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[10th August 2025]
[Federation of Laperouse; People’s Jarldom of Amuro;]
[Charbonville; Union Square’s Parking lot]
“Unit 3-Adam-32, suspect in the Statlight, license plate has a Norgsveltian license plate, ID scratch-485347. 10-20 Union Square north parking lot." The gendarmerie officer looked over at her partner, giving a nod to go ahead and take a look at the front bumper of the luxurious car. As she herself opened up her car door, to exit. Being parked right behind the disgustingly opulent waste, just in case the idiot behind the wheel tries to escape. The police fox hopped out alongside her, before walking alongside her partner.
The senior police officer was dressed in the typical uniform for highway patrol, being a dark shade of black and gold lines along the stitchings. Thick bullet proof vest over her body and matching dark steel-toe boots that stomped along the black pavement. Her dark black short hair tied up in a bun underneath her wide-brim hat, with her ears poking through the respective ear holds. Her dark brown eyes caught a bit of the dried blood on the front bumper as she stood at the car’s window. Giving it a knock, before speaking in a commanding tone. “Roll it down.”
The police fox gave a sniff at the front car bumper before lowering their head, meanwhile the other younger police officer looked squarely at the senior one. Giving a nod of confirmation before crossing their arms underneath their chest in utter contempt at the reckless driver.
Soon enough the window rolled down to reveal a highly tanned short half elven man with long brown hair tied into a pony tail who blinked for a few moments keeping his hand up high as he looked towards the police officer. “Umm, may I… help you?” He said in an almost slurred tone before shaking his head. Clearing his throat as he rubbed his eyes, before giving her a charming smile. “I mean, wonderful day officer. How can I be of help!” He had his hands on the steering wheel holding it firmly.
“Do you know why I pulled you over today?” The kemonomimi officer rested a hand on top of the car. While the other officer walked towards the other side of the car. The fox walked back to the senior side giving a small sniff in the air before sitting down straight up. Pointing their black spotted nose towards the driver, giving the suggestion he might be carrying something other than just a series of charges.
“I’d love to say it because I’m so darn handsome.” He said with a small chuckle giving a clap to the wheel as he kept his smile up, though his laughter turned only ever more weaker as he got absolutely no laughter back. “Right… this is the Federation…” He muttered quietly to himself before clearing his throat. “No officer, could you please inform me?”
“Step out of the car.” The officer stepped back from the car, while the younger officer went back into the patrol car to radio in. The senior officer placing a hand on her baton, can’t shoot a tourist if they resist arrest. Though beatings are perfectly acceptable if they resist and if her life is threatened and who knows, maybe he gives her a reason. They did, after all, hit a damn Shrine Fox. That in itself opens the door to being roughed up just a bit.
The half elf blinked for a moment at that before speaking up, letting go of the steering wheel. “Wait, why?” He asked confusedly while tilting his head at her.
“Resisting.” The senior officer calmly spoke as she opened his car door before reaching in to grab him by the shoulder in a harsh move. Dragging him out of the car, and quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt as she threw him onto the black pavement. Pushing her knee down against his back, as she started the process of handcuffing him. Meanwhile the police fox started to sniff around him, and gave a bark towards his pockets while pointing at them with his adorable black nose.
“H-Hey! This is… I don’t know how laws work here, but there must be some kind of breach of my rights!” The half elf whined out in a muffled tone from the ground, moving around slightly not to resist but simply wanting to avoid ending up swallowing stones while being on the ground. His expensive dark brown dress pants were dirtied up and same with his silk blue buttoned shirt which had the Nyveldian Eagle brand logo on its collar. “And can you tell that little creature to stop sniffing my butt!”
“Stop resisting!” She pressed her knee further against his back as she took out her baton, raising above her head in case he kept wiggling around. Meanwhile the younger cop walked over and started to search inside of his car. After a few moments, lifting up a can of beer towards the senior cop. “Drinking and driving? On top of your other charges too?” The senior officer spoke with a calm, uncaring voice. “Any sharp objects in your pockets, that would poke or stab me?”
“There certainly is one thing I’d like to- Ah! Fine! No resisting, no jokes either!” He yelped out as he closed his eyes in pain, as he very much tried his best to make clear he wasn’t god damn resisting. “Look I had like… one beer? I am perfectly sober!”
“One beer over the limit thug.” She reached back to search his pockets, pulling out a small baggie containing Loki’s lettuce in front of him. “What’s this then?” The officer stood up, looking down at him. “Stay down.” She spoke up as she waved the bag in front of his face. “You’re in a pinch now, five charges right now.”
“H-Hey! I haven’t even gotten to smoke it yet! I was waiting until I arrived at my hotel!” He whined out before another pain winch came from him, as he tried to look up towards the officer in question. “Five? What the fuck you mean five charges?” He asked.
