You turn around as two women call out for your attention. You are smiling, thinking that maybe you were going to get a nice night with some freaks, until you see their police uniforms. Your smile turns to a blank poker face as they approach you, your two bottom hands slipping into your inner coat pockets and wrapping their fingers around your pistols while your upper hands wave at the officers.
The first officer towers over you, at least 6'5" with a body that was in perfect proportion. "Stick out one of your hands, and put your other hands where I can see them." She orders you in a commanding, yet not harsh tone.
"What's the meaning of this? I haven't done anything wrong." You tell her, complying by drawing your hands out empty.
The other officer spoke this time. She was a 5'8 cyborg (or an android, you couldn't tell) with an incredibly life like body. The only way you could tell was her head. Her body was fully enclosed in light duty patrol armor, however her head was just a 360 degree camera pod with a small speaker on it. "You look a lot like someone we know. Slag Henrel, notorious pirate and wanted by the galactic senate of Hyperion 3, a well as 75% of all other recognized powers for piracy, larceny, murder in all five degrees, destruction of public property, destruction of private property, arson, evading arrest, flying a war type star ship without insurance or proper licensing, grave robbing, aggravated assault with a processed food product, armed robbery-"
You cut her off as you would be here all day if you let her list off EVERY illegal activity you indulged in. "Yeah, I want to look like him. Slag is a hardcore bad ass, I had the surgeries necessary to look just like him. So what, a lot of people have surgery to look like pirates, they're cool. I've seen at least three people just TODAY who were modded to look like five eyed Blarthax, and I don't see you accusing them of anything."
The big officer shrugged "Look, just hold out one of your hands. I you're not Slag you can go and enjoy your night, no more trouble from us." She told you, pulling out a DNA tester.
You held out your hand and internally cursed, trying to think of a way out of this situation. The needle pricked your finger, and after about three seconds the device beeped, verifying you as Slag Henrel.
"Well I'll be damned, you were right! It really is him!" The cyborg girl chirped. "The boss is going to promote us for sure for catching him!"
The big girl smiled "Not so fast, we have one of the most famous outlaws in front of us, one known for his tenacity, vigor, and... his many appendages. What if we were to let him off the hook, in return for a... special favor!" She unsubtly cooed. Her partner did not reply at first, but eventually giggled with glee.
"Yeah, but only if he helps BOTH of us out... simultaneously!" She responds.
You are stunned, you knew the Velusians thought with their junk at all times, but this is just too good to be true!... Is it too good to be true? They paused for a second, were they talking telepathically? They could have been planning to take you in after having their fun with you, get the cake and eat it too. Both girls frowned and drew their guns to threaten you. "You have ten seconds to make up your mind or else! They only ask for your complete head and brain, we have a lot of lethal shots that leave those intact!"
You...
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