Jul 19, 2022 21:48:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2022 21:48:14 GMT -5
The brisk winds of North City, infamous for causing a year-round chill... had no effect on Sugar. Even dressed in her multipurpose idol AND heroing outfit (which definitely didn't cover her entire body) with her skin(?) facing the icy gale, she was comfortable. One of the many advantages Majin biology had over most species. Yet this was no time to admire her well-insulated magical form! Sugar was perched atop a shuttered office building, peaking over the edge suspiciously. The night was young, and the moon was new, making it hard to determine what was going on down below, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out. Rumors had been flying lately about alien technology (thanks West City) flooding the black market and falling into the hands of criminals. She hadn't been a fan of the PTO's barely disguised takeover of an entire city for WHATEVER slimy reason they had, the Oozaru attack only a month prior not helping tensions. And now the advanced technology they had promised had come. Yet instead of improving Earthlings' lives, it was killing them.
High-powered weaponry was dangerous enough when used en masse by actual armed forces, but a bunch of yahoos with the minimal amount of intelligence needed to operate it? Misfires and core explosions were common, and that was almost even more dangerous than gangs using it for mugging! Now that would be problematic to citizens on its own, but a lot of the high-tech gear ended up conveniently missing from the crime scenes or evidence lockers... alongside loads of ill-gotten gains. Sugar was no ace detective. Her specialty was more in being loud, uplifting, and impossible for regular Earthlings to kill no matter HOW well armed they were. The squad cars, three in number, surrounded the latest violent crime. Strangely - or perhaps not due to her growing suspicions - the lights and sirens were off as the coat-wearing officers surrounded the area. It had been some scuffle between rival criminal organizations, ending up with men from both sides dead with duffels of cash and blasters left behind.
And what better way to confirm these guys were crooked cops than for them to start sweeping up the scene, splitting the money and weapons as evenly as they could among the six officers. This would typically be the part where Sugar would drop down and KICK their butts to stop this dastardly behavior, but if rumors were to be believed, this operation had grown out of control. It encompassed multiple precincts and potentially dozens of corrupt cops, and punching the lights out of six would make the rest a lot more careful in the future. Sugar WAS formally permitted to make 'upgraded citizen's arrests' on criminals, acknowledging her work as a Hero without explicitly making the Majin a governmental official. The privilege had been earned over a very long time, over fifty years ago now, and had been grandfathered into the new code of conduct for many law enforcement agencies as the years passed. Sugar was one of the few lucky 'aliens' that was considered a real Earthling by the people living there due to her long tenure and history of service.
"Hm?" It looked like the men were about to make their getaway, and she had no way of knowing if they'd be traveling together or not. Luckily, Sugar had developed a somewhat effective method of solving situations like these! With three rapid flicks, Sugar dislodged tiny globs of white flesh from her own body, the holes mending themselves automatically. Each of the cop cars present would find itself a few grams heavier as Sugar's improvised tracking came into play. Despite being divorced from her main body, the Majin could still vaguely feel where chunks of her body were at any given time. As the cars sped off, she determined two were traveling pretty close together while the third was headed back towards the station, no doubt to claim their paltry share of the illegal goods was all that had been recovered. "Good for nothing..." Huffing, the Majin leaped from her rooftop, bounding across buildings with powerful jumps in hot pursuit of the remaining two cars. Their sirens were on, for now, speeding through the streets and causing any civilian traffic to make way for them. While it wasn't nearly as big a crime as racketeering, misusing police lights for their own criminal activities was a bold insult!
It had been a long minute since she had last actively used her strength, Sugar finding it a bit weird to settle into it once again. She COULD fly if the situation demanded it, and her regeneration was as potent as ever, but everything just felt sluggish. That was how it always was when she came out of a break, and it wouldn't stay like that for long. "Ech, no more of that!" Pushing the ominous and foreboding thoughts from her head, Sugar focused her attention on her targets as they peeled into a row of condemned warehouses. Any civilian passerby would simply assume they were on regular police duty, but Sugar knew that these particular places usually ran clean of any operations thanks in part to HER efforts. Ordinary criminals, ones who had been in the game long enough, knew to avoid them. These goobers didn't. A confident smirk spread across the woman's face as she landed on street level, stretchy legs touching down first as her body followed closely behind like a slinky.
Creeping along the exterior wall, Sugar made good use of her elasticity to stretch her head high enough to peer through the grime-coated windows. The criminals in blue had stashed their cars in the parking bays, steel doors closed behind them. And while the view through the small panes wasn't very good, it was enough for Sugar to be baffled. A series of cheap folding tables had been set up in the middle of the building, piles of cash set atop it with makeshift racks for the weapons not too far away. The sorry state of the place either meant these guys were THAT overconfident and stupid, or it was just a temporary holding site before another step took the goods, distributing and storing them far better than the ground crew could. The four men from the cars she had been following entered, dumping their shares out for another six to look over. The latter didn't look to be cops given the lack of uniform - white and black suits favored in their place.
