Republic of Andrat RP

[Hunter568]

The fading, golden light of evening has begun to cover the city of Enbex, ushering those citizens still on the street to scurry home. Mandatory curfew is enforced especially strictly here in Andrat's capital. No fur wants to be taken in by a patrolling Peacekeeper, or worse, be spotted by the glaring red eye of an Overseer drone doing its rounds. Many do not return from such an encounter, and those that do very rarely break curfew again.

Most businesses and government offices are closing up for the night as well, of course. Even Goldfur high-society heeds such rules. Social status does not save anyone from being disappeared.

As shadows lengthen and cast the city in darkness, the time can be noted plainly on the large, digital clockface glowing in the city's main square (though most furs just use their personal holocron). It is now 9pm. Curfew begins in one hour at 10pm.

[Mikala]

Of course, just after curfew is when the pickings are good. Echo strolls down the street with purpose,  looking for a shop that sells nicer, copper fur type clothes than the current cloak she is wearing, fingering a security deactivation chip in her paw. Once she arrives at such a shop, she finds somewhere nearby to hide when no one is looking. Enbex has lots of hidey holes for the small of stature and quick of wit.

[Rayleonarde]

The rhythmic thumping of combat boots echoed through the alleyways of the housing complex. Heavily armed and armored Battlefurs of all shapes and sizes swept shadowed doorways and side streets to corral those who broke curfew, or find the Freeborn.


Ray grimaced as his combat armor bit into his shoulders as he swept his sectors with the standard issue automatic laser rifle. The weapon had a clunky laser module fitted on the barrel. A relic of a bygone era, the thing emitted a bright red dot that deterred any that it rested on, at the cost of weighing down the rifle. But, better to scare them off than shooting them on the street.  Ray sighed as a shadow scurried away into the night.
“Count one, departing,” Ray spoke into his collar-mounted radio. If this was the only action they’d see, the patrol’d be pretty quiet.

[Brisky]

As the clock struck nine, Ellen straightened a bundle of paperwork and carefully laid them on the now slightly decorated desk.

She had exchanged the ceremonial uniform for a stylish black suit with a white blouse underneath in. It was something that she felt as being a little more appropriate for a woman like her.

In the meanwhile, the entire office room had been cleaned up from the assorted junk spread around it, as the empty room had eventually turned into something more of a storage closet. Even her predecessor's body had been handily disposed of by the pretense of Ellen desperately wanting a diffirent carpet.
She did, however, have a dreadfully frightening few minutes as the others in the compound perplexedly stared at her attempting to move the carpet out of the room, before one of the bystanders snarled at a janitor unfortunate enough to be on the scene to "Pull his worthless hands out from under his ass and help the young lady out!".
But luckily for her, the janitor was either too dim to realise that the carpet in question was a little too heavy, or was clever enough to understand that it was a healthy habit for him to have as little of the silverfur's business as possible.

Eitherway, it didn't matter. It was done. And now that the business hours had past and the clock was nearing curfew, it was time to go... "home..."

She grabbed her coat and headed for the buildings exit.

Once there, standing in the draft of the glass sliding doors she took a somewhat anxious breath. It was getting dark outside and this was her first time in the big city. She had no idea what to expect. For all she knew she, a "wealthy silverfur", might be robbed by lower castes, or worse...

But a gentle press on her stomach made her feel the shape of the small pistol tucked in her coat. She had removed the supressor to make it easily fit in the coat's pockets, so actually firing it could get her into more trouble than a mere mugging. But it was there as a last resort and it's presence comforted her.

Time to go...

[Inb4Cloaker]

“Ya es hora.” He muttered.

The insurgent was kneeling before his flag, the symbol of destruction. The papers had gone through. He was indeed registered under a different name now, and could wander during the day; with caution of course.

However, it was starting to near curfew. Now was the perfect time to make a statement. It was time to remind the republic what it stood against.

His vest was on over his usual grey apparel, and his weapon sat idly in his left paw. Strapped to his chest was a different set of tools for the night: various cans of spray paint, several well-secured bottles of alcohol, and of course, a lighter. With a resentful glare, he finally turned his head and looked outside the cracked window of his run-down building. Already the patrols had begun, and those damned drones threatened his goal. Thankfully, his target was a simple one. Deciding that the time to speak to whatever higher powers there may be was over, he stood and slipped the beret off his head. He needed to be concealed tonight, so he opted for another type of headgear. With delicate movements, he produced a white and red checkered cloth, allowing himself a minute to firmly secure it around his entire head. With only his eyes visible, he snuffed the candle within his room and began to make his way towards the building exit. Bearing his rifle at the ready, he crept out of the structure and slipped into the alley.

