thanks." I begin to walk away. The canid sidesteps and gets in my way.

He spreads his arms in annoyance. "So you just wasted our fuckin' time then?"

"No, you wasted MY time," I growl in his face. I nudge him aside and I storm off, heat pouring out of my ears. As confused as I am about the whole situation, I didn't want to deal with these clowns any longer.

I make my way back to base on foot, trying to think about what's going on. I've already had enough on my mind, and this whole Militia deal is a more than unwelcome addition to the pile.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/31(Sat)18:44 No. 576700 ID: 9f5a86
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Arriving at the gate, I see that it has been taken over by more Militia. In fact, there are nothing BUT Militia, even inside the base. I only see several cops in civilian clothes. Have we seriously been laid off? This bullshit is a level of bullshit that only an even higher authority could've initialized, and I have a bad feeling about what's going on.

I show the Militia at the gate my identification.

"Isn't your shift over?" he questions me.

"What business is it of yours?" I snap. He shows patience.

"You haven't received word from your Chief?"

"Should I have? I didn't get shit."

"Well, you're all on standby until the Premier says otherwise." The fucking Premier? That is a higher level than I even anticipated at first. What could someone like him have been bothered by so badly that he has to tell the entire Police force to take a break? I brush it off and go my merry way.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/31(Sat)18:44 No. 576701 ID: 9f5a86
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I feel a vibration. It's my PDA. I take it out and check my new message.

Shit.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/05/31(Sat)18:44 No. 576702 ID: 9f5a86
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I arrive at the Chief's office and take his ass-chewing.

"This is serious, Massey. I don't think you understand just how serious this is. The Premier is taking important measures here, and I can't have anybody on my roster wandering off like it's a field day! What in the hell were you doing anyway? You called in reinforcements didn't you? What sort of crazy shit did you get tangled up in? I'm telling you, Massey, I don't have the time to be dealing with whatever trouble you're unearthing. I already have enough on my plate."

This is a first. The Chief usually doesn't ding me for snooping around. I mean...that's my job, practically. Something is definitely riling him up, and I am feeling something really suspicious is going on.

I don't know what to say, we were investigating the scene of the explosion earlier and that eventually lead to a run in with undesirables, that or terrorists relating to the explosion, at this point we're unsure. The militia gunned down our restrained prisoner so we didn't get much.
What are these important measures, if there's a duty the premier needs to be done, than let's do it. We shouldn't leave it to the idiotic militia. The premier's reliance on them isn't doing the public any favors. These people should hardly be allowed to carry guns, if evidence presented is worth anything. Especially around us. But that isn't for us to really say.
If nothing else, may we be dismissed.

...Part of me wants to ask if he'd like us to 'report in' to him at a later date- given that the Primer's involved, it sounds like there's high chances of someone giving him a dressing down much like he's doing to us to keep that someone happy.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/01(Sun)20:37 No. 576820 ID: 9f5a86
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"I only responded to the alert, Chief. I went over to the site of the explosion and carried out an inspection," I explain.

"So...you were doing this for several hours? Past your normal duty hours?"

"I ran into some trouble." He sighs in annoyance at this and walks over to sit behind his desk. I try to be a little vague. "There was a bit of a scuffle and I managed to make it out. I bound one of the hostiles, but Militia rolled in and gunned him down."

The Chief, who looked pensive propping his chin on his fists, eyes me with sudden interest. He proceeds to say, "That's to be expected. The Militia don't go by the same protocol as us. They are not as loosely tied to the governing party as we are. Things like this have rarely happened. I won't go as far as to question the Premier, but I'm can't help but suspect something."

So he's being a little open with me now.

"Perhaps we should take steps to aid the Premier. The Militia doesn't exactly have the best track record of keeping the public as safe as it should be, and we're expending too much energy on smaller matters."

"That's not going to happen, Massey. Although I don't know everything myself, the Premier surely has a reason he relies on the brute force of the Militia."

It may be a stretch, but maybe I can try to get the Chief more on my side of things, and maybe even ask him some questions and attain some valuable info. Or should I not even bother?