Were these officers possibly making elicit deals with a more extensive criminal organization? Sugar couldn't precisely determine WHY they'd be so willing to give up large cuts of the treasure to men who would easily kill them without mercy. Still, she couldn't let the officers leave - that'd split her necessary attention between them, the ones at the precinct, and then the criminals at this warehouse. The Majin took on a determined glare, bursting through the stone wall like a wrecking ball - leaving a Sugar-shaped gaping hole in her wake. "Not so fast, you CRIMINALS!" She'd rush two of the corrupt cops first, bonking their heads together with just enough force to knock them out cold WITHOUT causing permanent brain damage (she had extensive experience)! The remaining crooks were quick to pull blasters on her, opening fire. If she had been a regular ol' human, the golf-ball-sized holes blown through her body would've been lethal. Good thing she wasn't! The superficial wounds sealed themselves as soon as they were made, Sugar diving to take cover behind a stack of concrete tubes. While the attacks wouldn't kill her, constantly getting blown apart did a number on the Majin's concentration.
"I don't THINK so, buster!" She'd spring up, rainbow-hued arcs of electricity dancing across her fingertips as they sprang forth. The weapons in two of the men's hands hissed, internal mechanisms seizing up as they were pumped full of unprotected volts. One of them cursed, running off towards the back of the warehouse while the remainder re-armed themselves and continued laying down fire. Her cover quickly deteriorated as the hail of blaster fire punched through the rebar-strengthened tubes, Sugar moving to re-engage in melee. This time she was more prepared, body shifting and stretching in strange ways to avoid individual shots. A sweeping leg caught the five in front of her, bringing them down to the ground. Pausing to zap each of them individually with a small jolt of energy to ensure they were down for the count, Sugar adjusted her goggles and looked towards where the last man had run off. Had he fled entirely? It didn't seem likely, given that she still vaguely felt his energy in the immediate area. "Alright, buddy! Come on out and surrender for me; your pals are already taken care of." They never made things easy if even things were not in their favor. Maybe this time it'd be different-
"WAAH!" A metallic claw RIPPED through the concrete floor, grasping Sugar's ankle and flailing her around like a rubber chicken. The repeated series of blunt blows left the Majin slightly disorientated, Sugar slipping free of the grapple. Premade hole already in place, the alien mecha clawed through fully, rising to a ten-foot armored monstrosity with complimentary back-cannon. "That's not gonna stop me! Your regular weapons didn't even-" Cut off by a SURGE of energy, the mecha blasted her straight on with an intense emerald ray! Unlike the physical attacks, this one packed more of a punch. Sugar was flung RIGHT back out of the warehouse, crashing through the wall a few feet away from her entryway and spilling out onto the street. The Majin huffed, brushing stray bits of rubble from her outfit and wobbly standing back up. "Well, that didn't feel too-" The mecha followed suit, EXPLODING out of the metal thatch roof and loosing another gigantic blast, crushing Sugar down into the asphalt, energy punching a three-foot deep crater. "-Good." The riled-up machine was ready to do it a THIRD time, but this time the ray of destruction was met with a crackling barrier of pure energy. Sugar floated up from the crater, one arm powering her defense as she pushed it back. "Alright, that's ENOUGH!"
The cannon went on cooldown, prompting the Majin to fly straight ahead towards the mecha's core! Her empowered body was more than enough to rip through the armor, a bewildered criminal getting yanked from his seat along the way as the trashed mecha exploded behind them. Sugar brought the man down to the ground, careful to not harm the regular Earthling as she flicked his forehead, knocking him out. Huffing, the woman rifled through the cops' pockets, fishing out a few pairs of handcuffs that summarily went around the wrists of all the criminals present. Most of the money and weaponry were scattered thanks to the battle, Sugar pinching her noise and materializing her phone. It was time to make a call to the chief! An overworked and underpaid man who already had his hands full dealing with murders and armored robberies, let alone trying to weed out corruption. Hopefully, he'd appreciate her making some progress on the case, even if there were still some loose ends to sweep up. Speaking of which...
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"Chief, we're tellin' ya, Jones and I have nothing to do with this-" The sight of a flamboyantly dressed white-skinned popstar striding into the central police station and glaring angrily at two officers, in particular, would be weird on an average day. It was even more bizarre given that it was midnight, and the two in question were already grilled for their potential involvement in corruption after Sugar had already called in good cops to the warehouses. "Uh, NO, you bozos. Those are definitely the other two at the scene, chief! Them bringing back a slice of the loot proves that." Getting proof that they were involved in THIS particular case for the courts would be challenging, but opening an investigation would lead to a tumbling house of cards thanks to their sloppy work. This conclusion wasn't a very satisfying one, and Sugar couldn't help but feel a lot of the corruption had weaseled away from justice for now, but if criminals were known for anything it was returning to do the same dumb shit they've done before. "I'll leave you to sort it out, chief. I obviously won't of be much further help here, but I'm glad I could help in the field." She wouldn't save the world just by stopping a few corrupt officers, but every bit of help could go a long way.
