Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

[Shinobi20599]

Calvin "The Chameleon" Christoph was one of the galaxy's most notorious criminals, and with a reward of 2 million Galactic Credits for his capture, he was one of the most hunted as well. But the long arm of the law had yet to ever bring him in, in part due to his expertise at disguising himself, oftentimes resorting to plastic surgery when necessary. Sometimes he appeared skinny, sometimes fat, and other times old, but always he was clever enough to do the crime and avoid the time. None of his past exploits, however, could compare to his latest heist, a fully intact and highly illegal Time Rift Generator! It was a prototype from the early days of time travel, before such a thing became highly regulated and each device was required to have security measures to ensure proper authorization. But with this unlocked device, Calvin could easily take a quick jaunt a few months into the future and have a peek at the prices on the New York Galactic Exchange, come back and invest in the upcoming winners! After inputting the date into his Time Rift Generator, all he had to do was wait for it to make the necessary computations and get his ship up to 88 kilometers per hour to open a time rift. Already in low orbit around the Earth, it wouldn't take long to do either of those things. Although Calvin's personal spacecraft was a junker that didn't look like much, it was indeed capable of reaching such a speed. Slowly he eased into the throttle, and a grin crept onto his face as he imagined how he would spend his ill-gotten gains...

Calvin was suddenly startled back to his senses as the warning panels on his dashboard began flashing with alternating red and blue lights. "Great, the cops," he muttered to himself under his breath. But after all, he was going over the speed limit for low Earth orbit. The high-pitched, oscillating, warning klaxon that accompanied the flashing lights was equally as annoying, but there seemed to be no way to turn it off. "Piece of garbage!" He gave the dash a heavy hammering with his fist. Eager to vent his frustration, the man quickly opened a visual com channel and shouted, "Come and get me, pig!" His face still covered in bandages from his latest plastic surgery, Calvin had no qualms about broadcasting his image. He did, however use the voice modulator which made his voice sound deep and distorted. Looking over at his Time Rift Generator, he saw it still needed another 8 minutes to finish the computations. "This is going to be a close one..." he grinned to himself as he put his ship into full throttle, which began to rattle and shake as it accelerated closer and closer to the required speed.

 

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A taut hiss thrummed from Alexis Sinclaire's lips, her police cruiser's red-and-blue beacons strobing across the gloom of the void. Beneath her, Earth's globe spun, oblivious - the afterburners kicking in, as her ship rose on a plume of flame.

Low-orbit interception. The worst of both worlds. Even through her inertia compensators, she could feel the g-forces buffeting her, rattling her like a die in a cup - Her visor displaying ETAs, trajectories, the border when Earth law ended and Federation law began-

"Pull *over*-!" Alexis hissed, her brow furrowed just so...Her midnight hair cascading down her slim shoulders, her form limned in the aurora's light - And what a form it was! Across visual comms, her appearance would be the same - a ubiquitous smooth chrome avatar, voice carefully filtered into the buzzing, mechanical snap of authority - her teeth gritted as her cruiser accelerated, electric corposant flickering and leaping across the hull in great arcs.

Hot pursuit. Normally, it'd have gone as far as high earth orbit, and that would've been the end of it - That is, if Officer Sinclaire had been a regular cop. But the hourglass-and-sunburst-shield symbol she wore told a different story entirely...It was the Temporal Variance Authority she reported to. The very agency that was meant to stop people from fucking with time, from doing something exactly like this-

Her deep brown eyes narrow, her lips peeled back from her teeth, as her gaze darted to the tachyon sensors - A Rift Generator. How the hell he'd got his hands on something like that, she'd never know. But when you make something, someone - inevitably - is going to *steal* it, and try to make a fast buck...Never mind the consequences. Lady Time, as was often said, was a mean bitch - Mess with her, and she finds a way to get back at you. In the absolute worst way possible.

"Son of a-" Her husky voice was taut with frustration, her slim fingers gripping the controls - Her cruiser was made for resilience rather than speed. Alexis was giving it everything she had, the gap closing oh-so-slowly...

I'm not going to make it, she thought, with a sinking heart. She gritted her teeth, her pulse hammering in her ears - That bandaged mug. That distinctive look - Only one man would be crazy enough to even *try* something like this.

The Chameleon. A million criminals in the world, and this was the one she had to run into-

Weird light flickered across the interior of her one-man ship, red telltales pulsing across her field of vision in urgent warnings. "Just a little more," she breathed, leaning forward, locked in a racing position - "Just a little more-"

And the lovely brunette couldn't help but think - This was going to get *ugly*, and really fast-!