Hmm, I believe then a representative of our branch should be sent to discuss this matter with the Premier.
The Chief doesn't have to question the Primier, no leave that to someone else. Even then, it seems like the Militia are practically holding the officer's hostage, we're not accusing anything, but such a lockdown seems ridiculous and impractical, and is even a public display of distrust towards our branch from our superiors.

Does the Premier suspect spies in our branch? Is that what it's all about?

Politically speaking, it's not going to be good for the Premier later, in the Premier's own interest AND the public's, something should be done on our part. Our career's are going to go through the shitter, the Chief's included. He can tell what's coming right? A bunch of layoffs, scapegoats, etc. If our career's are going to survive, we have to take action. It's a political play, that's what it is.

Try and aim the Chief to be more angry at his bosses more than at you, and at this situation.

Even if his hands are tied by political bullshit you want him on your side.

Make sure that you cant be overheard for the next bit before letting him know whats going on. Don't mention the fact that you are starting to develop powers but let him know that you are pretty sure the ferals have kidnapped Aiden for some horrible cult thing. They think he is some sort of reborn hero or something and not in a good way. They want to "absorb" his "powers" or something and you can guess how long he will live through whatever that is.

Get him up to date on the abominations and how several of the feral leaders seem to have dangerous levels of psychic powers. We might not be able to officially work on stuff right now but if the police leave everything to the milita there will be a bloodbath on one side or the other shortly.

Once that happens its going to just keep getting worse. Full blown riots instead of the few little ones we have seen so far. Panic in the streets once the civilians realize how bad things are. If you do not figure out whats going on soon you might not have many options left.

Finally tell him you found someone is planning to contaminate the supply of Astoga soon. You are not sure how or when but they seem to have agents all over the place. If people in the upper city start turning into ferals or floating horror monsters we would be looking at city wide panic.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/03(Tue)17:32 No. 577010 ID: 9f5a86
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> Don't mention the fact that you are starting to develop powers but let him know that you are pretty sure the ferals have kidnapped Aiden for some horrible cult thing. They think he is some sort of reborn hero or something and not in a good way. They want to "absorb" his "powers" or something and you can guess how long he will live through whatever that is.

"Chief, listen. There are crazy things going on, and these things may become a widespread danger for our entire population, both in the Upper City and here," I say. The Chief gives me his full attention. "Sergeant Aiden. He has been taken, and he is of great importance to the feranthro cult."

"Feranthro cult?"

"Yes. Sergeant Schar carries a 'power' that they crave. They plan to extract it and use it against us."

"Sergeant Schar," the Chief gazes downward thoughtfully. "He has recently gone missing."

> Get him up to date on the abominations and how several of the feral leaders seem to have dangerous levels of psychic powers. We might not be able to officially work on stuff right now but if the police leave everything to the milita there will be a bloodbath on one side or the other shortly.

I try to explain to him everything I can about the madness I've seen and alien memories I somehow recall.

"...and there will be a full-scale war across our entire island. Many will fall victim to the struggle. We may be heading towards self-destruction if we continue to let the Militia do what they want."

> Finally tell him you found someone is planning to contaminate the supply of Astoga soon. You are not sure how or when but they seem to have agents all over the place. If people in the upper city start turning into ferals or floating horror monsters we would be looking at city wide panic.

"We already know the feranthros have some sympathizers and spies in our midst. They're already planning a larger sabotage."

"Sabotage?"

"They want to poison our Astoga supplies." The Chief reels back at this, looking flabbergasted.

"Ridiculous. Where are you basing this from?" I realize that it might not sound very viable referencing from some random anthro, but I cannot make up an excuse. I hope that he will believe me.

"A supporter leaked it to me." He sighs and cups his palms on his face. "Chief, you need to believe me. We cannot just ignore something like this, even if it might be a ruse."

"What do you want me to do?" he asks. I'm taken aback by him asking me this.

"We have to communicate to the Premier that we want to help!"