“Your first charge is hitting a protected species, the shrine fox you hit and ran from while back. The second charge is fleeing from the scene. Third charge, resisting arrest. Fourth charge driving while under the influence. The fifth charge is possession. You earned yourself two additional charges as well, sixth is intent to commit a specially heinous offense in a hotel. Seventh is rude and crude acts towards an officer of the court.” The senior officer stared down at him with a disgusted look. “As if hitting one of the shrine foxes is not bad enough, you’re a scumbag pothead.” She spat onto the ground next to his head.
“Okay first off. I thought socialists loved weed.” The half elf muttered out annoyed as he grimaced at the spit, trying to turn his head away from it. “Second, when did I do the third and seventh charges?!” He whined out once more. “Whenever I am finally allowed up, I hope you get me with my lawyer at once!”
He felt a swift kick to the side of his stomach as the senior officer spoke up. “On your knees, slowly.” She ready her baton, just in case he gives her more of a reason. “You have been uncooperative with our investigation, and your disrespect towards me personally has been noted as well on my body camera.” The officer gave a small hiss as she aggressively grabbed his shoulder and forced him onto his knees faster. “As for your lawyer, you have the right to one within 24 hours, not when a druggie like you decides.”
“I have been cooperative…” He muttered out in pain hunched over slightly from the kick as he was sitting up on his knees. He shook his head in utter disbelief as he looked up at her. “And I have only tried to be respectful.” He kept mumbling under his breath, not even attempting to speak up for her to hear.
He heard the beep coming from the body camera turning off as the senior officer leaned down to whisper into the half-elven man’s ear. “Don’t act like I didn’t notice your earlier attempt flirt bourge-fuck. You murdered our town’s shrine fox.” She had a degree of venom to her tone. She leaned back up speaking more clearly now. “You refused to get out of your car when ordered too, and attempted to worm away while prone.” Normally she wouldn’t be charging so much to a tourist, however the half-elf hit a damn shrine fox while practically drunk.
The half elf was about to comment to contradict her statement but looking down at the turned off body camera he firmly kept his lips closed for a moment as he gave a more blank look as spoke up in a more calm tone. “I’d like to use my right to be silent.”
“That right doesn’t exist in the Federation Mr. Saez.” She forced him to stand upright.
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After the race
“I don’t suppose next time, we can just cut out the halo and the rest of the safety gear to make me go faster?” Sølvi Ny’Aæn sat down next to the slender fox-eared man. Closing the black Statlight’s door, making herself comfortable in the back seat. Taking a quick moment to buckle her seat belt, no need not to be safe now. Still dressed in her racing uniform with her bright yellow cabbie jacket wrapped over her body. “I could go more than only a second faster.” She gave a look over towards the man, being fully serious.
“Outside that all that safety equipment is required by the rules. I think you’re more than aware that Gyllir board isn’t going to let our golden fox get hurt.” He gave a small sigh, as he buckled his seat in, turning on his Jotun tablet before handing it over towards her. “Here is your playback footage, but you only have about thirty minutes before your stream.” He gave a small shift in his seat as she took the tablet. “Are you sure you want to stream right after your race? Surely you would want to take a rest, and I’m sure your fans wouldn’t mind it if you delay your stream.”
“Nah, nah. I’m still good.” Sølvi lifted up the tablet, attaching it to the back of the driver’s seat headrest. “I like streaming to my fans, you know the lil’ ones like gathering around the screens.” She flicked her finger at the screen, watching the start of the race. Relaxing into her seat, tilting her head before turning towards the man. “Listen I know that whole gamble with streaming and all that but I promise on Pigeon to stream after every race. Wouldn’t be damaging to my rep, if I stopped streaming.”
“No, not really. Celebrities lie all the time.” He gave a small shrug before continuing on. “I’m not asking to not stream, I’m suggesting that we delay it until you’re well rested. Your face and public persona is valued very, very highly right now and a misplaced word here or there could risk it. Not just for Gyllir but for your own company.”
“Oh yeah, I own a company. Forgot I had one of those.” It wasn’t clear if she was joking or not given her serious tone. Her eyes glued to the screen. “Didn’t I already get into a scandal? I’m pretty sure there a few recordings out there of me threatening to kill someone or two out there already. Probably a slur or two.”
He closed his eyes in a muted sort of pain befitting any PR specialist when their client is as lackadaisical as the third most famous Nystatinne in the world. Hiding his pain away with a smile and a soft tone. “You have threatened another driver, yes, you had to pay a fine for it but it didn’t damage your reputation because your audience at the time was mostly other Nystatinnes and Côtois. Now, your fan club is virtually all of Borea and across the world. So perhaps, you could be a bit aware of other people’s sensitivities towards threats of violence and potentially racially or speciestly charged language.”
“I’m pretty sure me threatening other drivers or calling a el-” Sølvi stopped herself, one part due to her PR training camp she went through and another part because she noticed a mistake of hers. Having paused the video and rewinded it back by a few seconds. “I haven’t threaten or called mean naughty names outside of driving though. Surely people can understand heated moments.”
“Depends on the demographic but, lets aim to avoid fines for language and such actions.” The PR specialist took a small moment before checking his watch. “We’re nearing the hotel, so bright smiles now.” The luxury car pulled into the guarded parking lot.
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