 

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"Whoa, a lady cop!" The Chameleon grinned back through his bandages over the com as he ogled her chrome silhouette. "Why don't you let me have a good look at you, sugar tits, and maybe I'll pull over and let you bring me in?" his modulated voice taunted her. He was stalling. The Time Rift Generator had yet to complete all the necessary calculations, and even he wasn't reckless enough to try jumping before they were complete. And no cop would turn down an opportunity to quickly and peacefully resolve a situation, right? His ship stopped accelerating and settled in at 70 kps as well, as a show of good faith, but in reality it was so it wouldn't trigger his Rift Generator prematurely. "C'mon, just a little peek?" he pleaded with her mockingly. "See, I'm slowing down for you already!" Of course, not speeding up wasn't quite the same thing as slowing down, but The Chameleon wasn't one to get bogged down with semantics.

Calvin couldn't recall ever being pursued by a woman before, law enforcement or otherwise. It was a new kind of a thrill for him, really, and he was toying with her for the pleasure of it as much as he was to stall for time. As the Earth spun beneath them, he wondered to himself when was the last time he was with a woman? It must have been 6 months at least, before his last surgery. But once he was filthy rich, there would be no more hiding and he could have any woman he wanted! Nevertheless, he needed to find out as much information as he could about this one. What his junker of a ship lacked in muscle, it made up for with brains, in the form of sensors and encryption breakers. Tools of the trade no respectable thief would be caught without. A cursory scan of her ship easily revealed her name and who she worked for.

"Let's get to know each other a little better, Miss... Alexis Sinclaire of the Temporal Variance Authority," There was a hint of smugness in his voice, as if discovering that information was some kind of achievement. A small one perhaps, but she would have had to identify herself eventually. Now, accessing her personnel file from the TVA would be a real achievement! Immediately he began attempting to do exactly that while at the same time scouring the GalacticNet for any and all information relating to her name. The hardened criminal grew a little giddy at the thought of what he might find. Spring Break pics, hazing rituals from her Academy days, revenge-porn... who knew what might turn up?

 

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Alexis's eyes narrowed beneath her wrap-around shades - Her perfect teeth working against her full, pouting lips. He'd cracked the reality filter...Something that actually wasn't *that* difficult for a hardened criminal to get around, but it was still a shock when it happened. Her peaked cap - Perched at a jaunty angle, still in place despite the buffeting of turbulence - swayed as she leaned forward, her tight, tight synthleather uniform molding to her full curves like a second skin! Beneath the dashboard, those lissome legs crossed with a supple scrape of smooth skin, her feet arched high on heeled boots - He's stalling, she thought, even as her cruiser's fusion engine moaned in complaint.

She had to admit - She was glad for the uniform. Heat was always a problem, especially in a sustained chase...And despite the cooling systems, a faint sheen of sweat glistened on her luscious curves, on the proud swell of her full bosom left bared by her partially-unzipped uniform!

"Pull *over*-" she said, in that husky lilt of hers - Her gaze darting to the cruiser's array of weaponry...None of which she could actually employ, of course. The only thing worse than the activation of a Time Rift Generator was what could happen if one exploded...*That* was definitely something the lovely brunette wouldn't want to have to explain-! "I won't ask again."

And yet - He was slowing down. Getting cocky, maybe? She could only hope.

A taut hiss thrummed from her silky throat, as she refused to rise to the bait - But as she shifted in her seat, he'd get a *good* look at her luscious form, the faint *creak* of leather oh-so-audible as she leaned forward to adjust the display...Even as the pertinent information flooded his side! The lovely Officer's records were sealed, but when you post something on the GalacticNet, it's there forever.

Ah, the misdemeanors of youth - Alexis on the golden sands of a resort, her bikini strap inexplicably undone...Her chest forming the perfect cushion, as hands rubbed oil into the arch of her back - Something that might've been a series of glamour shots, with her posing and flirting for the camera-! Then a series of furtive snaps of the lovely officer (A handful of years younger) in college, pouting as she was forced into a French maid's uniform...Her thighs squeezing together as she was made to bend over, her wrists and ankles taped together in a distinctly provocative way-

Then, the motherload - A series of posts from a disgruntled boyfriend (she'd made the cut, he hadn't, and he was still sore about that!) of some *very* candid shots in the bedroom...Alexis in a skintight suit, blowing a kiss to the camera - On all fours, being taken from behind - a thirty-second clip of those luscious tits being pushed together around his shaft...!

