You give him a suspicious look. This place
is pretty fucking weird after all.
This is the S.R.C. team's office, right? The gorgeous man nods.
Sure it is, didn't you see the sign on the door? You show him the blank face of the door. He scratches his head.
Well, thats.. not right.. He looks around the hall, confused, then walks into the room and shouts.
Say Darby, did someone forget to nail the place down or what? 'Cause it looks like everything just up and blew away out there. You head inside on the heels of the beautiful man, and see another, considerably less beautiful one leaning backwards in a small plastic chair.
How the hell should I know? I just work here. His cyborg limbs whine audibly as he lowers the legs of his chair to the ground and looks up from his the girly mag. He raises one eyebrow at the handsome man and points at you with the mag.
Whats with the twist? You can feel yourself blushing again, and he steps in front of you and raises his hands defensively.
Its just the rookie. Its her first day so take it easy on her okay? Her name's.. Uh.. The cyborg shrugs and goes back to his magazine. The handsome man turns towards you.
Say, what is your name anyhow? You rub the back of your neck sheepishly.
Its Kendra Smith, actually. I thought I told you before? He looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes his head.
No, I don't think you did. Anyways, my name is Tash Varnell, and the skin job over there is Darby Fargo. He jabs one metal finger at Tash from over his mag.
Hey, I find that term highly offensive, and I'll rip your fuckin' arms off if I ever you say it again. Fuckin' loudmouth. Tash gives him a dismissive wave.
Ah, what does he know? He's just some old man. Anyways, come on with me and I'll show you around.Tash shows you the rest of the office, a tiny headquarters for the team with only a few small rooms. You're mostly too busy staring at his face or his butt to bother hearing any of what he's saying, but you do manage to properly meet the rest of the team.
You see a tall, brown-haired man tightening something onto a slipsuit he has draped over one knee. His arms are well-muscled and he has a pair of square reading glasses perched on his nose. His face is honest and actually quite pretty, in a rugged sort of way, though you would still say Tash is much prettier.
Thats Harrison. He's an institution around here. He's been our equipment guy since before even Darby was on the force, and that guy is older than dirt, believe you me. Harrison looks up from his work, grins winningly, and then goes back to his work.
He might not seem much for talk, but thats just when he's working.A young woman with dark-black hair sits at a computer terminal, typing away. You and Tash watch her work from a nearby doorway, and he whispers quietly.
Thats Fay. Don't talk to her if you can help it. Seriously. She's fucking scary. You can give your transfer orders to her later. She turns in her chair to reach for something and you both duck behind the doorway, then creep away quietly when she finally goes back to her work.
A sharp-faced girl with bubblegum pink hair and a skewed black and gold beret on the top of her head is reclining on a short black leather sofa, and she looks up from the handheld game she is playing as you and Tash approach. She smiles softly and waves one delicate hand at you before turning her focus back to the game.
And this is Char, everyone's favourite cop. She drives the panzer. Your mouth falls open as you look at the small, cheerful-looking girl lying on the leather sofa, and then imagine her driving an armoured police van through a crowd of protestors. Tash actually has to shake you before you manage to snap out of it.
You and Tash stand in the hall, and he hands you a canned coffee before pushing his credit slip back into the vending machine and punching in the same code.
So.. He bends to grab his own can as it clatters down into the receiver bin.
What do you think of the guys? He pops the tab on his can and sips it.
Name: Kendra Smith
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has long, brown hair thats usually drawn back into a ponytail, or a bun when she's wearing her slipsuit. She has intense purple eyes that practically see into you, and a very serious face. She rarely smiles even when she isn't on the job. Off-duty, she usually wears an immaculate business suit (with pocket square). Occasionally wears an old-fashioned P.I. suit, complete with a trench coat, and a small fedora.
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Clothing -
Mk. 1 Patrol Slipsuit
- officially classed as 'light armour'
- standard police information suite
- soft sealed against airborne agents and particulate debris
- proofed against low calibre munitions and stabbing weapons
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Weaponry -
VX Vester - A low calibre handgun, extremely light and easy to handle, the handle folds inward to allow for ease of concealment. Fast Draw. Special munitions capable.
Battle Baton - A telescoping steel rod intended for close-range subduing of suspects and self-defence. Fits in the palm of one's hand before deployment.
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Miscellaneous -
Transfer Order - An official WCPD order transferring you to S.R.C. Division.
Canned Coffee - A canned beverage from a vending machine. High in caffeine. Helps you stay awake.
SkillsPsychokinetic
Novice
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