Through evasion and speed, the feline soon reached his target. His route wasn’t too discreet however, and the well adapted may have been able to identify and trace him if they pleased. A set of well stocked shops and higher end buildings deep within the city now stood before him. First, he leaned his rifle against the wall of one of the offices and withdrew a spraypaint can. Being as silent as he was allowed, the Tabaxi tagged the side of the building with a vibrant image of his flag. It took time, but not enough to excessively risk his objective. Well, he thought at least. Admiring his handiwork, the feline dropped the can with a rattle and turned to survey his surroundings. Still silent, and the drones were unaware. Ready to kick off the night, he darted out from the alley and onto the sidewalk. With shaky but determined movements he slipped a bottle of alcohol loose and began the process of stuffing the rag, lighting, and identifying the first shop to fall victim to his terror.

Unfortunately, right as he was rearing back, he heard a click from one of the office doors; which was right next to his still unguarded rifle. Halting his movements, he slowly turned his head and widened his eyes, staring at the door while frozen nearly in the middle of the street. Only the light of the bottle and a lone streetlight revealed his presence. One simple phrase escaped his maw from underneath his face wrap.

“Who in the blue fu-.”

[Hunter568]

--Echo--
The lights in the clothing store had all been shut off for the night, but by the glow of the small LED's on the door's locking mechanism the interior was still somewhat visible. The traditional dress of the copperfur class were plain to see, hung up on racks throughout the shop. The designs were utilitarian and made to be durable and easy to move around in, however they made some room for style. The shirts and vests on display all carried the copper-colored trim that is the hallmark of the artisan class. Collars and sleeve-ends all gleamed with the metallic shade.

The shopkeeper was gone, however Overseer drones had begun sweeping the streets now that it was so late. Their harsh red beams of light swept along the sidewalks, probing for any citizens that were out defying curfew. In the distance, the heavy clomping of the Peacekeeper's armored boots could be heard as they began their nighttime patrols. Making it in and out of this shop undetected would not be easy.


--Ray--
"Copy that. Do you require reinforcement?" the radio responded, accompanied by a grainy wave of static. The shadowy figure ahead of Ray darted briefly through the light spilling down from a street lamp, exposing a flash of brown fur before it hurried away down an alley between two dwellings. Whoever it was, it didn't appear to have noticed Ray himself.

The other Peacekeepers sweeping this housing district had moved on to more promising areas, apparently not seeing the figure Ray had picked up on. He might have to wait awhile if he wanted backup.


--Ellen--
Ahead of Ellen, a Peacekeeper in full, heavy armor stood resolutely on a street corner, keeping watch over the area. His helmet and full-muzzle visor made it difficult to tell what he looked like, or even his species. As Ellen drew closer, his head turned to face her.

"Halt, citizen," he said with icy calm, holding up one armored paw. "Are you aware that curfew begins shortly?" he asked in a stern voice.


--Victor (Arevalo)--
The wiry, young fox who had stepped out of the office building froze suddenly as he caught sight of Victor. His eyes darted down to the bottle cocked in the tabaxi's paw, then over to the rifle he had left abandoned on the ground.

With one swift movement, the fox slammed the door closed behind him and leaped onto the street, taking off at top speed. "Help! HELP! Somebody, there's an insurgent!" he screamed fearfully, likely hoping to get the attention of a Peacekeeper. And he probably would soon enough, the city was crawling with officers at this time.

[Mikala]

Echo pulls out a small terminal and starts typing quickly, pressing enter as her feet hit the street. She’s not worried about getting out, only in, and she carefully timed her approach before flesh based patrols start mucking about. As she presses enter, the cameras on the drones loop momentarily, barely enough to hide her scampering to the door, barely enough not to trigger any alarms. A hacker chip quickly deals with the door’s lock and she slides in, closing and relocking the door behind her. She slips deep into the store, out of sight of its windows and starts to browse, keeping alert for any threats.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray brought his rifle up and activated the lights mounted on the side of his helmet. "Negative, I'm moving to intercept." He moved carefully into the alleyway, his laser-dot sweeping from hiding place to hiding place. Ray shouted into the unknown, hoping for compliance.
"Citizen! It is near curfew! Violating curfew is an executable offense! Come out now, and you will be given time to return home!"