Of course, Alexis didn't know any of this was happening - Only that the perp had slowed, tauntingly, as her own ship closed the distance! "You're in possession of unlicensed - And highly dangerous - temporal technology," she said, evenly - By the book. She was going to do this by the book. "For your own good - Deactivate your engines, and surrender."

It certainly wouldn't stop him from feasting his gaze on her on the interim - Her form almost rigid with tension, oh-so-aware that the others couldn't possibly catch up in time!

 

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Calvin the Chameleon's gaze nervously flicked towards the Time Rift Generator mounted on his dash. Still a few more minutes to go before he could jump, but it was just as well. He was thoroughly enjoying the naughty images of Officer Sinclaire he had uncovered on the GalacticNet, so much so that he stopped pursuing her personnel file entirely! That toned, luscious body... he would have to see it in person someday he vowed to himself as he browsed her bikini shots. And when he found the French maid pics, he couldn't help but take one hand off the yoke to give his bulge a few slow strokes over his pants, but when he saw her tit fucking video, that almost made him lose complete control of his ship! Without warning the rusted spacecraft careened to the left, sideswiping a navigation satellite and leaving a trail of debris, before the bandaged man could course correct. "That was too close!" he muttered to himself after a quick look over his shoulder. It was time to get serious. With a press of a button, two top-of-the-line XL14 thusters descended from underneath the chassis of the scrap heap he was piloting. The entire ship began to rattle and shake as he throttled up to 85 kps, just shy of the 88 kps necessary to trigger his Time Rift Generator. He would have to be sure to keep an eye on things though, as his prototype device had no manual trigger. But Calvin, ever the cad, couldn't resist having his fun.

It was a shame Officer Sinclaire hadn't engaged with his lewd banter, but he was determined to get a rise out of her. It was only fair, as her pictures certainly had gotten a rise out of him! Oh he would just have to share with her what he had discovered! "Officer Sinclaire," he began slyly as he looked at her in the video monitor, "you haven't aged a day since you left the academy. But it looks like I'm not the only one who has been naughty..." he taunted her. The video stream of his bandaged face was quickly filled with smaller images of her in various states of undress before it was completely replaced with that video she was sure to remember of a fat cock sliding in between her massive melons, on a loop no less!

As the distance between their ships began to widen, Calvin grew more and more confident that his escape was all but inevitable. "I'll tell you what, Officer Sinclaire. You let me have a look at those spectacular time cop titties busting out of that time cop uniform, and I'll take off my bandages for you. What do you say?" he offered her confidently. He knew she couldn't fire on him, and that her ship couldn't keep up, and that his escape was all but certain. An image of his face would certainly be worth something to whoever was assigned to track him down in the future, after all the red tape was cleared. Would it be worth her dignity?

 

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A taut hiss purred from Alexis's lips! Oh, God - She knew that those images would come back to haunt her. And yet - She'd been having so much fun at the time, it wasn't like she'd been thinking ahead...!

Of course, having those very candid photos of herself blossoming across her HUD - It was a shock~! But as the spaceship hovered before her, flame pluming from concealed thrusters - Another felony, as if stealing and attempting to deploy a Time Rift Generator wasn't enough! - it was his request that drew a *gasp* from her silky throat...!

"...You have got to be kidding," she said - A slim eyebrow arching just so, as her cruiser switched to autopilot...Now it was just a matter of sheer engine power, and he had the advantage. The gap was shrinking s-l-o-w-l-y, but she wasn't going to catch him - Not before he got that rift open! Alexis's gaze darted down to the loop of herself, on her knees - Those gorgeous tits squeezed together around her no-good boyfriend's cock, the faint *schllt-schllttt* sending a little shiver through her...!

Alexis's lips curled in a little pout, as she swept the shimmering images to the side - Her skin tingling with an instinctive flush of embarrassement, though her gaze couldn't help but *dart* to that video in particular...Slim fingers rising, brushing strands of midnight hair back from her lovely features! Oh yes...This was going to be *really* hard to explain later-

And yet...This was the Chameleon. The world's most notorious criminal! If there was any chance at all he'd play along - It'd be *worth* it...!

"Oh, my - You *do* know what you like," she murmured, almost to herself - Biting her lip, her gaze flickering left, then right...A warmth shooting up her spine, her breath coming just a little faster-! His words made her stiffen, just so - Her mouth going dry, as she canted her head to the side...

