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NON-PLAYER CHARACTERS
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LAPD Officer Frank Lyga
- Currently RP'd by Byrdman
LAPD Chief of Police Willie L. Williams
- Currently RP'd by The Wyrm
DECEASED
Corrupt LAPD Officer Kevin Gaines
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March 19th, 1997
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"Officers, let me be brief. I have a huge fucking problem," LAPD Chief Willie L. Williams had decided to be frank with the two officers he had called into his office. "Which means you have the same problem."
The two stared back at him without comment. Officer Johnny Mack was impassive as ever, his slab ham of a face dominating the conversation without saying a word. Officer Patrick Chappel sat as he always did, one knee crossed over the other, hands together in his lap, a flicker of amusement in the deep blue eyes. Neither said anything in response.
"We have a dead cop, a black cop, Kevin Gaines." He waited for a reaction but neither man even flinched. Mack had seen his fair share of dead black cops in the 7-7 and, well, Chappel had been killing black folk for God and Country long before he moved to LA. As if another did African-American was going to bother them. "Shooter was a white cop, Frank Lyga."
"Gaines has previously been investigated for possible gang affiliations and I think we might have more coming. Lyga has been a good cop and I want you two to work the streets and see what you can learn about Gaines operation, if any, outside of this agency. Questions?"
"Are we reporting to you?" Mack spoke, his voice a deep rumble that Williams might have found pleasant under different circumstances.
"Yes, and to whatever task force we have set up. It's not on the books yet, obviously. Your names came up when I asked for some Gang Enforcement men."
Mack glanced at Chappel who returned the gaze and then nodded his head.
"And what discretion do we have?"
"Whatever it takes."
"Yes sir." Mack responded, a smile cracking the huge face to reveal teeth that were badly stained by tobacco use. "Anything we can find on Gaines. What about Lyga?"
Williams looked comfortable for a moment but then nodded. "Yes, him too."
"Right you are Chief. Anything else?"
"No, that'll be all."
The two officers stood and saluted, Mack with his typical sloppy police salute, Chappel with the whip crack sharpness of a former soldier. They quickly vanished from the room as Williams picked up the phone and dialed out for his secretary.
"Emily, get me Detective Poole from Homicide @Byrd Man, Medical Examiner Davenport @Liv, and whoever you can get from the FBI Forensics that they will lend us @MST3K 4ever. Yes, I am sure they will want an agent involved, tell them to bring along whoever they damn well please @Eviledd1984, this is a priority. I am going to need all the help we can get here so this doesn't look like some sort of cover up."
He swore as he placed the phone back on the cradle. A black cop shot by a white cop in LA. The media was going to have a field day. He had to do whatever it took to make the investigation as transparent as possible. With another curse he picked up the phone and dialed the mayor.
March 19th, 1997
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"Officers, let me be brief. I have a huge fucking problem," LAPD Chief Willie L. Williams had decided to be frank with the two officers he had called into his office. "Which means you have the same problem."
The two stared back at him without comment. Officer Johnny Mack was impassive as ever, his slab ham of a face dominating the conversation without saying a word. Officer Patrick Chappel sat as he always did, one knee crossed over the other, hands together in his lap, a flicker of amusement in the deep blue eyes. Neither said anything in response.
"We have a dead cop, a black cop, Kevin Gaines." He waited for a reaction but neither man even flinched. Mack had seen his fair share of dead black cops in the 7-7 and, well, Chappel had been killing black folk for God and Country long before he moved to LA. As if another did African-American was going to bother them. "Shooter was a white cop, Frank Lyga."
"Gaines has previously been investigated for possible gang affiliations and I think we might have more coming. Lyga has been a good cop and I want you two to work the streets and see what you can learn about Gaines operation, if any, outside of this agency. Questions?"
"Are we reporting to you?" Mack spoke, his voice a deep rumble that Williams might have found pleasant under different circumstances.
"Yes, and to whatever task force we have set up. It's not on the books yet, obviously. Your names came up when I asked for some Gang Enforcement men."
Mack glanced at Chappel who returned the gaze and then nodded his head.
"And what discretion do we have?"
"Whatever it takes."
"Yes sir." Mack responded, a smile cracking the huge face to reveal teeth that were badly stained by tobacco use. "Anything we can find on Gaines. What about Lyga?"
Williams looked comfortable for a moment but then nodded. "Yes, him too."
"Right you are Chief. Anything else?"
"No, that'll be all."
The two officers stood and saluted, Mack with his typical sloppy police salute, Chappel with the whip crack sharpness of a former soldier. They quickly vanished from the room as Williams picked up the phone and dialed out for his secretary.
"Emily, get me Detective Poole from Homicide @Byrd Man, Medical Examiner Davenport @Liv, and whoever you can get from the FBI Forensics that they will lend us @MST3K 4ever. Yes, I am sure they will want an agent involved, tell them to bring along whoever they damn well please @Eviledd1984, this is a priority. I am going to need all the help we can get here so this doesn't look like some sort of cover up."
