Winston Chronicles: Qob /Tranquility Universe

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Present Day

 

Lawman Jiles Benson; Guardian and Bodyguard at your Service.

 

Unspeakable District; West Precinct

 

Lawman Jiles Benson had seen his share of rioting in the “Unspeakable” District, but nothing on this scale. Riots often occurred in the District when taxes were raised, food prices increased or some targ fodder of a Lawman intentionally assaults a member of a race that takes their anger to the streets demanding a Guardian’s head.

 

This was something else. The rioters and subsequent looters, crossed the entire racial spectrum. It was sheer madness and fear that drove an entire populace to such a level. Many of these people were just plain scared and had no other way to deal with it.

 

Many were attempting to seek access to the lower levels of the city- the sewers and vehicular tunnels- all because that bastard Minos and his Rainmakers had promised certain death within a few hours. To make matters worse, his terrorist group decided to prove their point by blasting Tranquility City’s Guardian HQ to bits, killing the city's constable and numerous Guardians, and destroying vital equipment.

 

The Guardians were off balance, although word from the Sheriff was that the Marshall of Tranquility City was not killed in the attack. And rumors were flying around the comm channels that she was employing Mercenaries, not Guardians to bring Minos and his Rainmakers to justice. That was not a good sign.

 

Jiles looked towards his partner, Mark Winston, as another disturbing sign. He was only 19 and barely been in uniform for a year. This kid was not ready for this kind of duty, no matter what the circumstances. Not that he didn’t admire the boy for what happened two years ago...he had courage; he sure as heck left an impression on Klingon civic leader Vosh`rok.

 

But still not enough street experience. Worse the kid was small, while Jiles was over six feet 220, this kid was at most 5’9 and 175. He had already been hurt in a few responses. He should have been at a desk, except the one ability that the Sheriff needed him so badly for; which wouldn’t do squat right now. That showed things were seriously frakked up.

 

He’d seen what Winston was capable on that dreadful day at the Garage - and so did the Klingons. That's why they assigned good ole Jiles Benson to tutor and keep this kid alive. And they were making darn sure that the Sheriff respected this kid. Honored would be a better word, Benson thought. Klingons certainly had influence on West Precinct. They supplied basic necessities for law enforcement - save manpower - and the sheriff was not going to ruin an amicable relationship with the local Klingons.

 

But, Klingons were the only ones not rioting. In fact the Sheriff of West Precinct had given Klingons the right to defend their property with lethal force if necessary. There was going to be a big body count after this riot, Benson surmised.

 

“Hey, Jiles,” Mark Winston chirped up suddenly. “Looters.” Winston gestured ahead towards the local ODRI parts shop. Winston doubted the parts were authentic, but looting was looting.

 

“I see them; good eye. And you didn’t use your scope.” Benson Gunned the accelerator and turned on the lights. “Call Precinct on our local..and ready that Klingon 'boomstick' of yours”

 

“Yes sir,” Winston replied as he called dispatch and readied this odd looking short barrelled weapon that Jiles had seen, on many occasions, floor suspects at close range with some sort of blast wave. A gift from Vost`rok himself the day he recieved his uniform.

 

“Okay looks like three Orions. Can you tell why I know they are Orions Lawman Winston?”

 

“Because they are clearly green in complexion and do not have Gorn tails sir. Also the Speeder’s scanner’s verify their species, sir.”

 

“Very Good, Lawman Winston, but remember electronic devices can be fooled. We proceed as if they are shifters. Remember what I told you.” Giles slowed the vehicle down a dozen meters from the “ODRI shop”. The suspects were apparently inside grabbing more gear or spotting the Guardian Speeder.

 

“Ready Sir,” Winston announced. “Sir, have you ever come across a shifter before?”

 

“Not now Lawman.” Benson readied his disruptor pistol. “Focus on the present.” Just as I have to focus on keeping you alive, Lawman Jiles Benson thought as the doors swung open and the two Lawmen went to engage the suspects.

Edited December 28, 2010 by Mitar Precip