TWC: 2,108
High-powered weaponry was dangerous enough when used en masse by actual armed forces, but a bunch of yahoos with the minimal amount of intelligence needed to operate it? Misfires and core explosions were common, and that was almost even more dangerous than gangs using it for mugging! Now that would be problematic to citizens on its own, but a lot of the high-tech gear ended up conveniently missing from the crime scenes or evidence lockers... alongside loads of ill-gotten gains. Sugar was no ace detective. Her specialty was more in being loud, uplifting, and impossible for regular Earthlings to kill no matter HOW well armed they were. The squad cars, three in number, surrounded the latest violent crime. Strangely - or perhaps not due to her growing suspicions - the lights and sirens were off as the coat-wearing officers surrounded the area. It had been some scuffle between rival criminal organizations, ending up with men from both sides dead with duffels of cash and blasters left behind.
And what better way to confirm these guys were crooked cops than for them to start sweeping up the scene, splitting the money and weapons as evenly as they could among the six officers. This would typically be the part where Sugar would drop down and KICK their butts to stop this dastardly behavior, but if rumors were to be believed, this operation had grown out of control. It encompassed multiple precincts and potentially dozens of corrupt cops, and punching the lights out of six would make the rest a lot more careful in the future. Sugar WAS formally permitted to make 'upgraded citizen's arrests' on criminals, acknowledging her work as a Hero without explicitly making the Majin a governmental official. The privilege had been earned over a very long time, over fifty years ago now, and had been grandfathered into the new code of conduct for many law enforcement agencies as the years passed. Sugar was one of the few lucky 'aliens' that was considered a real Earthling by the people living there due to her long tenure and history of service.
"Hm?" It looked like the men were about to make their getaway, and she had no way of knowing if they'd be traveling together or not. Luckily, Sugar had developed a somewhat effective method of solving situations like these! With three rapid flicks, Sugar dislodged tiny globs of white flesh from her own body, the holes mending themselves automatically. Each of the cop cars present would find itself a few grams heavier as Sugar's improvised tracking came into play. Despite being divorced from her main body, the Majin could still vaguely feel where chunks of her body were at any given time. As the cars sped off, she determined two were traveling pretty close together while the third was headed back towards the station, no doubt to claim their paltry share of the illegal goods was all that had been recovered. "Good for nothing..." Huffing, the Majin leaped from her rooftop, bounding across buildings with powerful jumps in hot pursuit of the remaining two cars. Their sirens were on, for now, speeding through the streets and causing any civilian traffic to make way for them. While it wasn't nearly as big a crime as racketeering, misusing police lights for their own criminal activities was a bold insult!
It had been a long minute since she had last actively used her strength, Sugar finding it a bit weird to settle into it once again. She COULD fly if the situation demanded it, and her regeneration was as potent as ever, but everything just felt sluggish. That was how it always was when she came out of a break, and it wouldn't stay like that for long. "Ech, no more of that!" Pushing the ominous and foreboding thoughts from her head, Sugar focused her attention on her targets as they peeled into a row of condemned warehouses. Any civilian passerby would simply assume they were on regular police duty, but Sugar knew that these particular places usually ran clean of any operations thanks in part to HER efforts. Ordinary criminals, ones who had been in the game long enough, knew to avoid them. These goobers didn't. A confident smirk spread across the woman's face as she landed on street level, stretchy legs touching down first as her body followed closely behind like a slinky.
Creeping along the exterior wall, Sugar made good use of her elasticity to stretch her head high enough to peer through the grime-coated windows. The criminals in blue had stashed their cars in the parking bays, steel doors closed behind them. And while the view through the small panes wasn't very good, it was enough for Sugar to be baffled. A series of cheap folding tables had been set up in the middle of the building, piles of cash set atop it with makeshift racks for the weapons not too far away. The sorry state of the place either meant these guys were THAT overconfident and stupid, or it was just a temporary holding site before another step took the goods, distributing and storing them far better than the ground crew could. The four men from the cars she had been following entered, dumping their shares out for another six to look over. The latter didn't look to be cops given the lack of uniform - white and black suits favored in their place.
