GDRS Helix

[SadDubwool]

*Red sat on the ground, napping abit*

[[INACTIVE]]

One of the Prospekts begins to hear chatter over the radio, "Possible 45C in Sector-E over." The two prospekt units respond, "Copy that, will proceed to investigate over.... Overwatch this is Prospekt Unit reporting in." Overwatch responded, "Apply." The Prospekts responded, "889. We will be proceeding towards Sector-E for a possible 45C over." Overwatch responded once again, "Proceeded with caution, multiple Non registered Bio-Organism in that area. I repeat proceed with caution."

The two Prospekt units left, only four guards stood at guard. They we're normal guards.

[Bricket]

Bricket got up from his seat and started wandering around keeping the guards in mind. A reptilian with horns pulled his attention, he walked towards it "I guess you're not here for the baking contests with those gloves I see." Said Bricket trying to break the ice;

[SadDubwool]

"Heh. Nice one but kinda crumby if you ask me"*He chuckled loking up at the wolf*

[Bricket]

"I'm Bricket, your name is?" Asks Bricket whilst he takes a seat on the ground next to the interesting reptilian

[[INACTIVE]]

Bailey could be seen walking into the yard. He looked at the group of people then his eyes meet Zaida. He stepped towards her and stood over her, "You. You're Zaida. Z11 am I correct?"

[SadDubwool]

"Red."*He said leaning back lazily*"Red Locus."

[Farewell]

She stopped playing with the little ping pong ball, allowing it to roll off. Zaida bowed her head and in a muffled voice responded. "That's correct, sir."

[Razuel]

Due to being a feral, Raz was put into a neighboring wing to the anthros, the feral having large cells but being more fortified.

Raz patiently laid in his cell, stomach grumbling as it had seemed that they forgot his food again and when the sensor on Raz's collar sense this, it paged one of the guards near Bailey to notify him of this hiccup.

Meanwhile, Raz decided to try and make something out of his old stale leftover food and he started  to make a small little house out of old, stale crackers.

[Bricket]

"Red Locus?, Interesting." Bricket leaned back so much it would look more like he is lying than sitting, "So what are you in far?" asks he whilst laughing.

[SadDubwool]

"You know the answer to that well"*M.S said, a dash of cold anger in his voice although it wasn't directed at Robin

[[INACTIVE]]

Bailey looked down at a radio at his belt and picked it up, "Overwatch this is Officer Stowe ID 115." Overwatch responded, "What is your request sir?" Bailey responded, "I need a Prospekt Unit dispatched at Sector-F with a Cook, feral's need food." Overwatch responded again, "Affirmative, Prospekt Unit ID 887 report to cafetiere please." Stowe put the radio back and helped Zaida up.

He looked at the strait jacket and muzzle. "Your jacket is getting replaced. This thing is old and we need a new one." He pulled the radio out again, "I need two available units at Sector-Y over." Two guards came into the yard and stood next to Bailey, "Z11 follow." He said while gesturing towards her.

[Bricket]

"Yeah well, I guess we're all in for the same thing: being ourselves."
He turns his head and looks at Red "that would make you angry, wouldn't it?"

[Razuel]

If there was one thing Raz liked about this place, it was hearing the squeaky wheel on the food cart as it rolled down the sector, and as he waited, he got hungrier and hungrier, waiting for the food.

[SadDubwool]

"It does."*He said clenching his fist*"Oh, what I would give to throw a dumbell through a Propekt's skull"*He sighed and loosened his fist, calming himself once more*