Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- Ye 40
- RP Location
- Roger Wilco
YE-40.
Roger Wilco city, Bekkendahl Street, 13th precinct HQ.
"Cited the bold re-construction of the 13th precinct as a momentous achievement towards the safety and security of the people of Roger Wilco and Nepleslia as a who-"
A reporter briefly gave a signal to cut the feed for another take, Her hair blowing into her face inconveniently as the source of the intrusion continued to blare its klaxtons in warning, Scattering those that had amassed before the massive armored gates of the 13th precincts headquarters to get a view of its crimsoning and the crowds that had gathered to observe the station, And more importantly; Its officers as they arrived on transports laden with equipment for the new station.
The night before and now morning was filled with the arrival of dozens of these vehicles hour by hour. Enforcer patrol cars and large armored vehicles where lined up in neat rows within the safety of the armored outer walls of the precinct and delivered overnight straight from surplus yards and manufactures. Massive armored haulers guarded by officers non-native to the new precinct brought in large and bulky containers of weapons and sensitive equipment signed off by higher ups and sealed to be unlocked by licensed officials from the NSMC, NSN, NPF and various military and civilian organizations. Men and women in the unadorned black or blue of the NPF arrived through private armored entrances within the wall to their orientations by the dozens while some who had already completed the 4 hour course walked the exterior of the massive six story building to help coordinate deliveries and facilitate security in the moment.
All of this coincided perfectly with the final delivery of equipment and the dispatching of the last contractor for the day. The gates to the precinct were swung wide open for the public at large to enter somewhat unmolested. Officers carefully let a slow trickle of pedestrians and civilians through the gates, Checking ammo from personal weapons to be returned on their visit, not that it mattered.
After all, The 13th Precincts headquarters was situated dead center in the middle of a Kuznyetski hab-block. Hundreds of kuz men and women young and old lined up with arms full of weapons, Knick-Knacks, Foodstuffs and overall what might be considered gifts for the christening of the newest of NPF stations. Already to the dismay of the overwhelmed half douzen Golem clad officers stationed at the gate had found their stores filled to the brim and unable to check another bullet or pistol as the sheer size of the crowd simply pushed inside the courtyard.
Inside a pair of old women had already set up a stand to buy or barter interesting arms and intended gifts from others while a small group opted to spend the time waiting for the line to diminish by starting a small fire and setting up a cook-pot containing a strange blood red soup with chunks of beets and vegetables floating on its surface. Three men had also already started wrestling with a group of other men under the pretense of a good natured fight while a young woman played her gunpipes, Ignoring the protests of a female officer demanding she get off the hood of her patrol car.
All of this controlled chaos was topped off by the growing pile of gifted weapons accumulating in the lobby of the station and the lack of leadership to oversee it. Men and women simply left the gifts in a growing pile under the directions of the precincts JANE projected from various screens behind a receptionist desk, Not knowing what else to do then directing them off back into the courtyard where they opted to celebrate and mingle. Somewhere along the way, The commissioner for the station and precinct as a whole had been delayed by the crowd and the gates had been ordered open by the only current lieutenant in the station under orders that his people shouldn't be denied. Even now the kuznyetski lieutenant sat boldly on a leather chair meant for reception and greeted and embraced his people and reveled in their mutual culture.
His name was Adrej and he was the lieutenant in charge of the precincts DTR team and opted to spend the time waiting for the members of his new team to finish their orientations by shaking shaking hands joking around while a reporter and cameraman rolled for their B-roll footage in the backround by ambushing any officer who managed to leave the more off limits areas of the station and demanding a quick statement before shooing them off and moving onto the next.
"Officers!" the spunky reporter chimed and approached as a group of officers in the simple black uniforms of the NPF left their standard orientation briefing. Mingled in with them and identical to the others was a handful that while they wore the same uniforms; The training and conduct they where held to set them miles apart.
"How do you feel about your precinct being numbered "13" after the last precinct in roger wilco numbered 13 found most of its stations burnt down and its officers systematically butchered over the course of last year by refusing to yield their precinct to armed and organized crime syndicates?"
Roger Wilco city, Bekkendahl Street, 13th precinct HQ.