He swore as he placed the phone back on the cradle. A black cop shot by a white cop in LA. The media was going to have a field day. He had to do whatever it took to make the investigation as transparent as possible. With another curse he picked up the phone and dialed the mayor.
Emily had staggered sideways and then watched in amazement as Edward turned into a true Vampire Lord, ripping into his enemies with a skill that surprised everyone. She had placed a delicate hand to her mouth to smother a gasp of admiration when two soldiers appeared next to her. One smiled and took her arm.
"This way m'lady. We'll get..." His next words ended in a gasp and he slumped to the ground as Solomon whipped his sword upward to kill the second soldier.
Emily opened her mouth to scream but the sword was suddenly at his throat. The man in front of her was tall, handsome, and wore an Imperium guardsman's cloak over a deep red jacket that was certainly not issue.
"Not a word now, lovey. Be a shame to cut your throat."
She nodded, her eyes wide in terror as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and hurried her toward the castle crying "Make way!"
Soldiers parted in front of them, barely paying them a glance. Just before the castle he turned a sharp right into an alley and hurried Emily deeper into the city. The last sight he had of the carnage was the Vampire King with a sword at the throat of a Vampire Hunter. That man was doomed. He was very glad he had not revealed his identity to any of the fools while they were entering the Imperium. Though he was certain that the Vampire King would figure things out, the creature couldn't have survived so long otherwise.
He didn't have much time and he knew it. Once the Prince figured out that his prize was gone, nothing would prevent him from ripping the city apart. There was only one place that he could possibly take the girl, and only one being who would be interested in paying for her. Ulrek.
He paused briefly and pulled out a small bottle from his bag and a rag. He poured some of the liquid onto the cloth before holding it up to Emilys face. "Does this smell funny to you?"
Emily inhaled without thinking and instantly became nauseous. She staggered for a moment then her vision began to cloud and she collapsed into his arms. He quickly heaved her over his shoulder and continued down the street until he found a stable. The owner took one look at the unconscious girl, the bag of gold in Solomons hands, and didn't say a word as he led a good looking mare from the stables, handing over the reins.
Solomon nodded his thanks, heaved Emily over the saddle horn and then swung up behind her. He kicked the horse forward and made for the city gates. Smoke still rose from the entrance to the castle and he could see flames flickering among the other buildings now. A fire had broken out and the good weather that was currently passing over the city had chased away the rain allowing the blaze to spread. Chaos. He loved it.
The guardsmen at the gate paid him no attention as they stared toward the smoke and he rode clear into the moors. The sun was racing across it in bursts as it battled with the clouds for dominance of the landscape. He kicked back his heels and rode hard for Ulreks Keep.
"This way m'lady. We'll get..." His next words ended in a gasp and he slumped to the ground as Solomon whipped his sword upward to kill the second soldier.
Emily opened her mouth to scream but the sword was suddenly at his throat. The man in front of her was tall, handsome, and wore an Imperium guardsman's cloak over a deep red jacket that was certainly not issue.
"Not a word now, lovey. Be a shame to cut your throat."
She nodded, her eyes wide in terror as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and hurried her toward the castle crying "Make way!"
Soldiers parted in front of them, barely paying them a glance. Just before the castle he turned a sharp right into an alley and hurried Emily deeper into the city. The last sight he had of the carnage was the Vampire King with a sword at the throat of a Vampire Hunter. That man was doomed. He was very glad he had not revealed his identity to any of the fools while they were entering the Imperium. Though he was certain that the Vampire King would figure things out, the creature couldn't have survived so long otherwise.
He didn't have much time and he knew it. Once the Prince figured out that his prize was gone, nothing would prevent him from ripping the city apart. There was only one place that he could possibly take the girl, and only one being who would be interested in paying for her. Ulrek.
He paused briefly and pulled out a small bottle from his bag and a rag. He poured some of the liquid onto the cloth before holding it up to Emilys face. "Does this smell funny to you?"
Emily inhaled without thinking and instantly became nauseous. She staggered for a moment then her vision began to cloud and she collapsed into his arms. He quickly heaved her over his shoulder and continued down the street until he found a stable. The owner took one look at the unconscious girl, the bag of gold in Solomons hands, and didn't say a word as he led a good looking mare from the stables, handing over the reins.
Solomon nodded his thanks, heaved Emily over the saddle horn and then swung up behind her. He kicked the horse forward and made for the city gates. Smoke still rose from the entrance to the castle and he could see flames flickering among the other buildings now. A fire had broken out and the good weather that was currently passing over the city had chased away the rain allowing the blaze to spread. Chaos. He loved it.