Were these officers possibly making elicit deals with a more extensive criminal organization? Sugar couldn't precisely determine WHY they'd be so willing to give up large cuts of the treasure to men who would easily kill them without mercy. Still, she couldn't let the officers leave - that'd split her necessary attention between them, the ones at the precinct, and then the criminals at this warehouse. The Majin took on a determined glare, bursting through the stone wall like a wrecking ball - leaving a Sugar-shaped gaping hole in her wake. "Not so fast, you CRIMINALS!" She'd rush two of the corrupt cops first, bonking their heads together with just enough force to knock them out cold WITHOUT causing permanent brain damage (she had extensive experience)! The remaining crooks were quick to pull blasters on her, opening fire. If she had been a regular ol' human, the golf-ball-sized holes blown through her body would've been lethal. Good thing she wasn't! The superficial wounds sealed themselves as soon as they were made, Sugar diving to take cover behind a stack of concrete tubes. While the attacks wouldn't kill her, constantly getting blown apart did a number on the Majin's concentration.
"I don't THINK so, buster!" She'd spring up, rainbow-hued arcs of electricity dancing across her fingertips as they sprang forth. The weapons in two of the men's hands hissed, internal mechanisms seizing up as they were pumped full of unprotected volts. One of them cursed, running off towards the back of the warehouse while the remainder re-armed themselves and continued laying down fire. Her cover quickly deteriorated as the hail of blaster fire punched through the rebar-strengthened tubes, Sugar moving to re-engage in melee. This time she was more prepared, body shifting and stretching in strange ways to avoid individual shots. A sweeping leg caught the five in front of her, bringing them down to the ground. Pausing to zap each of them individually with a small jolt of energy to ensure they were down for the count, Sugar adjusted her goggles and looked towards where the last man had run off. Had he fled entirely? It didn't seem likely, given that she still vaguely felt his energy in the immediate area. "Alright, buddy! Come on out and surrender for me; your pals are already taken care of." They never made things easy if even things were not in their favor. Maybe this time it'd be different-
"WAAH!" A metallic claw RIPPED through the concrete floor, grasping Sugar's ankle and flailing her around like a rubber chicken. The repeated series of blunt blows left the Majin slightly disorientated, Sugar slipping free of the grapple. Premade hole already in place, the alien mecha clawed through fully, rising to a ten-foot armored monstrosity with complimentary back-cannon. "That's not gonna stop me! Your regular weapons didn't even-" Cut off by a SURGE of energy, the mecha blasted her straight on with an intense emerald ray! Unlike the physical attacks, this one packed more of a punch. Sugar was flung RIGHT back out of the warehouse, crashing through the wall a few feet away from her entryway and spilling out onto the street. The Majin huffed, brushing stray bits of rubble from her outfit and wobbly standing back up. "Well, that didn't feel too-" The mecha followed suit, EXPLODING out of the metal thatch roof and loosing another gigantic blast, crushing Sugar down into the asphalt, energy punching a three-foot deep crater. "-Good." The riled-up machine was ready to do it a THIRD time, but this time the ray of destruction was met with a crackling barrier of pure energy. Sugar floated up from the crater, one arm powering her defense as she pushed it back. "Alright, that's ENOUGH!"
The cannon went on cooldown, prompting the Majin to fly straight ahead towards the mecha's core! Her empowered body was more than enough to rip through the armor, a bewildered criminal getting yanked from his seat along the way as the trashed mecha exploded behind them. Sugar brought the man down to the ground, careful to not harm the regular Earthling as she flicked his forehead, knocking him out. Huffing, the woman rifled through the cops' pockets, fishing out a few pairs of handcuffs that summarily went around the wrists of all the criminals present. Most of the money and weaponry were scattered thanks to the battle, Sugar pinching her noise and materializing her phone. It was time to make a call to the chief! An overworked and underpaid man who already had his hands full dealing with murders and armored robberies, let alone trying to weed out corruption. Hopefully, he'd appreciate her making some progress on the case, even if there were still some loose ends to sweep up. Speaking of which...
-
"Chief, we're tellin' ya, Jones and I have nothing to do with this-" The sight of a flamboyantly dressed white-skinned popstar striding into the central police station and glaring angrily at two officers, in particular, would be weird on an average day. It was even more bizarre given that it was midnight, and the two in question were already grilled for their potential involvement in corruption after Sugar had already called in good cops to the warehouses. "Uh, NO, you bozos. Those are definitely the other two at the scene, chief! Them bringing back a slice of the loot proves that." Getting proof that they were involved in THIS particular case for the courts would be challenging, but opening an investigation would lead to a tumbling house of cards thanks to their sloppy work. This conclusion wasn't a very satisfying one, and Sugar couldn't help but feel a lot of the corruption had weaseled away from justice for now, but if criminals were known for anything it was returning to do the same dumb shit they've done before. "I'll leave you to sort it out, chief. I obviously won't of be much further help here, but I'm glad I could help in the field." She wouldn't save the world just by stopping a few corrupt officers, but every bit of help could go a long way.
TWC: 2,108