S-l-o-w-l-y, her slim fingers came up...A shiver coursing through her, as Alexis's fingers found the zipper of her costume - Her sleek throat working just so, as she drew it down, down...A little "Nnnn-!" pulsing from her lips, her back arching just so. This felt so weird, so wrong - And yet...It brought to mind the old days. As he'd said...She'd been a *lot* more naughty then-!

The cool caress of air on those luscious orbs - the way they *pushed* free of confinement, so round, so full, so *eager* to be unleashed! - drew a moan from Alexis's lips, her creamy thighs squeezing together...Her skin burning hot and cold at once, her eyes so very, very wide! Even as she *flashed* the biggest scumbag in the known sector, she could feel her nipples stiffen, the pink areola straining against the smooth fabric of her uniform...Her lips parting *just so* beneath her mirrorshades-! Oh God, she was really doing it-

"Now *you*," she husked - That shivery lilt to her voice...Even as her hand grazed one full breast, cupping it, lifting it - An involuntary moan pulsing from deep, deep within-!

 

[Shinobi20599]

The moment Alexis exposed her breasts over the com, the spacecraft she was chasing briefly lilted to one side before quickly course correcting, and the bandaged man's face seemed to light up with a combination of shock and awe!

"Spectacular!" Calvin The Chameleon uttered in disbelief as he gazed at Officer Sinclaire fondling her own breast, and he immediately began tapping buttons on his dash to record the event. He was so distracted that he failed to notice his speed inching ever closer to 88 kps, the speed required to trigger his Time Rift Generator, which had yet to finalize its calculations.

When she mentioned it was his turn, Calvin seemed to have forgotten his promise entirely, but a wry smile fell upon his lips when he recalled his exact wording. "That's right, I almost forgot! Give me a second," he told her before shutting off his video stream. The sound of rustling cloth could be heard over the com for a moment before his voice returned to accompany the black screen. "Alright, here I am! Bandages off!" Suddenly, the video stream returned to display a fully-framed and fully-erect cock! Pale-skinned and uncut with veins bulging, the bandaged man's member must have looked enormous on Alexis's display. It was difficult to tell the exact scale, but it was certainly larger than her ex-boyfriend's. Calvin must have had it surgically enhanced, but there were no visible signs of scarring, although it did prominantly curve to the left. "Just as promised," the faceless cock continued wryly. "What do you think? Is this a mug you could kiss?" It bobbed back and forth slightly as if waiting for a response.

Suddenly, a bright light began to glow from inside of Calvin's spacecraft, and his stolen Time Rift Generator began to repeat in a mechanical voice, "Warning! Unstable Time Rift!" From out of nowhere appeared an eye-shaped slit in the fabric of space-time itself, flashing images of Earth's past, present, and future. Images of unruly seas and storms were quickly replaced by instantly-constructed, towering buildings, which then gave way to monstrous scaled beasts roaming the land. Faster and faster, the images melted into each other until they all blurred together into a roulette wheel of time travel.

"Shit, that slut tricked me!" Calvin uttered in disbelief as he realized he had been so distracted by Alexis that he had failed to keep an eye on the throttle and triggered his prototype device prematurely. Whether or not it was part of her plan, the result was all the same. A glowing, unstable time rift dead ahead, with no time to stop. Instinctively Calvin yanked on the yoke in an attempt to veer to the left, but only succeeded in moving his vehicle off-center, its wings shearing off and floating into space as the main cabin disappeared into the shimmering rift.

The eye-shaped rift seemed to become satisfied somewhat by what it had just swallowed, and when and where it had just settled on moments before became clear. A land of dry, dusty cities built with wood, blood, and sweat. It was the Old West, a lawless and brutal time period in the United States where a criminal like The Chameleon was sure to thrive. Sleepily, the rift slowly began to close like it had just digested a big meal, though inside it, the shadows cast by those primative wooden buildings quickly stretched and shrank, the days flicking by in seconds. If Officer Sinclaire intended to pursue The Chameleon, each moment she delayed would give him a hundred-fold head start.

 

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Oh God, this was what had got her into so *much* trouble the last time - She *totally* shouldn't have let those shots be distributed, she knew they'd resurface at the worst possible moment...But here and now, it was worth it! When his ship actually *tilted*, when his jaw came this close to dropping as her ogled her, a hot surge of satisfaction shot up the luscious brunette's spine...

