[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: Roger.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Alright, breach.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Uh.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 raises his sidearm at the Oh-Two, his voice rising into a roar.
[YELL] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Unit, on the floor, now. Hands above your head.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 snaps, freezing in place.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: On the ground.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 is standing with his mask off, one side of his face bruised badly.
[YELL] CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: On the ground.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 promptly goes to his knees, putting his hands behind his head. "What a rollercoaster."
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: /em shifted around Rachel, having a good look around, head swivelling left and right.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 did this too.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 slowly turns to the Commander before sluggishly falling to his knees. He places his hands behind his helmet. His shallow, ragged breaths are distorted by his vocoder.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 steps forward, quiet as a jungle cat. His finger gently rests against the trigger.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: 373, get his arms.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: /em slung his shotgun, safety on.
[Chinese, Whisper] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: Fuck.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 needs to stop fucking doing that.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 turns his head, dumbstruck, to look at the unit beside him.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 stepped forth, producing some plasticuffs -- the more durable ilk. He moved to restrain 013 with them.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Sir...?
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 is shaking in his boots-- literally.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 doesn't mind as long as he doesn't shake the wrong way, really.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 glances momentarily over to 096 "Brush yourself down, cover the entrance.".
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CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 stood upright, lording over his new prize. His shotgun found itself in his hands once more.
[Chinese] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: It doesn't have to be like this. Please. I was just trying to help him.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 pleads.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: Speak English.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 smartly holsters his sidearm, hopefully not causing as much of a scene.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: I was trying to help. Please.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 takes a moment to process the command, but obeys. He picks himself up, still somewhat confused. He picks up his mask from the floor as he does so and clips it back on.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: He's uh...begging, sir.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 set his sights on a most profane piece of artwork.
[YELL] CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: Move along.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 then steps forward, each step almost a quiet tiptoe, before he drops onto his haunches, squatting in front of 013.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 croaks through his mask.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 lowers his voice to a soft whisper, observing the Oh-Two through his faceless mask.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 unclips his stunbaton and turns to face the door, trying not to give away the fact he's far more interested in what's going on behind him than in front.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 levelled his shotgun...
[Chinese] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: If you ever lay a finger on one of my JUDGE units again, I will personally merit your suitability for the Patriot Bay program.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Ah, no.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Not today.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 steps forward to usher the newcomer out.
dad suicided!
[Chinese] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: A nice strong body like yours would be perfect to butcher for some transhumanist research.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Judge business.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Good boy.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 closes the door behind him.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 glances back over his shoulder at the Oh-Four, before looking back.
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: I mean feel free to /me
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 's shaking actually subsides by a hair. His breathing through the vocoder is still erratic, however.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: Y-Y-Ye.... yes.
CCA.C9-JURY.04.04055 grumbles into his vo-coder. Once the door is closed, the grunt turns and mumbles obscenities.
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JURY.04.04055: close
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: :)
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Now... did you do this of your own accord, Oh-Two?
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: No. No no no no. Of course not. Training Officer told me.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: I had to put on show. Metropolice stick together.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669 moves back to his original position, looking behind him to make sure he doesn't trip up. He sneaks a glance at the situation, but stays quiet.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 cocks his head to one side.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Do they? I'd happily tear you apart if your commander wouldn't object.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 croaks, trying to fumble words through his mask, but the words remain trapped in his throat.
[ADMIN] CCA.C9-JURY.04.04055: hey good pals think i can have a toolgun
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 slowly eases himself back up, stretching and letting out a hiss of breath through his mask.
] -duck
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Get to your feet. You're a disgrace.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 climbs over himself out of the dirt. He stands, hands still bound.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 holsters his sidearm and sighs "Right, tell me the digits of this Training Officer. We'll remind him to not set JURY units to discipline us.".
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: As for you - you're going to turn in your baton. If you want to act like an animal, you will beat like an animal.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: Nine-oh-three-oh-se--eight.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 bows his head a little. He's glad his wearing a mask.
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: hes
Revolver Deadmon! was killed by worldspawn
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Hmph. I hate these unassigned TOs... 373, grab his baton.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 turned, left hand extending to grab the unit's baton. The issued one.
(CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347) It slinks out of it's holster easily. Dried blood remains on it's electric head.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 inspects the baton... Its head in particular.
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Oh god, I heard about the whole context with the beating
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: That's fucking tragic
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: <3 u 013
(CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347) It's likely 96's.
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Love your comrades, hate your commanders, eh?
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: the world is a harsh place
[LOOC] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: jinroh
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: Whose blood is this?
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 motions to the uniform behind the Officer.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: His.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 silently holstered the baton.
[WHISPER] CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Be lucky we don't add yours to it...
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: /
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 bows his head further.
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CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 quietly curses and turns around, letting out a sigh. He's not so much a force of pure wrath, but has cooled down to irritated command unit.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Now, I'm going to give you the priviledge of using your firearm in extreme circumstances for self-defense. I don't want some incompetant, piece of shit JURY rat dying on my watch.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 remains silent. His head is bowed horizontally. His hands remain bounded.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: You will report all discharges to me, however. You will hand your pistol to my office at the end of shift, not the Quartermaster, and I will personally count every bullet you fire.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: If I hear about one dead citizen due to a trigger-happy Oh-Two, or see one round that you have not reported, I will make you regret the day you chose to enlist, unit.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 found his new scapegoat.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 speaks up after a long moment of agonizing silence.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347: Yes.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 nods and glances over 013's shoulder at his fellow Oh-Two "Let him go. He's been tied for long enough.".
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 turned with that -- removing a knife from the concealment of his vest, applying it to the ties.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 schink. He sheathed it once more, both hands on his shotgunny-gun-gun.
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CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 allows his hands to fall to their sides. His vocoder emits quiet white noise.
CCA.C9-JURY.02.01347 remains bowed.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302 steps back, and snaps his fingers. He turns on his heel, and without another word, begins to pace off.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Thank you, sir.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Hm. This issue needs to be brought up amongst Field Command.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 slings his shit.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: 902 will recieve a formal notice from our Commander telling him the protocol for disciplining our units.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: After all, only JUDGE knows how to conduct a beating properly.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.04.09669: Here here. I'll leave it in your capable hands, sir.
(CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302) It sounds like a lighthearted joke, but the Officer's tone is anything but jovial.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333 simply stood.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.OfC.45302: Right, go on, you two.
CCA.C9-JUDGE.02.37333: Sir.