User:144-Patient Appelant/Legacy Chronicles: We Were Lost

A sub-chapter/episode in the Legacy Chronicles story arc.

"I know it's crazy to say this now, but that day... it actually started good. I mean, never have we had a Founding Day celebration like the one that was going on that day. This might sound cliche but before, I thought that good time was from God - trying to give us one last good time before we left this life, you know. Now, I don't think God could of had anything to do with that day; it was pure hell."

- Detective Sterling Hopkins

Part I: Bad To Worse
It was a bright morning with barely a cloud in the sky. White pedals blew in the cool breeze as the Angelisian Rose Trees began to bloom. Angelis City, the capital of gorgeous Angelis, had it's streets packed as citizens roamed the streets in celebration of the colony's establishment, also known as Founding Day. The celebration was thunderous as the music and cheers from the crowds could be heard all the way in the borderlands of the colony, the farmlands. Of course, with any major gathering, police are certain to be in the area.

The Angelis Security Patrol would have their hands full with keeping everything monitored and while most would see the day as a vacation, others would find it as a waste of time. One of the more prominent of those people would be Detective Andrew Zimmer, a rookie detective of ASP. "Are you kidding me. That's why I hate Foundation Day, big crowds of a bunch of screaming little kids and obnoxious tourists," says Zimmer as he strolled on a Downtown sidewalk with a cup of coffee in hand. "Easy there, Rookie. It's an easy day and an easy paycheck; just try to relax," replies the man walking next to him, Detective Sterling Hopkins.

"You know something, just because I happened to be new to you doesn't mean I'm a rookie - I've been patrolling these streets as a Uniform for, like, five years, okay," says Zimmer in a frustrated tone.

"Well, I'll have you know I patrolled these streets as a Uniform for four years... fifteen years ago that is. I've been a detective long enough for anyone to be a rookie compared to me," replies Hopkins with a grin.

"Yeah, everyone except the Captain," says Zimmer.

"Ha, I'll have his job soon enough," says Hopkins with the grin stretching wider across his face.

"Yeah, right," says Detective Zimmer and the two law enforcers laugh before entering the nearby and famous donut shop, Hal's Donuts. Detective Zimmer would be just one of the only two people that didn't like the attractions of Foundation Day. The other loather of big crowds and spoiled children would be Isabella Court, commander of an Urban Response Team stationed on Angelis. She was off-duty that day, one of her only vacation days of the year, but she actually seemed more bored than relaxed; though she did find it fortunate that on this day, she would be able to get her hands on a jelly-filled pastry from Hal's Donuts. She'd walked up to the counter and ordered her usual when she felt a familiar aura, a presence that she'd never forget. Jason Blackstone, appeared from behind her and leaned against the glass counter; "Powdered donut filled with strawberry jelly, I see that's still your favorite." A cashier walked back up to the register and Jason raised his index finger, a sign that he'd established in the shop as the sign for "The Usual Please".

"What are you doing here," asks Isabella as if she didn't already know.

"You know I always come here at nine," replies Jason.

"Really, I didn't know that," says Isabella with a slight grin that would be hidden behind the donut she prepared to take a bite from.

"Ha, I'm the one who first brought you here, remember," laughs Jason as the cashier returns with a fresh chocolate donut.

"I just noticed you never seem to get coffee from here," says Isabella.

"Well, let's just say that Hal's is known a lot better for their donuts than there coffee for a reason, says Jason with a smirk. Isabella smiles a little but quickly wipes it away.

"Say, do you remember him," says Jason pointing to two men sitting at a table at the back of the shop.

"You mean sitting with the younger guy? Yeah, Hopkins, I think was his name," says Isabella.

"Yeah, and it looks like he has a new partner; let's go say what's up," says Jason with his signature eye brow raise, a sign of his curiosity.

The two of them start walking toward the table but Detective Hopkins can already see them from the corner of his eye and he can't help but form a tired grin as he shakes his head. He balls up a napkin in his hand after taking a few more bites of a honey-glazed donut and rises to his feet; Detective Zimmer seems confused.

"It's been a long time, you two," says Hopkins.

"Likewise," replies Isabella.

"So, what brings you two big time URT cats to Hal's," says Hopkins with an obvious condescending tone.

"The donuts. What about you," says Jason.

"Likewise," says Hopkins.

"Couldn't help but notice you have a new partner. What, did your other partner wise up and get a desk job where he's out of the way," says Isabella. Hopkins is noticeably frustrated by this.

"No, he was tired of dealing with whores so he transferred to the K-9 unit," replies Hopkins. Isabella tightens her hand into a fist but her arm is grabbed by Jason.

"So, you like the coffee from this place," says Jason with a smile to Zimmer, looking at the detectives cup of coffee.

"Oh, no. I got this from down the street. Donuts here are amazing though, replies Zimmer with the same cheery disposition.

Isabella pulls her arm away from Jason and starts toward the exit. "See ya later fellas," says Jason, giving an obvious yet inconspicuous glare at Hopkins. Hopkins sits back in his chair and throws the balled up napkin in his plate; "Those two really boil my blood." Detective Zimmer still appears confused at the whole event. "What I just miss," asks Zimmer. "I'll tell you later rookie," replies Hopkins as he looks out the storefront window at the two making there way down the city sidewalk. Andrew begins to get frustrated; "Look dude, If i'm gonna be your partner, you gotta le-" and at that moment, Zimmer would be interrupted by an urgent warning message being scrolled across the television. Meanwhile, on the streets, Jason would finally catch up with Isabella.

"Why'd you have to talk to those assholes," says Isabella angrily.

"Well, I thought his new partner was pretty cool," replies Jason jokingly.

"I'm serious, I was about to-"

"You were about to throw away your career. That is if I weren't there to stop you. You're usually more level-headed than that, what's your deal," asks Jason.

"It's not just him, it's all cops. Those no-skill punks always let trouble get out of hand and when we come to clean up their messes they get in the way and have the nerve to be angry at us," replies Isabella as she dusts the remnant powder of her donut from her hands.

"Yeah, but they do have good intentions. Okay, yeah, they can get a little jealous but so what," asks Jason.

Before Isabella could reply, she notices Colonial Defense crafts roar overhead. "Were we supposed to be giving the crowds a show today," asks Isabella. "I don't think so," replies Jason. Police vehicles begin making their way down the street with loudspeakers, yelling mostly inaudible announcements and commands through the speakers. Just then, the city's emergency sirens begin to sound, though no drills were scheduled for that day. Detectives Hopkins and Zimmer would go running from the donut shop and at that moment, Isabella knew something was wrong. Both Isabella's and Jason's emergency communicators would go off at the same time; this was it, Angelis was under attack.