"You should know he's already made up his mind about us by this temporary layback. I would be putting everyone's careers at risk if I were to try to go over his head and send my men over." I sigh deeply and try to think.

"Does he not trust us?" I think aloud.

"Perhaps if you are sure of what you say, there may be something we can do," I look up at the Chief, surprised that he's actually sharing my stance. "An undercover job. You claim to be good at those, yes?"

I just grunt, not believing him at first. "The biggest thing is getting to the Upper."

"The gates are guarded, for sure," the Chief says, sitting back in his chair. "A lure may be the best option, although right now I cannot think specifically."

"Well, they don't like feranthros, that's for sure," I say, meaning to sound funny, but then we stare at each other with mutual realization.

"You're correct. They don't." Unfortunately, I haven't made friends with any feranthro that would be willing to deal with the Militia, in fact, I haven't made any friends at all...or have I?

>>577010
I'm sure Aiden has, if not you. You should dig into his reports if the Link hasn't given you any ideas.
There's also the traitor officer you protected today, I believe you should maybe see him. You could also try going to the vending machines and contacting this Mel person, hopefully information has passed to you that lets you know that he has made the machines we all frequently used. Or that you may even recognize the name yourself once you make the connection anyway, or even ask the Chief about Mel if you can.

Shit, it might be useful to ask the Chief if he knows anything about Aiden personally. Like, who put him here and shit. There was an entire line of investigation you considered going into on his behalf anyway, if you remember at all. He asked you for a favor and to look into who brought him here.

None of these are mutually exclusive aside from checking Aiden's reports, which may waste precious time. If the Link has given you more than just the barebones information and leaked a bit more, you should know Aiden's father's name, and the fact he has his own line of support. Getting that information to the right people may be useful, like asking around the cells where some feranthro's might be held. They should be able to sense the link powers you have at least, and might be willing to help if you appear to be sympathetic. I mean, really, just start calling them Luken and you'll make fast friends. So, actually even if you DON'T have to know Aiden's father's name you might make some friends.

Oh shit, I just realized we could just let some of those bastards go right out the door and they may just take it regardless of their opinion of you. That may come at great cost later though.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/05(Thu)19:46 No. 577312 ID: 9f5a86
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> There's also the traitor officer you protected today, I believe you should maybe see him.

He would have little to no use in this.

> Or that you may even recognize the name yourself once you make the connection anyway, or even ask the Chief about Mel if you can.

"Would you happen to know the name of a male vulpine in the Upper City? Goofy-looking. Scrawny?" I ask the Chief.

"That isn't much to go by, but luckily for you, I think I know who you might be describing. Mel Schar perhaps? He used to be a part of the main research institute."

"Schar?" So he's related to Aiden?

"Yes, I believe he is Aiden's brother-in-law. They were both adopted, you see."

"Ah. Well, thanks."

"You think he might be able to help?"

"I'm not so sure yet."

> There was an entire line of investigation you considered going into on his behalf anyway, if you remember at all. He asked you for a favor and to look into who brought him here.

I have little time for that right now.

> If the Link has given you more than just the barebones information and leaked a bit more, you should know Aiden's father's name, and the fact he has his own line of support. Getting that information to the right people may be useful, like asking around the cells where some feranthro's might be held. They should be able to sense the link powers you have at least, and might be willing to help if you appear to be sympathetic. I mean, really, just start calling them Luken and you'll make fast friends. So, actually even if you DON'T have to know Aiden's father's name you might make some friends.

I'll keep this in mind for later, even if I can't quite remember that bit about his father's name just yet, although I can feel it in the back of my mind. That bit about the line of support though...it would definitely help. But right now I'm a lot more intrigued to speak to this 'Mel.'

"I need some time to think. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, Chief." With that, I take my leave and return to my office.

Only several minutes of research lead me to a profile, and I dial his number. He isn't the one who answers.

"Hellloo! Upper Primordia Police center! This is an unsecured line! How may I help you today?" A shrill voice sounds.

Yeah, you just keep being cheerful and upbeat. Life must be pretty great up there, huh?

"I would like to speak with Mel Schar."