"Cited the bold re-construction of the 13th precinct as a momentous achievement towards the safety and security of the people of Roger Wilco and Nepleslia as a who-"
A reporter briefly gave a signal to cut the feed for another take, Her hair blowing into her face inconveniently as the source of the intrusion continued to blare its klaxtons in warning, Scattering those that had amassed before the massive armored gates of the 13th precincts headquarters to get a view of its crimsoning and the crowds that had gathered to observe the station, And more importantly; Its officers as they arrived on transports laden with equipment for the new station.
The night before and now morning was filled with the arrival of dozens of these vehicles hour by hour. Enforcer patrol cars and large armored vehicles where lined up in neat rows within the safety of the armored outer walls of the precinct and delivered overnight straight from surplus yards and manufactures. Massive armored haulers guarded by officers non-native to the new precinct brought in large and bulky containers of weapons and sensitive equipment signed off by higher ups and sealed to be unlocked by licensed officials from the NSMC, NSN, NPF and various military and civilian organizations. Men and women in the unadorned black or blue of the NPF arrived through private armored entrances within the wall to their orientations by the dozens while some who had already completed the 4 hour course walked the exterior of the massive six story building to help coordinate deliveries and facilitate security in the moment.
All of this coincided perfectly with the final delivery of equipment and the dispatching of the last contractor for the day. The gates to the precinct were swung wide open for the public at large to enter somewhat unmolested. Officers carefully let a slow trickle of pedestrians and civilians through the gates, Checking ammo from personal weapons to be returned on their visit, not that it mattered.
After all, The 13th Precincts headquarters was situated dead center in the middle of a Kuznyetski hab-block. Hundreds of kuz men and women young and old lined up with arms full of weapons, Knick-Knacks, Foodstuffs and overall what might be considered gifts for the christening of the newest of NPF stations. Already to the dismay of the overwhelmed half douzen Golem clad officers stationed at the gate had found their stores filled to the brim and unable to check another bullet or pistol as the sheer size of the crowd simply pushed inside the courtyard.
Inside a pair of old women had already set up a stand to buy or barter interesting arms and intended gifts from others while a small group opted to spend the time waiting for the line to diminish by starting a small fire and setting up a cook-pot containing a strange blood red soup with chunks of beets and vegetables floating on its surface. Three men had also already started wrestling with a group of other men under the pretense of a good natured fight while a young woman played her gunpipes, Ignoring the protests of a female officer demanding she get off the hood of her patrol car.
All of this controlled chaos was topped off by the growing pile of gifted weapons accumulating in the lobby of the station and the lack of leadership to oversee it. Men and women simply left the gifts in a growing pile under the directions of the precincts JANE projected from various screens behind a receptionist desk, Not knowing what else to do then directing them off back into the courtyard where they opted to celebrate and mingle. Somewhere along the way, The commissioner for the station and precinct as a whole had been delayed by the crowd and the gates had been ordered open by the only current lieutenant in the station under orders that his people shouldn't be denied. Even now the kuznyetski lieutenant sat boldly on a leather chair meant for reception and greeted and embraced his people and reveled in their mutual culture.
His name was Adrej and he was the lieutenant in charge of the precincts DTR team and opted to spend the time waiting for the members of his new team to finish their orientations by shaking shaking hands joking around while a reporter and cameraman rolled for their B-roll footage in the backround by ambushing any officer who managed to leave the more off limits areas of the station and demanding a quick statement before shooing them off and moving onto the next.
"Officers!" the spunky reporter chimed and approached as a group of officers in the simple black uniforms of the NPF left their standard orientation briefing. Mingled in with them and identical to the others was a handful that while they wore the same uniforms; The training and conduct they where held to set them miles apart.
"How do you feel about your precinct being numbered "13" after the last precinct in roger wilco numbered 13 found most of its stations burnt down and its officers systematically butchered over the course of last year by refusing to yield their precinct to armed and organized crime syndicates?"
@Whitehart @SirSPT @SirSkully @jjans002 @Biesecker
Feel free to have your officers enter any way you see fit and mingle and greet each other. Bie is busy and hasnt finished a character yet but theres going to be a handful of posting rounds before anything pushes the story forwards a bit so we have time to wait for them if they can.
Feel free to have your officers enter any way you see fit and mingle and greet each other. Bie is busy and hasnt finished a character yet but theres going to be a handful of posting rounds before anything pushes the story forwards a bit so we have time to wait for them if they can.
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