as written by Tiko and Saarai
"It's when they exterminate all life on a planet," Sonja explained.
Before Phinx could make her call, her phone rang. The caller would be from one of Phinx's own people, forwarding a request of aid from the TNG for as many ships as the Invictus could spare. It would seem the TNG had full intentions of forcing the Aschen from the local region once and for all.
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"I'm not going to let that happen." She said, bringing her phone up to her ear to answer it. "Yeah. Yeah, what's up?" Phinx made a face at what she was hearing, shaking her head slowly.
"Okay. Mobilize." Phinx said, putting her phone away. "Sonja, we gotta go." The woman said, "We're going to help the TNG. It's better if you head back to the station and wait. I'm going to send someone to protect you." Phinx told the Aschen woman.
She reached out to help her stand, using her other hand to nudge Sugar.
"You're in charge." She told him, "Understood." Sugar said with a nod, pushing back a man attempting to lunge towards Sonja.
"Nina, get the others out here. I want you all holding the front gate. Weapons cold. Less-than-lethal unless needed." Sugar ordered, "Go." He said to Phinx and Sonja.
"While you can."
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The crowd showed no sign of calming as Phinx helped Sonja back up the steps into the station. Shouts and jeers were throw after them, and the gunshot had pushed things well past the boiling point. More rocks were flung as the enraged crowd was being pushed back to clear the area, but Phinx and Sonja had enough distance now to not be in any immediate danger.
The gash over her brow was bleeding heavily though as they made it inside, and from the look of it she was going to need stitches.
She was feeling woozy and she settled herself into the nearest vacant chair while keeping pressure on the cut.
"Go on, I can sit put," Sonja told Phinx.
She wasn't entirely certain of her safety even here in the police station, but it was probably the best of a lot of bad options right now.
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"Alright. Get your head checked out. I'll be back soon." Phinx told Sonja. "Protect yourself. Even here. You can only really trust my people." She added, discreetly pulling a gun from her jacket and handing it to z the Aschen club owner.
"I gotta go." Phinx said, turning to leave Sonja in the relative safety of the police station.
Back out at the front entrance into The Courtyard, it's stalwart defenders had their hands full with the angry mob. The pepper spray had come out, police officers spraying it in hopes of dispersing the mob.
Nina began to back away from the scene, handing raising to her right ear as she retreated. "Rippers, we're needed up front. Sandman, hold position." Nina said, barely dodging a stone that had come flying over the gate.
"Hurry."
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The mob calmed down as time went by, enough to stop trying to tear down the walls into the Courtyard at the very least.
Up above were armed airships with Invictus insignias patrolling the skies. They had come through for the TNG, even if everyone didn't agree that it was the best idea.
In the police station it became clear that there were some deep divisions inside and outside if the organization. The ships in the sky and in the space above were being seen as escalation by some. For others in the Invictus it was a no-win situation.
Just another opportunity for the TNG to conveniently forget their friends, or another reason for the Aschen, or anyone, to invade and blame it on their presence.
Phinx wasn't having that, she stepped into the police station with a police officer in tow. The officer pulling along one if the Yakuza troublemakers from the front gate.
"What do you want me to do with him?" He asked Phinx, "You don't answer to me." She told him, looking around to notice some of the glares coming her way from the cops.
The Invictus had more influence, more celebrity, than Phinx wanted. It was her idea for them to branch out, to have recognizable faces. But that was only supposed to go as far as kids wanting autographs from Taco, girls borrowing her style, clothing, shoes.
Maybe even a movie.
"Where's Sonja?"
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"I heard we're all that's left." A police officer said to his partner as they moved through the crowd. "You don't believe that, do you?" His partner asked, "We're not being abandoned, the government needs time to recover." He continued.
"I'm just saying, we're on the ropes. The Aschen aren't the only ones out there. The Scatterrans, Taiyou, terrorists, even these guys. The Invictus." He said, "You think everyone there is on the same page? Or what if that page says they take control?" The first officer asked.
He gestured around, "They have a small army. And they aren't the only ones." He added, eyes resting on one of the more suspicious figures in the crowd.
"Stop being so paranoid. You need some optimism in your life."
The officers passed by a group of men and women, most of them Asian and Hispanic showing visible Yakuza tattoos. Seated in the middle of the group was Jackson Machida, leader of the local chapter of the Red Rain Yakuza.
He had grown a thick beard and nearly as thick hair. The man was still in a dark place since his sister's murder. But, his people still rallied behind him. They even carved out their own VIP section in the crowd.
Their Irish enemies were doing the same, keeping an eye on their foes no matter where they were. Control of the criminal underworld never really ended.
"We should just take him out now." An Irishman said, "No. Sean gave us specific orders. We aren't ta' do anything to draw attention for awhile." Another responded.
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"She's in one of the interrogation rooms," one of the officers told Phinx. "Down that way. Figured she was safer in there than out here. Two of yours are in there with her."
"Waste of space if you ask me," another officer spat.
That an officer made no secret of his distaste with wasting resources on the Aschen woman, and that he did so openly in front of his colleagues spoke heavily of the level of outrage spreading through the city for those of Aschen blood.
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"Thanks." Phinx said, deciding it best to bite her tongue lest things get out of hand again. The Aschen had a bad reputation and Sonja was going to suffer for it. At least for a little while.
The Invictus leader headed down to the interrogation room, making her presence known when she opened the door by saying, "We aren't dead."
"Which is great."
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"I'm not sure great is the word I would use when half the city is burning," Sonja answered.
Words aside though, there was relief evident in her eyes.
"What now?"
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Phinx shrugged, leaning against a wall. "We help the government put the fires out and they take over from there. Things go back to being as normal as they can be." She told Sonja.
"The Aschen Empire is gone for now. My people are holding the line. It'll be fine." She assured Sonja, "I got your back, baby."
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"Do you think it would be okay if I stayed at your place for a few days?" Sonja asked. "I'm not sure my place is the safest place to be at the moment."
She didn't voice her thoughts that it wasn't the locals she was afraid would come kicking in her door, but rather her own government. The video footage of Aschen citizens being executed in the streets by Aschen soldiers had left her shaken.
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"Yeah. You got it. I'll have to stick around here for awhile, but I'll pop in later. I'll have my cousin Shawn take you. My brother and his lot are there, so you'll be safe." She told Sonja.
"Good people. Some might not like you being around, but they'll know you aren't a bad person." Phinx said, "People like us got asshole detectors."
"Can find an asshole faster than a gay doctor performing a colonoscopy."
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"I appreciate it," Sonja answered before pausing as if she had something more to say. She finally smiled and settled for, "You've been a good friend. Thank you." She stood up, ready to depart.
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"I'm good to my friends." Phinx told Sonja, removing her phone from a pocket. She began to type, clearly sending a text to another person. "Shawn's going to meet us outside." Phinx said, opening up the interrogation room door.
"Aschen ladies first."
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"We're almost there. Just a few more miles and we reach the destination." Said Walbridge as he drove the armored APC through crowds of people just north of The Courtyard. The streets had been mostly cleared with the assistance of the WCPD, as well as the Invictus soldiers on foot.
People were trying to see who was inside the APC. Was it Rhea? An Aschen? Their savior? Their reckoning?
Lucian wasn't any of those things. The last one in the past, maybe. But, today he was a man who upheld everything the Invictus was founded on. Everything he and his friends founded the Invictus on.
"It's a bit slow, but it's smoothing sailing." Walbridge informed the Invictus founder, "Good. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get this done.