This is my BBS story, a sort of fan fiction for the NGPD, if you will. This first post is pretty long, but the rest of the acts are short. This is just to get the story going.
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The Captain waltzed in, a song in his heart and a dance in his shoes. "Gooooood morning Alice!" He dropped the pitch for the O's and raised it for the D. "Good...morning,... sir. Uuuhhh," Alice shook her head to get herself back into reality, "I've filed the latest police report for you. That was some work out there, noticing that a repeat spammer slash stealer was in the portal."
"It's my job." Capitan Mike Weigher responded as he walked into his office and closed the door and shades behind him. He sat down at his desk and looked through the paper work for something interesting besides "stick flash blammed" and "hardcore porn is flagged".
Suddenly, Joey Smile burst into the room. "We got a 0415 coming up in a couple minutes!" he breathlessly panted out.
"God, I haven't seen one of those in ages!"
"I know, what has it been, a year? Let's go!" with that, Mike got up as Joey started to leave. Joey was a good officer, a Captain also. He joined a couple weeks before Mike did, but Mike worked hard and eventually caught up and is now a little above Joey in arrests. But even through all that, their still good friends.
Joey and Mike went into the weapon room and donned their armor. "Damn, this vest is getting small. Remind me tell the laudry person to use less starch." Mike commented.
"Remind her to use less starch, or remind you to eat less donuts!" Joke Joey, jumping into his suite.
"Ha ha, very funny. Can you get me that BFB ((see Tail's arsenal)), and an NG SFA-1 ((also ee Tails's arsenal)) with the .45 ACP rounds. Grab whatever you want." Mike said to Joey.
"Damn, I forgot what a 0415 did to us last time. Might want something even bigger than the BFB. But I guess it'll do." Joey said as he handed out the ammo and guns to Mike. "We got all units on this?"
"Hell yeah! EGB even has multiple agents over. They all went through a couple 0415s when they were here, and were here last year when it happened to NG, and even when they were all there things slipped by, mainly the iffy flash that ends up with a 1.4253 and gets a 2 by accident and raises it up to 1.5001. Damn I hate 0415s!" Mike cocked his gun and went out of the building, into the garage where all the vechiles are kept, with Joey tagging behind, cocking his gun as he jogged to catch up with Mike.
"So, what are we taking, the F.U.L.P. , or the Red Katrina?"((do I really need to say where to look for these?)) Joey asked, for he wasn't in charge of missions like these.
"We need quantity, not quality. take the F.U.L.P. I'll be the mini gunner." Mike slung his weapons to his back and put the BFB next to him when he got into the turret. Joey was able to find 6 active users, 5 from the PD and 1 they sent over from the EGB
They went off to the portal, a mere 10 miles from the Headquarters. They sped down the street, sirens blaring, letting people know that there's a 0415 about to be in progress. They pulled up to the portal, and the luggage of people hoped out and stanced up, fingers on triggers, ready to fire at a moments notice.
"You stay in the mini gun turret; I'll get out and work the ground." Mike said to Joey over the intercom.
A police officer looked over at Captain Weigher and, shaking, asked "Captain, is this all we got? Because I've heard of 0415, and they need a lot more men and women than this."
"We're just the first response team. A few others should be coming soon from other countries that are in the afternoon right now, but us late shift workers have to bear the grunt of the flashes." was the grim response from Mike. The officer gulped.
The few movies coming through were mostly blammed, but a few were saved, including a wonderfully done movie about 2 lovers. Then, after a poorly drawn stick figure's text of agony dispersed into the air, there was nothing.
"Are you sure its coming?" Mike didn't look to see where it came from. "Every year it comes, and is going to be here."
Then, a shadow appeared. It bounced out of the bright portal light and into the street. It's face gleamed, but its hands didn't move. A red triangle appeared over its raspberry body and in a computer generated tone, said "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK FUCK!" and then a massive swarm of other clocks poured through, in hopes of passing under the radar. The air erupted full of shots into the portal, not caring what it hit, because there was nothing but poorly drawn clocks everywhere. A few were spared; either they were good or got lucky and the person assigned to the area they were in was reloading.
Blammed Clocks were everywhere, almost blocking the portal. 2 Red Katrinas passed overheard and fired some missiles into the fray, blowing tens of clocks into the air, flipping into level 1 and 2 users who didn't know what a 0415 was. More troops arrived as more clocks arrived from America.
((to be continued... mainly because this is a long ass post))