And more than just satisfaction-! Her hands off the controls, Alexis's slim fingers cupped those luscious tits, lifting them just *so*...Her mewl purring from deep, deep within, her zipper sliding down even *more*, all the way to her navel-! She bit her lip, her back arching just so as she felt her nipples stiffen - She couldn't believe she was doing this. She couldn't believe she was putting on a show for the sector's biggest scumbag-

More - She was getting into it. For one moment, the flashing lights, the throb of the engines didn't matter...All that mattered was that roving gaze, the hot pulse of arousal that tingling beneath her creamy skin, her slim fingers pinching her nipples, drawing a hiss from the very core of her being - Her gaze locking with his, those luscious orbs jiggling in time to each slight motion, only dimly aware that her ship was getting closer, closer...!

But then it was her time to *gasp*. Maybe she didn't get to see his *face*, but...As that throbbing member swayed before her, so hard, so *thick*, the sound she made was *entirely* unfeigned! The luscious officer was leaning forward, just so - Her creamy thighs squeezing together, her sleek throat working as she swallowed *hard*...Her eyes sliding up, up and over every inch of his - Her lips parting to shape her answer...!

"Warning! Unstable Time Rift!"

What-

Oh, no. Oh, *no*. This was bad - Alexis fumbled with her costume, yanking the zipper back up as her hands flew to the controls: "System, analyze the...!"

Core, she couldn't even look at it! The rift was rippling, churning so *fast* - A swirling morass that hurt the eye as it drew it, even as the perp's ship seemed to slip, thrusters flaring as it turned...But with the slow, ponderous inevitability of a glacier, it sank into the rift-

Oh my God.

Alexis could feel her heart stop, in her chest. This was...absolutely the worst case scenario. The *past*. He'd gone to the *past*. Her chief was going to have her *head* for this...! Nightmare scenarios swirled before her eyes, and all she could see - all she could *think about* - was the next Temporal Crash, and how she was going to *explain* it...

Unless she stopped him. She *had* to-!

"System - Take us in," she murmured, a chill shooting through her...Gritting her teeth, as her cruiser boosted towards the rift...! Oh, this was going to be *bad*...But she *had* to go after him, now!

The Old West...

Now, if only she'd known what she was getting herself into-!

 

[Shinobi20599]

While Officer Sinclaire's TVA cruiser was engineered to withstand the temporal stress of time travel, going through an unstable rift created by a prototype device was another matter entirely. It emerged on the other side in much worse shape than it went in, with scorch marks streaked across its exterior and arcs of electricity sparking from the panels within. The multitude of system failures was summarily announced by the ship's computer.

"Warning! Propulsion system offline!"
"Warning! Maneuvering thrusters offline!"
"Warning! Communications system offline!"

The vehicle emerged from the sky with a plume of white smoke trailing behind it and a sea of thick, green forest beneath it. Branches shattered into splinters as the ship dipped beneath the canopy, helping to slow its descent as it hurtled forwards before the inevitable law of gravity brought the ship to the ground, leaving a deepening trench in the earth half a mile long. Fortunately, the crash landing looked worse on the outside than it was on the inside. The ship's computer seemed largely intact, and the cracked navigation monitor displayed the current time and location.

Location: Colima, California, United States of America.
Date: September 2, 1850

It didn't take long for the ship's computer to analyze the situation and issue another ominous warning message. "Warning! Divergent timeline detected! Residual chroniton particle dispersion pattern indicates previous temporal disturbance occurred 2 years prior to current date." A reminder of the Temporal Variance Authority's guidelines then appeared on the display.

Minimize Temporal Footprint
·acquire period clothing
·abide by local laws and customs
·avoid contact with historical figures

Located near the edge of the woods on top of a hill, the area around the ship's crash site was eerily quiet. A modest wooden cabin could be seen at the tree line, with a dirt path leading down the hill. There were no signs that the cabin was occupied, other than a dusty orange union suit hanging from a clothesline outside.

At the foot of the hill was a small town that looked like it had seen better days. Far to the west, dark clouds swirled around high mountains as an unnatural green lightning intermittently struck at its peak.

 

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Oh God, it was all falling apart! Her main screen shorted out - Better than looking into the swirling light of infinity-! - which meant that Officer Sinclaire was blind, as her cruiser tumbled through the Rift! The wail of sirens filled her ears, as sparks flew - the buzz of static almost but not quite blotting out the klaxons, the ship's warnings echoing within the hollow confines.