[Brisky]

Oh, a policeman. That's nice to see. -Ellen thought to herself, as she slowed down her pace to prevent provoking the officer.

Although in retrospect she hadn't been in the city for long enough to know wether he was there to protect her, or whomever had decided that curfew was a good idea. Eitherway, she quickly figured that it would be best to appeal to his human side.

"Yes, I know. Sorry! First day on the job, I should've left earlier." -She said in a sweet and enthousiastic tone.

"My appartement is just around the corner, though, so I'll make it intime!"

[Inb4Cloaker]

Well, so much for being silent. Very well, he could do this loud.

“¡Correr no te salvará!“ The Tabaxi nearly screamed out at him, refocusing on the window to the shop before launching the bottle. With a loud crash, the echoing of alarms, and a vibrant blaze of liquid fire, chaos erupted. Of course, it didn’t stop there. Revealing another bottle, he repeated the process of lighting it before sprinting for his rifle. Deftly, the feline grabbed the weapon by the grip and continued to run, deciding that his assault was best carried out while moving.

As the sounds of fire and alarms filled the air behind him, the feline panted lightly as his footsteps echoed throughout the alley. Within seconds, he found himself on a Main Street once again. This time, however he spotted a lone peacekeeper who was entering an adjacent hallway; his weapon at the ready. Unwilling to risk direct confrontation, he instead tossed the lit bottle he held at the peacekeeper. It didn’t appear as though it would be a problem for him, however, as the throw was poorly timed and aimed. Instead, the bottle harmlessly struck the pavement and ignited the ground behind his target. Before the red glare of his laser could be turned on the feline, he quickly turned and dashed back into the alley. With the peacekeeper at his back and drones possibly approaching from all directions, he elected to take a more direct and covered route through another locked store. His hideout wasn’t far, and another alarm wouldn’t hurt him at this point.

Positioning himself against the building windows, he slammed the stock of his rifle against the glass before shattering his way into the store. With less than graceful movements, he climbed in and threw himself to the ground, staggering his way up to his feet and flipping a nearby table. With his rifle aimed at the window he entered through, Victor quickly backpedaled his way towards the next window that would serve as his point of exit.

The insurgent had neglected to notice however, that there was already someone in the store who had snuck in earlier. Granted, their method was much more subtle than his was.

[Hunter568]

--Echo--
The ruse with the drones' cameras seemed to have worked, as no alarms were triggered. Outside the shop, they continued on their pre-determined routes through the city, their motors humming quietly as they glided through the night air.

The interior of the shop was dark and unoccupied. There didn't seem to be any security measures in place other than the locking mechanism that was on the door. The copper-trim clothes were all stacked and hung throughout the shop without much to protect them from thieving paws.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the store. The nighttime silence was broken as a tabaxi carrying a rifle slid into the room at full speed, skidding along the floor and quickly turning to look for another window to use as an exit. Outside, the sounds of blaring alarms cut through the night.

Almost as soon as the tabaxi had gathered himself from his destructive entrance into the shop, a fully armored Peacekeeper crashed in after him. She raised her heavy laser rifle so that the red dot of her gun's sights rested squarely on the tabaxi's forehead. "Halt, criminal, and drop the weapon! I will use deadly force to put you down!" she warned in a commanding tone. Her armor seemed to have protected her from the broken glass of the window, and she stood in the dark store with nary a scratch on her.

Neither the officer nor the tabaxi seemed to have noticed Echo, crouched in the darkness.


--Ray--
The weapon's thin laser sight hardly penetrated the darkness of the alleyway much. It was difficult to see very far down the narrow corridor, and whatever creature had run down here refused to show itself. Ray's threat seemed to be getting no response.

Then, a cracked voice snaked through the air, a chuckle behind its words. "Oh, is that right? I suppose you'll just have to execute me, then," it said in a defiant tone. A quick flash of movement crossed the alley, and the gleam of something metallic could be caught in the faint light.


--Ellen--
The officer stared down at Ellen, his expression hidden by his visor. Then, he reached up and tapped the side of his helmet, causing the visor to retract back inside of it. The officer was a black-furred wolf with dark green eyes. His mouth was curled into a stern frown.

