Roleplay:Drifters/Episode 1: Let the Gang Wars Begin!

Roleplay
Prologue: Early Morning Broadcast It was your average day in Astropolis. The Dream Co. Police Force were doing their usual patrol whilst the normal citizens went about their daily business. Despite the city looking peaceful, there was an obvious sense of fear among most of the people within the population. Every time a member of the Dream Co. Police Force would pass by a person, their poker face would spread along their face, hiding any hint of happiness or sadness. As soon as the police were out of sight they would go back to their previous expression, albeit a bit relieved that they were not being hassled in anyway by the corrupt law enforcement.

Suddenly, once the clock had struck 07:30am on the dot, over 60% of the population of Astropolis' radios tuned into one particular radio station, the only pirate radio station that didn't spew out Dream Co. propaganda all over the airwaves. This radio station's name was ''Smooth Groove Radio. ''

"Yo yo yo yo, this is your host DJ D-Lion giving you your early morning dosage of revelations. Coming straight to you live from your favourite Station, Smooth Groove Radio!" The DJ said in his overly entertaining voice.

DJ D-Lion was a tall yellow lion with a wild brown mane. He wore light blue shades on his face and a white jacket on his torso. He also wore black pants. "Now as ya'll already know, it's been roughly 3 years since 'The Big Man' himself rolled up into town with his mega-enterprise Dream Co. and mysteriously gained the position of mayor in Astropolis." DJ explained.

"Ever since then, things have been spiraling out of control as his new regime took influence over the once fair city. This guy went mad I'm telling you! First he bought off the police force. Then, he went and bought the rights to all the media output in the whole city! Well, almost every source; I mean, I'm still around. Then he had the audacity to start extorting nearby businesses to submit to his will, even though he's already mayor and has enough power as it is?! What a egomaniac! Funny how they named themselves Dream Co. The only thing they're doing is selling out false dreams about their ideals for a 'successful economy'. If you ask me, they're full of crap and all they're after is profit."

"However, despite most of Astropolis being under his influence and the fact that he's stomping out our culture left and right, a small group of Mobians are still out there, fighting against the Dream Co. police by burying our city in Graffiti. Whether they like it or not, these Extreme Gear wielding dudes (whom we like to call Drifters) are probably our last hope against this crazy regime."

"Sadly, they're too busy wrapped up in their petty gang wars and territorial battles to actually do anything seriously effective. Yo! Drifters! Wake up and smell the damn coffee! The people of this city need some help!"

"Anyway, word on the street is that Dream Co. is working on a top secret project in order to deal with the "Extreme Gear problem" once and for all! Man! Stuff's about to get real out here in the streets! I haven't been this scared since like, my first kiss. I was so scared that time that I headbutted my date and she fell unconscious!"

"Well, that's enough of my sexy voice spreading the airwaves. Time to start the day off right with a fan favorite! Coming to you from SMOOOTH GROOVE RADIOOOOOOOO!" DJ D-Lion finished off with as the song started to play.

Episode Start!
The sky was a blazing orange in the Dawn Dockyard. Then again that wasn't particularly special, it was always a sunrise in the Dawn District. However, the day itself was pretty important. Every gang in Astropolis was out to claim this piece of turf and today was the day it would be decided. All of the gangs gave gathered today for a game of Tagger's Tag, the ultimate Drifter game that involved spraying each other to the point of being unconscious. Whichever team wins this competition owns the district.

The first team on the scene today however were a significantly prominent team in Astropolis, The OverGrindz. Two of their members were crouching on top of a nearby crate in the dockyard. In front of them was a large circular area that was created by a large ring of crates, the perfect place for a game of Tagger's Tag. The two members were birds, one was a grey hawk wearing blue jeans, a turquoise t-shirt and and orange Extreme Gear Goggles, the other was a green swallow who wore an orange bandana, an orange crop top with a yellow design on it and orange trousers with a yellow flame design at the bottom. The members were both wearing Skate-type Extreme Gear. The hawk was wearing a pair of blue Cover-S ZG Edition Skates while the swallow wore a pair of customized Advantage-F ZG Edition skates. The swallow's skates aren't on the market so she created her pair by combining the ZG Edition Hovercraft version and the old SR Edition Skates.

"Spotted anyone, Roxy?" the hawk asked while scanning the area.

"Not yet," the swallow, Roxy, replied. "Speaking of which. Where's the rest of our crew Nate?"

"No idea, they should've been here fifteen minutes ago," Nate responded.

They might see a black fox with a board, of course Moros was a civilian but that didn't mean he doesn't find these things cool.

"Does that guy look familiar?" Roxy said as she pointed out to the black fox.

"Nope, but he's gonna get himself hurt if he doesn't leave before the other gangs get here," Nate replied.

The fox looked around, if anything he looked unassuming and ordinary. But he didn't seem content on leaving.

Nate put two fingers in his beak and let off a loud whistle, signaling to the fox where the two were located.

The fox looked towards the sound of the whistle. '?'

Nate waved at the fox, gesturing for him to leave the area before a more violent gang approaches the area.

Nathan soon reached the dockyard on his cloud extreme gear. He then spotted Nate and Roxy before stopping, then going to them. "Hey guys. Sorry for being late."

"It's cool Nathan," Roxy replied. "At least you made it before any of the other gangs did."

A baby-blue weasel is spotted skating with Hoverblades (which are like rollerskates but they hover) worn, and is seen skating to the rest of the gang. He stops on his feet and walks to them. "Hey guys. What's going on?" The weasel spoke with an accent.