Propulsion - Maneuvering - Communications...Her hands flew across the controls, shutting everything down - the inertia dampeners doing absolutely no good at all, as she was rattled like a die in a cup. Her eyes went so very, very wide, a taut gasp teased from deep within...She could feel her cruiser fighting to rip itself apart at the seams, arcs of lightless energy jagging and flashing, a deep groan of tortured metal so very, very loud as the hull began to buckle-

"Hold together," she muttered, more a prayer than a command - She'd been on training flights before, but never anything like this! Her stomach lurched, even as she navigated blind, doing all she could to keep her cruiser from flipping end-over-end, from being torn to pieces as waves of chronal energy rippled across the walls. The suspensor fields *must* have been working, or chronal disassociation would've already taken her to pieces, wiped her from existence...

There were a thousand ways to die when time-travel went wrong. None of them good. Sweat glistened on her creamy skin, those luscious tits heaving as she wrenched open the panels beneath the dashboard, throwing the rocker switches one-by-one...Anything to keep the surge of power from frying her systems entirely! A jolt stung her hand, and she snatched it back with a yelp - the wind howling mournfully through the rents that flawed across her cruiser's hell-

Wait. Wind. Air. She'd emerged - She'd arrived, wherever this was supposed to be! It was...

Her gaze darted down to the flickering monitor, and her stomach did a belly-flop. Oh God, it was almost a thousand years ago...Now only *everything* could go wrong-! "Full power to emergency thrusters~!" Alexis called, her fists clenching on the control yoke - Hauling it back with everything she had...!

And *then* her ship ploughed into the ground, the thunderous noise of impact flinging the world end-over-end, her belt snatching brutally at her body as her ship buried itself nose-first into unyielding earth. Branches scraped against the hull, the boles of trees splintering as the cruiser smashed through them like a rogue meteor...

Something about the crash utterly scrambled Alexis's sense of time. There was a ringing in her ears, as she hung in her harness...Dazed, battered, her limbs moving gingerly - An "Ooooffff-!!!" wrenched from her lips, as the emergency release kicked in-! The hatch opened with a dull clang as she crawled out, sprawled against the soft earth...Trying to remember how to breathe.

It was the ship's computer that stirred her from her reverie - That made her eyes snap open, in distinct alarm. "Two years?" she echoed, her lips shaping an 'O' of surprise...A chill racing up her spine. The Chameleon had been here for *two years*-?

Shakily, she swayed to her feet. Her head rang, as if someone had been using it for drum practice...Alexis squeezed her eyes shut, but the guidelines still burned before her-! "Ship-" she husked, reaching down, dizzy but determined. She couldn't let anyone find the ship. She couldn't afford to change history...No matter what.

A deep breath, to clear away the clouds in her mind.

"Ship - Command code Kappa-Echo-Echo-November-Omega. Initiate temporal maintenance protocol - all discretionary power to cloaking systems, and maintain secrecy until manual override. Voice confirmation: Office Alexis Sinclaire, serial number #415792."

There. That should keep the locals from discovering it - Though they'd have to think up their own reasons for the trail of destruction. Wincing, she swayed to her feet, her lissome legs carrying her forward...Marveling at how primitive the world around her was. They hadn't even discovered fission technology, yet - That wasn't for a century. She had to wonder how they even lived, at a time like this...

-Well, the lovely Officer was going to find out firsthand.

Her gaze was drawn to the union suit, as she emerged from the woods...A little hiss of relief thrumming from deep within. Her synthleather apparel would've definitely drawn attention - She was loathe to abandon it, but you had to abide by the guidelines. Otherwise...Where would you be-? She'd draw closer, closer, towards the clotheslines...Looking to get her hands on it. After all...It was better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.

A slim eyebrow arched, as her gaze was drawn first to the town, and then to the flickering storm. *That* didn't look good...At *all*. The Chameleon - Unless he'd died in the crash! - had definitely gotten here before her...She just had to hope he didn't know she was coming!

The taut zipper of Alexis's costume hissed, as she drew it down, down, all the way to her navel...Clothes first, she thought. The rest could come later!

 

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The orange union suit appeared to have belonged to a tall and skinny man, although since it was made of cotton, it would stretch to fit anyone curvier, though it certainly would be very form fitting. As a one-piece article of clothing, buttons in the front would allow the wearer to step into it, and a flap in the back would allow the wearer to do their "business" without removing it, but this union suit was missing one of the buttons on the rear flap, leaving it hanging halfway open.