"Okay! May I ask who is speaking?"

Fucking ditzy cunt. I would love to see how long you can last down here before you go insane. I would give it a day.

"This is Inspector Chrisa Massey of the Middle Primordia Police. I must speak with Mel Schar immediately."

"Please hold!"

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/05(Thu)19:46 No. 577313 ID: 9f5a86
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I seriously can't stand people up there. This place just eats away at you from the inside. You can't help but feel bitter.

After about a minute or so, someone answers.

"H-Hello?" a voice pips up. A tad hushed, but his pitch seems to be slightly high. Only a single word spoken and I can tell he sounds particularly nervous. This must be the guy.

Although...I actually forgot what I was going to say.

Its a unsecured line so try to avoid any dangerous talk.

Tell him that Aiden told you to contact him if you needed advice about the case you are working together on. We want to try to talk to him in a fashion that can not be listened in on without directly saying so.

Maybe ask him to meet in person? Could say for a business lunch or something.

>>577313
>>577315
Even saying as much as that's pretty risky. Anyone in the know that may be listening in could actually guess at what you're planning, then you'd be followed and attacked just like earlier. They did so once already today. Honestly, at this point, maybe being indirect would just be useless. There's also the issue of getting out TO meet him.

You could straight up ask Mel if there's a way they could contact each other securely, as this involves private matters that might not be best logged or overheard. I believe he should know what this call is about, hopefully, if what you got is anything similar to what he got.

If you can get that secure line... wait, the machines. You can pass NOTES through those machines of his. Perhaps pass the frequency of a secure radio channel on one of those notes? Too bad they can't transport YOU out of here and that he's a bit behind on that tech, but hey jury rigging some shit together might be something reserved for an insane last resort. Well, once you've secured communication, you then can start talking about Aiden, particularly if he's managed to contact him recently. A way of contact that probably resulted in a massive headache.
Now he's in danger, and there's the huge issue of poisoning the Astoga. The two of you colluding together might be able to come up with something yourselves.
I realized that the whole radio idea has merit. He's in Upper City, he might be able to somehow LIFT the standby order with a bit of hacker's ingenuity. If not him, well he is a nerd, he might have a hacker friend. If not lift the order, one could make fake reports of feranthro activity to stretch the militia patrols around here thin enough. Then you sneak out. However you do it, once you're out, you can get to the Upper City somehow. There's also faking being a civilian to get out. You'd have to get really creative.

I'm just spewing out ideas at this point. The main reason we wanted to talk to Mel was to make contact with the Upper City somehow, and broaden our options. Possibly learn if Mel's made any moves or plans of his own. Even if we're stuck here because we can only come up with stupid ideas, we can at least operate through Mel on the secure channel.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/07(Sat)21:24 No. 577679 ID: 9f5a86
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> You can pass NOTES through those machines of his. Perhaps pass the frequency of a secure radio channel on one of those notes?

"Um. Hello. This is Inspector Massey. Is this Mel Schar?" my voice breaks a bit, my thoughts keeping me occupied.

"Y-Yes. Is there something wrong?" I sit in awkward silence for what seems like a whole minute, trying to figure out my next course of action.

"I'm going to send something through your Vendor," I reply bluntly.

"What? I mean, uh, you can try...but I haven't fully completed that function at the moment. Right now it's only one-way."

"Then how do I switch it over?"

"Uhh...it probably has to do with some wires? I mean, it's been a whi-" I hang up, skeptical on just how safe we are conversing with each other like this. I have to make haste and send him the secured frequency I have.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/07(Sat)21:24 No. 577680 ID: 9f5a86
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I make my way out and to the closest Vendor. I analyze the machine, trying not to look suspicious to the dimwit soldiers marching about. I move along the side to discover some panel covers. I take one off with ease and inspect the depression beneath. I'm not exactly an electrician, but maybe I'll be able to figure this out. I think Mel got the picture anyway. I'm sure he doesn't leave this sort of thing enabled so that anyone can send him anything, but hopefully by now he's made the adjustments.

