Officer Chase
A D̶a̶n̶d̶y̶ Dani Thread (Vacation)

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"Indeed." Chase fussed with a piece of fluff at the corner of his optic.

"Sorry about that." Realizing she’d only made it worse by trying to whip the sap off with her shirt, Dani offered to pinch away the bothersome fluff with her fingers. Taking a look around for her bike which now laid in a pile with a broken bike chain. "Well that’s definitely now how I saw this day going."

"I suppose you could consider it like one of those mud masks that you peel off. I don’t think it works very well on paint and metal though." Chase looked over at the bike with a small vent. "I don’t suppose that’s fixable without the proper tools?” 

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Chase stepped forward to examine the drone he’d shot down. A camera lens and tracking device mounted on one of the blast arms caught his optic and he stomped on it. “Safe bet they know where we are now,” he turned to his teammate, “I think we should…. Blades?” For one…

Chase joined Blades and looked at the datapad over his shoulder. “Sounds good to me, let’s go.” He kept his blaster primed as they started off, paranoia crawled along his backstrut as they moved out into the open.

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"Apparently, the street sweeper was damaged when Mr. Cullen’s last rocket got away from him. I think we were dealing with the giant hole in Lake Street at the time. Kade said he would keep the streets clean while Doc Greene repaired the sweeper, but I’m starting to get the…

Chief Burns sighed, “I’ll have to get onto him about it, he probably thinks I didn’t hear him promise.”

"Well then, let’s investigate shall we?" Chase gently reversed and looked for a good place to set down.

A D̶a̶n̶d̶y̶ Dani Thread (Vacation)

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"I-I believe so… just a lot less mobile." Chase tipped his chin to one side to keep the fresh sap from running into his oral unit.  "At least I can still speak."

“Well that’s a good thing. Small blessings right?” Dani shook her head after successfully prying him free. She used the corner of her shirt try and help it did little in way of removing the sap and only added a pleasant layer of cottony fluff. As if feathering him after he’d been tared. Her hands felt none too pleasant either.

"Indeed." Chase fussed with a piece of fluff at the corner of his optic.

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'It's too hot already to be walking in this and this road is filthy. Pretty sure that's a broken beer bottle sprayed out over the road and a …is that a hub?' Dani gave driving back another go this time distracted by the debris that lay strewed out on the side of the road. “When was the last time the street sweeper came this way? It's filthy!”

Remaining silent for the duration of the flight Blades chose only to talk when something caught his eye for the split second it was open. “What was that? Down there?” Sure it was nothing, but he did wonder, he did like to know and his curiosity was peaked.

"Apparently, the street sweeper was damaged when Mr. Cullen’s last rocket got away from him. I think we were dealing with the giant hole in Lake Street at the time. Kade said he would keep the streets clean while Doc Greene repaired the sweeper, but I’m starting to get the feeling he just said that to impress Haley."

Chase gave Blades a small smile, “There’s quite a bit of down there, can you narrow it down some?” 

That Wasn’t So Difficult

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"You’re welcome. Why don’t you take my amo, I don’t need it." Even if his fire arm was usable he was a lousy shot. Fine when the targets were made out of paper, but in real world application his servos shook and seized up around the trigger.

"Agreed, not exactly sure why they threw us out here. Even a dummy to drag around would had made sense. With little markers on it or something to indicate whether or not you made it to a finishing point. Granted surviving without someone is important in and of ittself. You have to be able to get to them first without getting shot, butt this seems a little jurryriggged." It was when Chase cried outt, whatever awful sound that made Blades deploy one of his many tallents. Vanishing. He was no where in sight after that. Long gone was the gear or the bot that had been carrying it. There wasn’t so much as a mark on the ground to indicate he’d even moved let alone run away. He’d just simply vanished. Far away, almost comically so, he peaked from around a narrow rock some how finding a way to hide behind it despite the dimensions appearing to be too small. "I-is-is it.. safe to come out now?" One could only wonder how he’d even gotten so far away, separate of the fact that he was and is a colossal coward if ever there were one.

Chase stepped forward to examine the drone he’d shot down. A camera lens and tracking device mounted on one of the blast arms caught his optic and he stomped on it. “Safe bet they know where we are now,” he turned to his teammate, “I think we should…. Blades?” For one absurdly horrific nanoklik, the trainee police-bot thought his friend might have been taken while he was distracted by the drone. Hearing Blades’ voice in the distance, Chase blinked and tried to shake off the astonishment of finding him so far away. “How’d you…. I-yes, I believe it’s safe for the moment.” He hitched his gear into place, stowing the extra ammo that Blades had given him, and studied the surrounding land and sky for signs of anything suspicious before moving toward his teammate. “That drone had a tracer on it and they’ll be able to track it here. We need to be long gone before they arrive.”

Step into the Ring (closed)

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Chase waved him on. “Go, sprint, we’ll talk later. Don’t run into anyone.”

Leo began to edge away as he talked. “Ok, great to see you Chase. Tell Horace to behave himself, we’ll have lunch, or dinner, or something else entirely that may or may not involve food consumption.”  

Chase’s fingers tightened reflexively around the bag in his hand when Horace was mentioned. “Good behavior, you got it.” A chuckle escaped him at Leo’s offers, “we’ll talk about it later, go.” He shook his head and turned away to go home, hopefully he could get in without Horace noticing his purchase.

Look Who’s Back

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"Right, a fire fighter, an EMS pilot, and an engineer… What danger could they possibly get into?" Sarcasm filled the man’s voice, "and having the chief of police as their daddy doesn’t make them targets either, right?"

Chief Burns cringed slightly. “They chose their professions.”

Graham couldn’t stand that this man was try to freak his dad out with the jobs he and his siblings choose. They picked those carers, because they wanted to help people. That’s how they were raised. 

"Go on Chief, shoot. It’ll be a pleasure to know that you can get your kids taken away due to ‘using excessive force’ or whatever the heck you pinned on me.”

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Chase pulled his legs up and cuddled into Horace’s side. “I don’t tolerate you Horace, I adore you. I feel lucky every time I look at you and remember that I can call you mine. You make me happy, you always have…” Chase laid his head on Horace’s chest. “I want to be here, you mean the world to me.”

Corners of his mouth turned upward, “I should be better, but I’m worse”. “But I’m happy if I can make you happy. You mean the world to me, an-..” That thought would have to wait as the mobile on the edge of the table buzzed and fell off the table in the process. It startled him, as well as the cats.

Chase nuzzled Horace’s chest before turning over and retrieving the insistent little instrument from the floor. He thought about sending the call to voicemail, but seeing who it was stopped him.
"It’s my mom, I should talk to her."
His parents rarely called him during the day, though they seemed to have the odd impression that his work never carried on after 5pm, his mother got huffy if his voicemail picked up or if he answered and had to terminate the call early. Something about her calling in the morning hours unnerved him and he unconsciously reached for Horace’s hand as he hit ‘accept.’