Miya's eyebrow twitches, losing concentration with all the weapon parts of her half-made gun clattering onto the table.

She hops from her seat then walks down the stairs to stand in front of the blue monitor with a rotating circle beacon in the middle.

She places a finger on the monitor and then backs away to lean on the sofa. The circle fades into a young woman with short blue hair and pink skin wearing a blue Federation uniform.

"Uhm... Is this Patroller Miya I'm speaking too?"

Miya nods her head. "Yes, it is. I was in the middle of something so make this quick."

"O-of course! It seems you're needed in Area 23-D for a situation regarding a young human male and a eyporean female."

Miya rubs the back of her neck with a sigh. "I knew they'd cause trouble. Why can't the local enforcement just handle them?"

"W-well ma'am," The commissioner scratches her cheek with a nervous smile. "They're being held at gunpoint by a hostile assailant. A-and it's protocol to call all specialists and Beath-class officers to the scene…."

Loliel, Koko, and Kyamyo run down the stairs and stand in front of the board.

"What did she just say? They're being held at gunpoint?" Loliel asks with a serious tone.

Kyamyo twists her body in angst. "Oh no... What are we going to do?"

"We're going to help them that's what! Isn't it obvious?" Koko exclaims while walking to the door.

"... Stop."

Koko turns around to Miya walking past her.

"I'll deal with it. Civilians would just make the situation worse."

Koko takes a step forward, throwing her fist to the side. "But they're our friends Miya! We have to help!"

"You can help by not helping. This is a hostage situation, you'd let your emotions cloud your judgment for proper action. Stay here."

Koko turns to Loliel, pointing her finger at Miya with a scowl. "Captain! Do you have anything to say to her? You're going to allow us too-"

Loliel nods her head, then crosses her arms. "Miya's right. This is their home turf, we're not on Earth anymore. Let's play by their rules and not cause a scene."

Kyamyo dips her head, twirling a few locks of her hair. Koko looks back at the door sliding shut with Miya outside the room.

She grits her teeth and slams her fist into the silver door.

"Dammit!"

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A purple-skinned brute wearing bulky mecha armor grits his teeth while looking at his surroundings. Several black armored personnel surrounded him with their guns raised. Their eyes were replaced with multiple blue and green lasers analyzing their target's position and medical numerals.

The crowds on either side of the spectacle were halted by cyborgs and droids creating holographic yellow tape signaling 'Danger' in different languages with blaring red sirens. People continue to join the mass from shops and eateries along the corridor, hushed from the seriousness of the situation.

The purple-skinned brute raises two hands, wielding DAR-12 rifles with long barrels and four nozzles twirling with red bulbs. The crowds on both sides back away, with screams and yelps, heard along with the law enforcement personnel whirring their guns as well.

In his second pair of hands, he held a young woman with galaxy-like hair wearing a black bodysuit, covering her mouth and gripping her torso with his biceps. A young man with spiky-red hair knelt on one knee a few feet in front of the brute, wiping away of stream of blood flooding down his nose.

"Let Adalae go right now! Or you'll regret it!" Maxim shouts while standing back on his feet.

"Last chance! Drop the girl or we'll shoot!" One of the officers yells.

“… Yashuda es’anumap! Getnup!" The purple-skinned brute exclaims in response.

Walking a few feet from the gathering crowd, Miya looks down at the broken and shattered glass of shops on both her sides. Her boots crink on the glass while noticing the different palette of blood puddles on the floor as people run past her to join the huddle.

A few medical officers put holographic white hoods over a few still bodies lying on the ground. A woman with green skin and cat-like whiskers huddles over a black-hooded man. Her tears drip from her whiskers while she clutches onto them, nodding her head into a sob. The cries and wails of children and family members flood Miya's ears as their told the news of their loved ones' deaths by officers on the scene.

"… You there. You're Patroller Miya I assume."

Miya looks behind her to a man with blue skin and black eyes wearing a Federation uniform with gold stripes wrapping around his torso and arms. He salutes, then looks down at Miya's badge with a nod.

"We were told that a Patroller just got issued residency here for the Valcro Unit. At first, I didn't believe it, but the rumors were true.

Miya looks past him at the dense bullet holes and laser-encased lines on the adjacent walls and stores.

"For the briefing, around 2 Mon Clases ago, a Callean male wearing Masus‐type proficiency battle gear started off on a rampage after witnesses say he started yelling nonsense and became erratic. He then took out two DAS-12 rifles and fired them at passerby, at least sixteen dead with even more casualties."

Miya sighs with a hand on her hip. "How did he even get May-class weapons through clearance?"

"I can't answer that question without speculation, not enough data. Meaning we need to take him alive."

"What have you tried? If he's wearing battle gear couldn't he be cy-circuited?"

The officer nods his head. "We've tried that. He's unaffected by any cybernetic attacks. We've even had attempts by our CORE team for masking assaults, however he's unaffected by bullets and plasma rings‐"

"Because he's wearing Masus-type armor, yes I get it." Miya then looks around with a scowl. "I can't be the only specialist on site here. Where are the others?"

The officer scratches the back of his head, then leans down to Miya's ear level. "Well ma'am... There's an unspoken rule that if bounty hunters or high-ranking officers see no appeal in the case then they won't bother coming. There was a group of them here a while ago, but upon hearing the briefing they all thought it was a lost cause so..."

Miya then looks to the side, her fingers resting at the tip of her chin. "Well if I had known that..."

"Please." The officer bows his head with an arm covering his chest. "Look around you at all the people hurt from this unfortunate event. If you have any sympathy for those hurt then-"

Miya's snickering makes him look down with widened eyes. She then looks up at him with a smirk.

"I don't know about empathy. But sure, since you asked politely I'll try my best." Miya waves at him from behind while walking toward the 'Danger' holographic tape.