>>577680
IN OUT DEBUG
Hmm, lets go debug mode by switching that wire to it and see what functions pop up on the screen. I'm just going to assume the normal OUT function is going to not work at all, while debug should get you access to experimental functions of the machine.
If it's a bunch of hooplah you can't understand, switch to out.
Hopefully your computer literate enough to navigate a UI on your own. These machines have functional, minimalist UI on normal mode. I'm sure he's sent experimental drivers to these machines to allow for sending, and installed a proper UI.
But if not, well do the standard DOS prompts
>help
>[insert relevant command here]
that sort of thing

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/10(Tue)18:28 No. 578097 ID: 9f5a86
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> Hmm, lets go debug mode by switching that wire to it and see what functions pop up on the screen.

I do so. I go back to the screen and am treated to a ridiculous wall of random text and numbers. I head back and swap the plug to the "out" connector instead.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/10(Tue)18:28 No. 578098 ID: 9f5a86
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That's a lot better.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/10(Tue)18:28 No. 578099 ID: 9f5a86
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I slip a small piece of paper into the receiver pod. The frequency is written on the paper. Hopefully if this is to malfunction, this flimsy little thing won't cause much damage to it. I select the "Teleport" button and the pod begins to whir and tremble as if it were a washing machine. Once it stops I open it back up. The paper is gone.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/10(Tue)18:28 No. 578100 ID: 9f5a86
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I head back to my office, keeping an ear open for feedback from my radio. Once I step inside, I can hear slight static growing louder. I set the radio on my desk and open my wardrobe. I'm going to have to put on civilian clothes for an increased sense of subtlety. I slip my sword into a sheath and strap it around my body so that the clothes will layer over it. It may not be the best thing to take along, since it will undoubtedly raise suspicion, but I am not leaving it behind. Not right now.

I can hear a voice barely trying to emerge from the sea of static.

"Hello?" I can hear. "Hello. Is this working?" His voice is becoming more clear. That did it. We're now on a secured line.

"I read you. Can you read me?"

"Yes, I can. Who are you and what's going on?"

"Calm down. I already told you. I am Inspector Chrisa Massey of the Middle Primordia Police."

"What do you want?" he asks curtly.

"I want your cooperation. I assume you're familiar with Aiden Schar?"

He pauses for a while and replies, "Yes."

"Did you get in touch with him recently?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It may have involved a headache. Voices? Visions?"

He sighs deeply. "Oh my God.. are you serious?"

"Dead serious. This is not a prank call," I state assuringly.

"No...I mean - Jeez. I knew there was something screwy about this. It's starting to come to me...but I don't know how. I never remembered any of this. It's like I just had a really bad trip."

"I have also received memories I didn't know were mine." I take a deep breath, somehow almost not believing my own words. "It must be Aiden."

"What? What about him?"

"This may sound strange, Mel," I start, grimacing, "but Aiden may have...called out to us. There's a reason you and I somehow know about each other all of a sudden. There is some kind of a link."

"A link?"

"Look, let's get down to it. You are in danger, as well as everyone else up there. The feranthros are trying to poison the Astoga supplies."

"What?! Where did this come from? Are you kidding me?"

"I wouldn't kid about this, Mel. What we have to do right now is meet. Then we can formulate a plan."

"R-right. Umm...we can meet at this cafe near the police station. Uh, do you know where that is?"

"I'll find it," I say. "Keep in touch. I'm heading out." I finish putting on my clothes and make my way to the first control point.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/10(Tue)18:29 No. 578101 ID: 9f5a86
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Upon arrival I see there are a few soldiers on watch, as I predicted. To my left I see a feranthro huddled up in an alleyway, giving nasty looks to the soldiers on watch. This may be my lucky day. How should I approach her?

If you can do something about the soldiers she might be more open to talking to you. There are plenty of feral sympathizers around so if you can pretend to be one it might help.

I would avoid directly confronting the soldiers until you get a read on them. The ones before where a bit creepy and willing to gun down anything in sight.

Go hassle the soldiers. Act like you are a surly civilian and give them crap about scaring the children and bothering the local ferals.