The air around the cabin at the edge of the woods was eerily quiet, yet as Officer Sinclaire began to undress, she would feel as if someone was watching her. But whoever it was, they had no intention of making their presence known. The cabin itself had no lock on the door, although there was a plank of wood that could be used to barricade it from the inside. But being unoccupied at the time, the cabin was left unsecured. The few rooms it had were furnished austerely. In the kitchen, there was a stovepipe oven along with a homemade wooden table and three chairs, though it seemed unlikely the small cabin could house three people. The threadbare bed in the the next room was conceivably large enough for two. The third room was ostensibly a bath, though where the tub might have been was instead a pale silhouette on the floor. In the corner, however, was a rudimentary shower connected by copper pipes to a long, cast iron hand pump, which was presumably connected to the same groundwater supply as the bucket well outside. The entire design might have been lauded as ingenious for the times, if it weren't for the impracticality of showering and pumping water simultaneously.

Outside the cabin, in the dirt was a set of tracks, made by a cart of some kind, starting from further up in the hills and leading down towards the town at the foot of the hills. From the cabin, the saloon and general store were clearly visible, as well as an inn, a gunsmith, a church, and a sheriff's office.

 

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"Well, it's better than nothing..."

They definently hadn't discovered synthetic or smart fabrics yet! The union suit felt scratchy against her skin...And so very, very tight, as she fastened it in place - Only to realize that one of the buttons was missing-! The lovely Officer's slim eyebrows rose...She was *definently* going to need to find something better, and soon - Or she'd be going everywhere with that shapely behind of hers hanging out-!

Her skin tingled, as she slipped into her new costume...She could feel eyes on her, but no matter how she looked - She didn't see anyone. Or anything, really. A little hiss thrummed from her silky throat, as she gave the cabin a quick once-over...From the look of things, the occupant simply wasn't home - The tracks lead right into town, as Alexis had expected!

"Hmmmm..." She ran slim fingers through her midnight hair, those full lips curving in a thoughtful pout - Alexis was in a very, very bad situation. Normally, she'd prefer to avoid contact to minimize any disturbance to the flow of time...But in this case, it was impossible. Her vehicle was disabled, and the perp had a two-year head start on her...

-All she could do was to hope to minimize her impact! Though she wouldn't know what was important or not...!

For a start, she'd head for the church! *That* should be a good place to request help...Right? At the very least, it'd help her scout out the mood of the area...Or at least get some *clothes*!

 

[Shinobi20599]

The exterior of the small wooden church was not as white as it used to be, nor were the pews as full on Sundays as they once were. Today, it was completely empty, which was not unusual for a weekday, save for the pastor, an exceedingly short and incredibly old-looking man, dressed in a black buttoned cassock. Standing near the entrance, he slowly turned around in surprise at the sound of someone coming. "A visitor!" his voice crackled as he squinted up at Officer Sinclaire when the doors parted. "What is it that you need, my child? Come, let me have a look at you," the old man reached upwards with his hand, intending to cup her cheek, but instead found a soft breast in his palm. "Oh my, you're a chubby one, aren't you?" he chuckled as he gave it a few pats then a tender squeeze and a shake. The old man was blind as a bat!

On the left side of the altar there was a wooden confessional booth with thick doors on each side rather than the curtains that some confessionals used. In a town like this, privacy was a necessity for anyone who needed to spill their secrets. On the right side of the altar in the corner of the room was a small wooden box with a slit on top for donations. The lid was secured by a simple latch and padlock. Beside the box was another door leading to a back room.

 

[iridium248]

So much for being seen. Office Sinclaire had steeled herself for all kinds of probing questions...The Church of the Universal Truth's chaplains (the most popular religion in Union space) were pretty good at what they did - And she'd a sinking feeling that their precusors wouldn't be any easier to deal with!

She needn't have worried! "My apologies for intruding, Father," she said - A little too formally! "I'm here for...Oh-!" And a little *gasp* pealed from her lips, as his questing hand closed on her breast...And squeezed! Not out of any lechery, but in a good-natured, rather doddering way...

Blind as a bat. Figures.

"...R, right," she offered, by way of answer - Her slim shoulders lifting in a little shrug. Well...At least news of her arrival would be delayed...For a little while longer. "I just need to borrow some clothes...Would you happen to know where I might find some~?"