Moros shook his head no, he had things to do and if worst comes to worse, he could handle himself quite well if need be.

"Hey Flanger, what took you so long?" Roxy greeted. "Nate's been trying to get that fox over there to move before the event starts."

"I needed to prepare; tune my sounds~" The blue weasel named Flanger said. "I guess you can say I'm fashionably late!" He chuckled for a moment.

Nate was about to comment until he was interrupted by the sound of Extreme Gear. Suddenly a trio of hedgehogs, all dressed in black leather jackets and black jeans, burst into the circular arena on their gear. The trio hovered around the fox like a group of sharks circling their prey.

"Darn, it's The DarkSpinez!" Nate exclaimed lowering his voice to just over a whisper.

Moros glanced at the Trio with a look of casual indifference.

Nathan looked at the trio of hedgehogs hovering around the fox, not knowing what will they do. "What are they doing?"

"We'll have to see..." Nate responded.

The trio eventually stopped circling and stepped off of their boards. The leader of the group, Ashura, spoke first.

"You don't look like you're in any gang I know," the green Demonhog said menacingly whilst brandishing a small knife.

"It's a bit dangerous the be a Loner around here," another one of the trio, a red hedgehog, replied.

A red and yellow hedgehog slowly walked behind the red hedgehog of the trio. "Dangerous, huh?" He said sarcastically, cracking his knuckles.

(Hey rapid, eazy decided not to implement powers in this rp JSYK. -Sar.)

Moros stared at them, an apathetic look in his eyes. He was holding on to something that looked like it may be valuable.

'Oh..? And just what do you hope to accomplish here..?' He mouthed.

The hedgehog looked at Moros and laughed to himself. He took a deep breath and shrugged.

"I hope to gain some turf, and a little interest," Ashura said whilst playing with his knife.

Moros sighed. 'Then why bother me.. I don't have any interests in these turf wars nor am I affiliated with a gang..'

The red and yellow hedgehog looked at Ashura's knife, taking interest in it. He then turned his focus to Moros. "I'm not bothering you, am I?" He said with a dark smile.

"You're certainly bothering me," the red hedgehog said whilst turning around. "Beat it kid, unless you're here to get your butt whupped too."

"Easy there Nitro-Blitz," the third member, a female pink hedgehog, chipped in. "He's just a Loner. We're not here for that trash."

Moros simply sighed, his time was being wasted. With a bored expression he attempted to continue on his way, keeping his guard up just incase of any surprise attacks.

Ashura looked at the fox and went to grab him the the shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?"

Moros stopped when Ashura grabbed his shoulder. 'Hmm... Can I help you..?' He mouthed after turning to face him.

"Yes you can," Ashura said mischievously. "You can start by telling us what you are doing here."

'Who knows, maybe I'm bored as all hell and I'm walking to cure it...'

Reens was in the vicinity purchasing a new screwdriver to fix up her hoverboard, but her ears picked up at the sound of the confrontation. "Hmph. They're at it again," she heard the store owner say. "Those darn gangs can't mind their own business. At least we're protected by Dream Co., right?" Reens had left a $20 on the counter and was walking in the opposite direction.

Flanger looked to Roxy. "Hey, Roxy... when will the other gangs arrive so we can start?"

"Pfft. Those guys with their pesky territory battles," Reens grumbled, tossing a can of spray paint up and down. "So glad I'm not in a group." She grinned and pulled out her hoverboard, which looked to be a souped-up version of the regular hoverboard. It was gold and navy with blue neon running through it and had hearts and her name carved on the sides. She hopped on and began riding to her hideout.

"We could probably go down there and ambush thenow," Roxy replied.

"And save that fox kid, five one three has way better odds," Nate chipped in.

'Tell me.. You going to go deal with the other gangs here or what..?' Moros asked, he was bored and this was taking too long.

"There are gangs that are already here?" Ashura questioned with interest.

"Boss, I don't like this guys attitude," Nitro-Blitz growled. "Want me to teach him a les....

"Can it, Nitro-Blitz!" Ashura shouted, annoyance flaring in his voice. He then let out a deep breath and turned back to the fox.

"What's your name, buddy?" He asked the fox

'Moros..'

"Well Moros I'll cut you a deal," Ashura said as a grin formed on his face. "If you can tell me where the other gang is located we'll let you go!"

"Don't do it," Nate whispered under his breath. "Guys, get your spray cans ready. This could get ugly."

Moros snickered. 'Yeah, I highly doubt you'd just let me go.. But hey, I don't care either way. You'll find them near the entrance of the dock yards..' He lied, staring them in the eye and without any hesitation.

"Good fox," Ashura said with a smile. He then turned to look at the pink hedgehog. "Sara, go and scout around the entrance to see if our little fox is telling the truth. If he's not, then he might not make it out of here in one piece."

"Got it boss," Sara said with a sly grin. She then jumped on her board, a pink version of the Wanted SFR Edition, and zoomed off towards the entrance to the Dawn Dockyards.

"And don't even think about running away," Nitro-Blitz said whilst cracking his knuckles.

Moros snickered. 'About how long does it take for one to get to the docks..?'

"Well, we're already in the docks, to get to the entrance shoudln't take too long," Ashura replied. "You better not be lying to me..."

Moros himself held a fully loaded snub revolver behind his bac, having had a concealed carry permit and during times like this came in handy for dealing with pesky individuals who thought Moros would be defenseless.

'Those other guys better capitalize on the opportunity I provided them.' He thought to himself.

(Alphonse: I'm so confused now. Everything looks so out of order and thrown together.)

(Eezy: How?)