>>578101
Raise a hand to the feranthro, whisper "Hey Luken", show some cash as you approach the feranthro. Ask it to distract the militia whatever way it can. Long enough you can walk through. Probably just bump into one as he runs past should be enough. They probably won't shoot him for that, probably try and beat him up at most. Probably.

If he does get shot, whatever. He's angry looking and probably up to no good. But he probably won't pass it up as long as you know their real name.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/12(Thu)17:49 No. 578407 ID: 9f5a86
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> I would avoid directly confronting the soldiers until you get a read on them.

> Raise a hand to the feranthro, whisper "Hey Luken", show some cash as you approach the feranthro.

I go over to the disgruntled feranthro. She looks up at me with surprise, shuffling around nervously. I'm going to have to try and use her to distract the soldiers. I slowly pull out some currency and show it to the feranthro nonchalantly.

"Luken," I greet her. Her eyes grow wide and she continues to stare at me, speechless. Looks like that worked a little bit in helping her get comfortable with me. Or maybe the exact opposite just happened.

"How...do you know that word?" she asks quietly. Excellent. I'll just have to somehow communicate with her that I'm on her side, if that hasn't happened already.

"I must get past the checkpoint. Would you be able to help me?"

She seems to ignore my request and continues, "Only THEY know that word. But...I had a terrible feeling just now. An omen. It's the man that aided me...he..."

"Look, miss, what we have to focus on right now is the checkpoint and the impending danger above. A group of feranthros want to destroy everything here and I have been chosen to stop it."

She gazes at me in confusion. "You? How are you special?" This is getting annoying. I once again jingle the Currency in front of her. Suddenly she gives me a small snarl, causing me to jerk my hand back. "I don't care for your money."

Was that not enough to convince her? The whole "Luken" deal? What else do I have to do to convince her to risk her life for me to sneak past?

She seems to have a connection to Aiden. Tell her that he sent you a message and you need to get into the upper city to help him.

Ask her if she felt anything a little while ago. She might have picked up some of the message he sent out.

I was chosen because I have the tools and the resources. Also, the man you're talking about knew me and contacted me through the link. I am not special. Just the right woman for the right job. Just like your the right woman for this job. You think this was coincidence that we came to one another at this place, knowing who we do and what we know? That's fate. Either you're here to stop me, or here to help me. It all comes down to what you want, Luken. And who's side you're on.

Caelus needs you.

Just bullshit, use your nicer Inquistor skills on her. The ones where you pretend to be something other than a cop that's trying to get a confession. Aiden might not or might be the one you're both referring to, who knows, who cares. Just convince her your related to the man that helped her. Even if you have to sound a little stupid.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/14(Sat)19:55 No. 578661 ID: 9f5a86
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> She seems to have a connection to Aiden. Tell her that he sent you a message and you need to get into the upper city to help him.

> Also, the man you're talking about knew me and contacted me through the link.

I try to coax her this time by mentioning Aiden. That must be the man she's taking about, considering she had a "terrible feeling" recently.

"I have a connection with the person who helped you. His name is Aiden, or uh, Caelus," my tongue gets a little twisted. "But anyway, I had an overwhelming feeling as well not too long ago. He must be calling out to us. Look, I might not be special, but maybe that's for the better. We both seem to be perfect for the job, if you really think on it."

She looks away, thoughtful. I might be getting to her.

I continue to play with her conscious, "You are a piece of this plan, but it really comes down to what you want, Luken." I add the 'Luken,' as it seems to affect her. "We all need you for this to take a good turn for everyone here."

The feranthro looks to her left suddenly. Through my peripherals, I can see the two soldiers approaching us. I assume since they just left their post, they're pretty confident the gate is secured.

"Excuse me," one of them speaks up. "Is this feranthro bothering you, miss?"

The other sneers, "Yeah. This one's been acting suspicious. You've been sitting here giving us the eye every once so often, haven't you?"

"No, sirs, I was bothering her."