The guardsmen at the gate paid him no attention as they stared toward the smoke and he rode clear into the moors. The sun was racing across it in bursts as it battled with the clouds for dominance of the landscape. He kicked back his heels and rode hard for Ulreks Keep.
Solomon was angry at himself. He had been so focused on getting ready for the attack he had in mind that he had failed to eat, or even sleep, for some time. When he at last nodded off, he fell so deeply into sleep that when the royal carriage clattered forth from the castle he only awoke as the damn thing passed by without him having an instant to react. He had a fleeting glimpse of Prince Edward and some terrified looking girl and then they were gone.
He had roundly cursed himself out and then proceeded to quickly lay the last part of his plan, a fuse sewn into a waterproof leather sheath that he carefully ran up the stairs and onto the roof. He had tasted the fuse and knew that the entire length would burn in roughly thirty to thirty five seconds. More than enough time.
As if in an answer to his prayers, the rain had stopped and he could see the glimmer of sunlight as it tried to push through the cloud cover. It was a sign from God.
Now two roofs over from the house he had mined, he sat with his back to a tall chimney and kept a careful watch down the long roadway that the carriage must return through. His gaze was drawn to several heavily cloaked figures slowly beginning to infiltrate the crowds that were walking slowly along the cobblestones, stunned faces turned skyward as a beam of sunlight shot across the granite grey city to splash a blast of golden light across pale skinned faces.
He noted a half dozen men who did not seem at all interested and deduced from their size, for they were clearly well fed, and mannerisms, that they must be a group of his vampire hunting brethren. Ordinarily this would not bother him but they had chosen an intersection fifty yards before his own ambush point. This meant they would intercept Prince Edward before he could. For an instant he thought about abandoning his position but a glance toward the castle told him moving was unwise. The guard was changing and nearly a hundred soldiers were milling about as their officers exchanged salutes.
As if on cue, he heard the thunder of the Princes approaching carriage. The sun was stronger, pushing through more and more, the warm light washing over the stunned guardsmen who paused in the middle of their ceremony to enjoy the brief moment.
Abruptly a horrible scream cut through the air as the other Vampire Hunters sprung their trap, a crossbow bolt flashing out to bury itself in the carriage drivers neck. Amazingly the man didn't die, instead grimly clinging to his reins as he drove the horses onward. Solomon had to admire the mans determination. The guards around the main gate exploded into motion like a swarm of ants disturbed at their nest and began to run toward the carriage even as the Princes personal guard closed in around it. Some went down in crumpled heaps as more crossbow bolts flashed out.
One of the horses gave a tremendous scream as it's foreleg broke on the uneven cobblestone and it tumbled down in a heap, just shy of the entrance to the house Solomon had so carefully prepared. The other five horses were dragged to a stop by its weight and the heavy carriage slewed sideways as the Vampire Hunters, nine of them, swarmed toward it, butchering the Princes guardsmen who had clearly not had to fight any living enemies in a long time.
The hundred or so men coming from the Castle were another thing however and their own crossbows fired, throwing back several of the Princes attackers. One of the Hunters sprang to the door of the carriage and wrenched it open, wooden stake in hand, but a bolt slammed into his side and he spun away with a shriek that was almost lost beneath the roar of the approaching guardsmen.
That was when Solomon blew the mine. The black powder so carefully concealed in the house and mortared in place to help direct the blow, caught fire and unleashed its tremendous power. As predicated, much of it was wasted upward but enough had been planted to ensure the complete destruction of the house.
For a moment it was as if the fuse had not worked as planned, but then a low rumble filled the street. The houses walls bulged, buckled, and then exploded outward in a tremendous billow of stone, splinters, ash and flame. The blast scattered the charging soldiers and Vampire Hunters like leaves before the wind, sweeping them clear from the street in an instant. The heavy carriage was hurled onto its side and the remainder of the horses slaughtered by the blast.
A strange silence seemed to fill the street as it reverberated with the roar of the blast. Then the screams could be heard. The calls for help. The sounds of men whose lives had been destroyed in an instant. Only two Vampire Hunters remained and they stumbled through the dust and smoke toward the Princes overturned carriage, weapons in hand. Men of determination and opportunity. Solomon admired that.
Of the guardsmen there was no sign. The majority of them had taken the brunt of the explosion and died instantly. The remainder were either wounded or to dazed to resist. Several did manage to stand but blood leaked from their ears and eyes, the concussion of the blast had shattered something in their head.
Solomon carefully lifted his crossbow and fitted a bolt, tipped with wood and dipped in holy water, into the groove. He balanced it on the edge of the chimney and took aim at the carriage. He had no doubt that the young Prince had survived, but how well, he did not know.
The last two ambushers began to scramble onto the carriage, intent on finishing the Prince. If they failed, Solomon would kill him. If they succeeded, he would kill them instead.