The lovely brunette patted herself down - No, no currency. They still used semi-precious metals and paper at this point of time, didn't they-? Things were *so* much more convenient when they switched to the noospheric Standard...She'd never carried a wallet in her *life*, except when she'd been patrolling the pre-Unity slums!

"-Ah, I'd leave a donation, but...I don't have any money on me-"

 

[Shinobi20599]

"Clothes, eh?" the old man opened an eye to peer at her, but didn't seem to get any better of a look since he still addressed her breast as if it was her head. "Did you lose every last penny at that filthy casino too?" He shook his head and shrugged as he turned around and slowly shuffled towards the back room and motioned for her to follow. "Well, you wouldn't be the first one. But you might be in a bit of luck in coming here. It seems perhaps a bit of divine providence that Sister Catherine left behind one of her nun habits before moving on from this place. I don't know if it would fit you, being that she was such a tiny thing." The old man raised his hand to a height even shorter than his own, which already was rather short to begin with. "And skinny too, not like you dear," he remarked about Alexis's weight, still being under the impression she must be a bit plump given her chubby "cheeks".

The back room was sparsely decorated with a desk and a simple mattress on the floor as a bed. The nun habit in question was neatly folded on a bookshelf in the corner. It wouldn't be until she unfolded it that she would find out how small it really was. The bottom of the robe was intended to reach the floor, but with Alexis's lithesome legs, it might very well end above the knee! "Oh, and you won't be needing the headdress," the old man told her with a wag of his finger. "We wouldn't want people to go around confusing you as a nun, now would we?" He then turned around and left the back room, closing the door behind him, to give Alexis some privacy to try it on.

"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked her in a voice loud enough to be heard through the door. "I'm sorry, but there's no room here. I suppose the inn doesn't take too kindly to freeloaders, but there is that nice young man who lives in a cabin on the hill just outside of town. Maybe he'd take you in. He's a lonely fella', that one." The old man added under his breath, "Maybe even lonely enough to take a shine to a chubby girl like you." He continued again in his normal voice, "His name escapes me at the moment, but I'm sure you can make the introductions yourself."

 

[iridium248]

Blind as a bat, indeed. Officer Sinclaire would've rolled her eyes, but she risked having them fall out of her head at this rate! "Casino?" she echoed - "No, Father...I'm not the gaming type. Besides, I just got here..." Still, explanations wouldn't matter *quite* as much, as she ducked into the room beyond...As the luscious brunette's gaze fell on the habit!

A sigh of relief purred from her lips - Well, at least she'd be properly clad. For a certain value of 'properly', at any rate! Fabric rustled, as the old man turned away...Undoing her union suit, the cool air caressing her creamy skin! Not for the first time, Alexis couldn't help but wonder...

"...What have I got myself into-?"

Her only hope was keeping a low profile - But from the look of things, that wouldn't be possible. Maybe - Just maybe - it wouldn't matter as much. History, at this point in time, was poorly-charted...Official records were spotty, not that anyone *ever* bothered to check. Whatever chronal variance that took place here...As long as she kept it to an acceptable level, perhaps it'd all play out the same in the end. Time, as they say, finds a way...

Well - Assuming she got her hands on the Chameleon. Whatever he might be up to, it couldn't be good...If he'd already been here for two years, what was he delaying his departure for-? Surely, he would've been there and gone before she arrived...

Unless he can't. Unless he's stuck here-

...Or if he's found something that's worth his time...

Neither possibility was reassuring. The nun's habit clung to Alexis's shapely curves like a second skin - the hem falling to just beneath her thighs, her stocking-sheathed legs crossing with a supple scrape! She tried the headdress, then shook her head...Placing it back down on the bed! "Hmmm..." she murmured, turning this way and that - Her eyes narrowing just so, a little chuckle teased from her lips! It was very, very *tight* indeed...Clearly meant for a woman shorter and less *endowed* than the gorgeous officer!

"...On the hill-?" Alexis echoed - So *that* was the owner of the suit she'd 'acquired'! She'd be sure to return it to him...She was definitely going to want to speak to that man. After all, staying outside of town was a good way to avoid excessive complications...Though if she wanted any progress, she was going to have to plunge into the meet of things! "I'll speak to him as soon as I get the chance, Father - You can count on that!"

"This - Thank you for the clothes," she'd say, fingering the fabric lightly - She was still broke, though. Still unarmed and under-equipped! Well, she'd have to work on that next...

The saloon looked like a likely place to visit...! Some things never changed, whatever the era...And if you were going to do police work, you definitely had to visit the *low* places-!