Caging the Watchdog (@watchdogofhell)
Seigi sat in his ship, the Gold Nova, and skimmed through the news about SPD’s Earth Branch and their recent calamity with their new commissioner.
“Such a shame. Looks like that had potential.” Seigi sighed as he swiped the article close on his screen. “But...there should still be some pieces to pick up.”
Seigi sat up and began running messages through his contacts on Earth. He was asking for some humans that were looking to get paid, and that were willing to go into a well-armed location.
He also sent a message to a very deep entrenched informant of his and asked if any of Kight Reidlich’s underlings retained their cover after his plan went south.
Several weeks later, DekaBase was flush with trainees making themselves familiar with their stations. They had several new mechanics working to maintain the mechas, and new chemists and biologists working in the sciences lab. As the guards began to change shifts, some of the new faces began to fidget, hiding anticipation.
A gold-and white spaceship loomed overhead as some new and some familiar members of the teams pulled out firearms rangeing from SP-Shooters to high-caliber rifles that had been hidden in desks or otherwise out-of-sight compartments. The “mechanics” shed their overalls and revealed military-grade protective clothing. They stormed up the bays and began planting bombs on the individual Dekamachines.
“Attention, Special Police Dekaranger. My name is Estevan. I have taken control of your base and have secured your assets. I wish to speak with Doggie Kruger face-to-face. If any of you raise arms against my men, if one person draws a license to transform, they are ordered to execute on sight. DekaMaster; you have 1 minute to meet me in your command room.”
Seigi departed from his shep and had some of his men escort him through DekaBase in one of his suits. The patch of the Space Sherrif that was once on the suit pocket had a scorch mark on it.