He had roundly cursed himself out and then proceeded to quickly lay the last part of his plan, a fuse sewn into a waterproof leather sheath that he carefully ran up the stairs and onto the roof. He had tasted the fuse and knew that the entire length would burn in roughly thirty to thirty five seconds. More than enough time.
As if in an answer to his prayers, the rain had stopped and he could see the glimmer of sunlight as it tried to push through the cloud cover. It was a sign from God.
Now two roofs over from the house he had mined, he sat with his back to a tall chimney and kept a careful watch down the long roadway that the carriage must return through. His gaze was drawn to several heavily cloaked figures slowly beginning to infiltrate the crowds that were walking slowly along the cobblestones, stunned faces turned skyward as a beam of sunlight shot across the granite grey city to splash a blast of golden light across pale skinned faces.
He noted a half dozen men who did not seem at all interested and deduced from their size, for they were clearly well fed, and mannerisms, that they must be a group of his vampire hunting brethren. Ordinarily this would not bother him but they had chosen an intersection fifty yards before his own ambush point. This meant they would intercept Prince Edward before he could. For an instant he thought about abandoning his position but a glance toward the castle told him moving was unwise. The guard was changing and nearly a hundred soldiers were milling about as their officers exchanged salutes.
As if on cue, he heard the thunder of the Princes approaching carriage. The sun was stronger, pushing through more and more, the warm light washing over the stunned guardsmen who paused in the middle of their ceremony to enjoy the brief moment.
Abruptly a horrible scream cut through the air as the other Vampire Hunters sprung their trap, a crossbow bolt flashing out to bury itself in the carriage drivers neck. Amazingly the man didn't die, instead grimly clinging to his reins as he drove the horses onward. Solomon had to admire the mans determination. The guards around the main gate exploded into motion like a swarm of ants disturbed at their nest and began to run toward the carriage even as the Princes personal guard closed in around it. Some went down in crumpled heaps as more crossbow bolts flashed out.
One of the horses gave a tremendous scream as it's foreleg broke on the uneven cobblestone and it tumbled down in a heap, just shy of the entrance to the house Solomon had so carefully prepared. The other five horses were dragged to a stop by its weight and the heavy carriage slewed sideways as the Vampire Hunters, nine of them, swarmed toward it, butchering the Princes guardsmen who had clearly not had to fight any living enemies in a long time.
The hundred or so men coming from the Castle were another thing however and their own crossbows fired, throwing back several of the Princes attackers. One of the Hunters sprang to the door of the carriage and wrenched it open, wooden stake in hand, but a bolt slammed into his side and he spun away with a shriek that was almost lost beneath the roar of the approaching guardsmen.
That was when Solomon blew the mine. The black powder so carefully concealed in the house and mortared in place to help direct the blow, caught fire and unleashed its tremendous power. As predicated, much of it was wasted upward but enough had been planted to ensure the complete destruction of the house.
For a moment it was as if the fuse had not worked as planned, but then a low rumble filled the street. The houses walls bulged, buckled, and then exploded outward in a tremendous billow of stone, splinters, ash and flame. The blast scattered the charging soldiers and Vampire Hunters like leaves before the wind, sweeping them clear from the street in an instant. The heavy carriage was hurled onto its side and the remainder of the horses slaughtered by the blast.
A strange silence seemed to fill the street as it reverberated with the roar of the blast. Then the screams could be heard. The calls for help. The sounds of men whose lives had been destroyed in an instant. Only two Vampire Hunters remained and they stumbled through the dust and smoke toward the Princes overturned carriage, weapons in hand. Men of determination and opportunity. Solomon admired that.
Of the guardsmen there was no sign. The majority of them had taken the brunt of the explosion and died instantly. The remainder were either wounded or to dazed to resist. Several did manage to stand but blood leaked from their ears and eyes, the concussion of the blast had shattered something in their head.
Solomon carefully lifted his crossbow and fitted a bolt, tipped with wood and dipped in holy water, into the groove. He balanced it on the edge of the chimney and took aim at the carriage. He had no doubt that the young Prince had survived, but how well, he did not know.
The last two ambushers began to scramble onto the carriage, intent on finishing the Prince. If they failed, Solomon would kill him. If they succeeded, he would kill them instead.
Okay, who is still with us and does everyone require the main plotline to drive their own story forward?
@Eviledd1984I don’t presume to tell you what to do. Play your charactee as you see fit. You can write a response based on the character you were dealing with.
@Abyss Here to help!
@Eviledd1984 Send them a PM and give them until the end of the week. If nothing is heard, move on!
@Eviledd1984 Send them a PM and give them until the end of the week. If nothing is heard, move on!
@Abyss I assume you mean escaped Japan and travelled to the USA?
To everyone else, thanks for the support. i’ll aim to post in the next 48 hours!
To everyone else, thanks for the support. i’ll aim to post in the next 48 hours!
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