Post by Malti Kweefe on Aug 24, 2010 22:27:30 GMT -5
IC: <Shipyard, Kianto> <Malti Kweefe>
As the last of the "visiting" ships take off to explore the disturbance on the moon of Omwat, Malti is left with the task of preventing anymore violence from occuring within the city limits.
"First thing's first" Malti says out loud, as if someone is around to hear him. "...figure out what to do..."
Malti decides a patrol of the city would be the ideal first step in his newly inherited position of Acting Constable. As Malti makes his way past the Hospital, he hears screaming and shouting coming from the Marketplace District.
As Malti sprints to approach the commotion, he identifies an Omwati assaulting the store of a very short, skiddish merchant. Shouting becomes more and more clear as Malti sprints toward the scene.
"...and wha.....do? I'...ell ya! You so...me a kno..k-off!" The Omwati screams. His anger obviously being directed at the mercant as he flails about, puffing up his chest, and making hand motions suggesting his actions will lead to assault.
Malti slows his approach as to not anger the Omwati any further. The merchants plea can be heard clearly through the abandoned streets of the Marketplace District.
"No no, please, you don't understand friend, the item you bought was merely...um....in poor condition, yes. Poor condition indeed! I feel sorry for you friend, but my policy won't allow me to take back this item, seeing as it's broken.
The Omwati throws his hands in the air, attempting to scare the merchant with size alone. "Of course it's broken!! YOU SOLD ME A PIECE OF JUNK!!! You know what my policy is?!? I kill little thieving bastards who try to swindel me! That's MY policy!" the Omwati's eyes fill with anger and malice as he pull his fist back to pommel the tiny merchant.
Malti suddenly appears behind the Omwati, tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I believe you're being an insensitive prick. I'm going to have to ask you to leave this merchant alone now, and accompany me to the hospital."
The Omwati laughs at the idle threat. "Who's going to back this scrawny little swindler up huh? You? Unless you've got some friends, I'm not going with you anywhere."
The Omwati reaches both hands forward to push Malti to the ground, in doing so, losing interest in the merchant who has already began to flee the scene.
Malti drops to his knees, avoiding the thunderous force of the Omwati's palms, and strikes him directly in the side of the kneecap.
"Yeeeeeaaaaa-........GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The Omwati collapses onto the ground with a loud slam as dirt flies up around his body. Malti binds the hands of the assailant, and stands him up, holding onto him by the plumes.
"YOU LITTLE FUCK! Get this shit off me you piece of shit! I swear I'm going to rip your fu---" A loud thud coming from Malti's fist knocks the brute unconscious.
"Now, time to find a prisoner transport. No way am I carrying you to the hospital by myself big guy."
OOC: <Marketplace District, Kianto> <Malti Kweefe>
As the last of the "visiting" ships take off to explore the disturbance on the moon of Omwat, Malti is left with the task of preventing anymore violence from occuring within the city limits.
"First thing's first" Malti says out loud, as if someone is around to hear him. "...figure out what to do..."
Malti decides a patrol of the city would be the ideal first step in his newly inherited position of Acting Constable. As Malti makes his way past the Hospital, he hears screaming and shouting coming from the Marketplace District.
As Malti sprints to approach the commotion, he identifies an Omwati assaulting the store of a very short, skiddish merchant. Shouting becomes more and more clear as Malti sprints toward the scene.
"...and wha.....do? I'...ell ya! You so...me a kno..k-off!" The Omwati screams. His anger obviously being directed at the mercant as he flails about, puffing up his chest, and making hand motions suggesting his actions will lead to assault.
Malti slows his approach as to not anger the Omwati any further. The merchants plea can be heard clearly through the abandoned streets of the Marketplace District.
"No no, please, you don't understand friend, the item you bought was merely...um....in poor condition, yes. Poor condition indeed! I feel sorry for you friend, but my policy won't allow me to take back this item, seeing as it's broken.
The Omwati throws his hands in the air, attempting to scare the merchant with size alone. "Of course it's broken!! YOU SOLD ME A PIECE OF JUNK!!! You know what my policy is?!? I kill little thieving bastards who try to swindel me! That's MY policy!" the Omwati's eyes fill with anger and malice as he pull his fist back to pommel the tiny merchant.
Malti suddenly appears behind the Omwati, tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I believe you're being an insensitive prick. I'm going to have to ask you to leave this merchant alone now, and accompany me to the hospital."
The Omwati laughs at the idle threat. "Who's going to back this scrawny little swindler up huh? You? Unless you've got some friends, I'm not going with you anywhere."
The Omwati reaches both hands forward to push Malti to the ground, in doing so, losing interest in the merchant who has already began to flee the scene.
Malti drops to his knees, avoiding the thunderous force of the Omwati's palms, and strikes him directly in the side of the kneecap.
"Yeeeeeaaaaa-........GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The Omwati collapses onto the ground with a loud slam as dirt flies up around his body. Malti binds the hands of the assailant, and stands him up, holding onto him by the plumes.
"YOU LITTLE FUCK! Get this shit off me you piece of shit! I swear I'm going to rip your fu---" A loud thud coming from Malti's fist knocks the brute unconscious.
"Now, time to find a prisoner transport. No way am I carrying you to the hospital by myself big guy."
OOC: <Marketplace District, Kianto> <Malti Kweefe>