"Well, see that you do not forget again. Violating curfew is a serious offense, citizen," he replied. "I will escort you to your residence and take a sample of your DNA signature for our records." With that, he withdrew a metallic cylinder from his belt. It looked rather like a flashlight in structure, only one end was an electronic display and the other had a dark hole in it. "Hold your paw out, pad facing up," he commanded.


--Victor--
Before Victor could properly react, the Peacekeeper who was pursuing him crashed into the store the same way he had. She was shockingly fast despite her full armor, and had caught up with him before he would have expected.

The officer trained her rifle on Victor's forehead. "Halt, criminal, and drop the weapon! I will use deadly force to put you down!" she commanded him. Her face was covered with a full visor, and her armored suit held very few vulnerabilities. Facing a fully equipped Peacekeeper like this one was never an easy task.

[Mikala]

Echo's breath catches for a moment. She retreats into a rack of clothes with her backpack full of what little shopping she's done. This was not in the plan. This was NOT in the plan. She panics for a moment before pulling out her terminal and typing frantically. No matter how great an engineer you are, having to prepare a solution on the spot is no good. There's a reason she always comes equipped with hacking chips for exactly what she needs. What to do, what to do? While she pontificates on her solution she absently grabs a nice scarf off of a rack on the opposite side of her from the conflict. Running her hands along the fabric, she has an idea, wrapping it around her muzzle as she logs back into the drone system and triggers the crowd control system. It's sloppy, and will definitely set off alarms that there was someone in the system, but hey, she doesn't have a ton of time, and her system is protected well enough that they would have a hell of a time tracking her. The drones sound the alarm and drop canisters of gas that starts circulating through the area. Immediately after she throws an EMP chip down, hopefully rendering the nearby peacekeepers' optic systems unusable.
She runs for it, using the confusion. She only pauses a moment to make eye contact with the idiot tabaxi that got them in that mess. He's definitely going to die here if she leaves him, she thinks. After an infinite second of internal arguing, she extends her arm the few feet towards him and grabs him arm, trying to pull him with her as she scampers to her planned escape route home that is, at least on normal nights, scarcely patrolled. Even though the gas renders anyone without an optical system blind, she has the route memorized.

[Rayleonarde]

"So be it!" Ray opened fire on the figure with automatic laser fire, bathing the alleyway in a bright red hue. After a single burst, the Peacekeeper spoke into the radio.
"Peacekeeper 1212, I need Overseer drone support at my location. Dispatch one as soon as possible."
Ray then began moving towards his target, unsure if he had struck his mark or not. The raccoon was completely prepare to execute this dissident on the street.

[Brisky]

"I understand. I promise it won't happen again." -She said

She calmly reached out her hand, as the peacekeeper instructed, but feigned a slight moment of doubt.

"Will it hurt?" -She said softly, followed by a nervous chuckle, as she still tried to maintain her innocence.

[Inb4Cloaker]

This was going to be a situation he may not be able to wiggle out of, regardless, the feline didn’t back down. With his weapon already pointed back at the peacekeeper the moment she rolled in after him, the Tabaxi taunted her. Laughing in a careless manner, he jutted his weapon forward and said;

“I hope for your sake you know how to use that, tin girl.” The Tabaxis weapon was a ballistic weapon, however he knew that all it would take is a few lucky hits out of several to do real damage beneath the armor. Unsure of his next move, he held his breath and was nearing the trigger when plans changed yet again.

Taking his gaze off the peacekeeper, the insurgent glared up at the drones that seemed to be making various noises. After a moment of waiting, they dropped canisters of an unknown gas. The feline was startled for a brief moment, but after hearing the peacekeepers electronics go dead, he stared back at her and blinked in confusion. Shaking off his trance, he took aim with his weapon and smirked beneath his face wrap. His triumph was short lived however, as he soon felt his eyes sting and his maw give way to a fit of coughing.

“What... What is...” He managed to cough out, lowering his weapon and staggering back. Suddenly, he felt his arm seized by someone he had yet to encounter. Barely glancing at them, he saw that it was another person wearing something over their face. He assumed they were up to no good, and any enemy of peacekeepers was a temporary ally of his. With little choice other than to trust them, he allowed the newcomer to guide him to freedom. Unable to see the peacekeeper, he ignored their presence and saved his rounds, instead focusing on following his guide.