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/15(Sun)13:14 No. 578734 ID: 9f5a86
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I simply respond, "No, I went and bothered her, Sirs. Nothing to worry about." I see the feranthro slowly look over at me, as if looking for me to be able to read her mind, as her next action would clearly demonstrate.

She jumps up and launches her foot at the feline soldier's face. The swiftness and power of her strike causes his face shield to break and dazes him.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/15(Sun)13:14 No. 578735 ID: 9f5a86
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Before the other soldier can react, the feranthro leaps forward with amazing speed, tackling the canid down. She gets right back up and sprints into the alleyway. The canid lifts himself onto his feet and runs after her.

"Get on your feet, Herman! She's getting away!" he says as he disappears into the alley. The feline gets up, but is obviously still a bit dizzy. He hesitates to go into the alley for a moment. His back is turned to me.

Whelp, that was easy. Don't mind me, sirs!

Seriously, go. It's definitely not like you to hesitate.

LEave

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/15(Sun)17:18 No. 578765 ID: 9f5a86
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> Seriously, go. It's definitely not like you to hesitate.

I hesitated because I was thinking whether to knock him out or not. This taser is very effective if you hit them in the right spot. It might sound crazy, but it's not like he would have ever really known it was me, especially in his daze.

He pulls out a little object and presses the button on it. I can hear a loud buzz from my right, toward the gate. The feline soldier then runs into the alley.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/15(Sun)17:18 No. 578766 ID: 9f5a86
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I approach the gate and see that they've set up this whole forcefield system that wasn't here before, and of course it's activated. That must be what the button did. It makes me wonder why they didn't have it activated at all times, but it may be because of the large amount of energy it uses up. Either way, I should probably hurry and find out how to deactivate it.

Ah. Well fuck. Throw some dirt on it. Does the dirt vaporize or bounce off?

Ok are there any gaps by the emitter side? Looks like they just screwed it to the wall and called it good. You could try tazing the emitter parts but that might end up badly.

You could also try mind fuckery and see if you can flip the off switch if the device has one. Or just mind crush the thing if you can pull that off. It might end up with you half unconscious so be careful.

>>578766
get up to the rooftops, from the looks of it that force-field is probably just a super-expensive electric fence, meaning that if we get above it it won't bug us.

Radio Mel, he might know about weaknesses to the force field. He might have helped build it since he's part of research. Or have schematics and understanding of it somewhere as part of his business..

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/16(Mon)17:45 No. 578893 ID: 9f5a86
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> get up to the rooftops, from the looks of it that force-field is probably just a super-expensive electric fence, meaning that if we get above it it won't bug us.

That would almost be too easy. I would have to circle around a good distance to even think about being able to climb the cliffs surrounding this gate.

> Ok are there any gaps by the emitter side? Looks like they just screwed it to the wall and called it good. You could try tazing the emitter parts but that might end up badly.

I take a look, and indeed there is a bit of a gap. I might be able to short something in the machine on the other side with my last taser pack. Probably not a good idea, but I have to do something before more grunts come over to check things out. I shove the taser into the gap as far as I can and point it at the machine. I fire and the pack lands with a loud metallic clank. A sharp electrical buzz sounds and is eventually followed by alarmingly loud pops. The smell of burnt electronics fills the area fast as metal shards and thick smog shoot out of the machine. I can see the barely visible field coming from the emitter slowly fading.

Suddenly, the battery pack on my taser takes a shit and explodes. I feel a sharp surge of pain run down my lower arm and I drop the taser. It's totaled, and now I have just received electric burn. Fuck it. There's little time to dwell on whether this was the best approach.

End of Chapter 2 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2014/06/16(Mon)17:45 No. 578894 ID: 9f5a86
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I run fast, my aim true. More than ever right now I feel an intense obligation. It's up to me and the foxboy to take down this cancer on our society. Whether anybody knows about the impending shitstorm or not, I'm going to do everything in my ability to whittle down their efforts. If these assholes think they can destroy our civilization under my nose, they don't know what's coming.

You dropped evidence
No! No! They can get your fingerprints from that taser!
Massey! Massey! MASSEY!