Dokka Tkarro came back to his controller desk with a cup of hot jolla, and a cinnamon bun. He sat down and relaxed. His shift was almost over and his Scav fireteam was almost back to their base of ops on the surface. He perked up when 518 signalled a contact with a surface dweller. Dokka dumped his snacks into the wastebin and paid attention to 518's pick-up. He was talking with some girl? She claimed to be toxic if bitten. She was probably the mysterious informant that had been aiding his people on the surface. He shook his head. The cities' SCAVs are not people! They are made things. Things without souls out of a lab, NOT people. He'd made that mistake before, in front of important people. Dokka was used to the dead-end job he had gotten into because of his outspoken opinions. Dokka maneuvered one of City 64's RPVs to get a shot of the mysterious woman. It sounded like the new one, 64-26424, was getting fresh with the woman. That wouldn't be tolerated among the Scavs of city 64! The bloody 32's Scavs were rapists and murderers, Dokka tried to hold the Scavs of his city to a higher standard. He read weapon fire! He shouted, "Report! What's happening?" The RPV showed a horrifying scene. The cable bridge had fallen and a giant monster was laying waste to the fireteam. He checked. The damned thing was unarmed. He swore and recorded the scene. It threw 518 threw the air to land on some multi-hued woman painted up like 'Madjulla', the mother of the end-times.The camera kept blurring and flickering focusing on the woman. He thought it was a glitch. 525 died as the monster tore him apart to give time for 399 and 518 to escape. They took the woman with them and ran a ruined building. He fed all the info that city 64 had on the building into 518's wrist unit. Dokka bit back tears for 525. He was young and had enthusiasm, and died with honor for his comrades. Isn't that a soul? "What's the hoohah with your pet scavs now?" The voice was low and silky and had overtones of aristocratic arrogance. Dokka jerked up as the 3C (city central computer) showed the info on the sceen before him. Dokka jumped out of his seat and bowed to the officer of the watch. "Prince Salva! You scared, I mean startled me! My team was being warned about an abomination on the loose, by this multi-hued woman, when the creature called the 'River-King' attacked." Dokka tried to keep a straight face and failed. He was scared out of his mind for 518 and 399. He had years invested with them, and real affection for them. He did not want them to die. Prince Salva was tall and loomed over the shorter Dokka as he studyied the screen. "She looks like a version of the sacred mother of the end of time, Madjula, from the Holy Book. Except, truely...I never imagined her with so few clothes. What is she? Discard? Trashtowner? Genjineered?" "Unknown, your majesty. We were about to find out when that monster attacked. My team was exploring that sector, looking for the first lab of Doctor Panchetta." There was a burst of sound from 518's channel. There was shouting and gunfire and it fell silent again, the signal lost in the metal of the building. "518! Repeat!" He checked the readouts. "They are 5 sublevels down into a 2 sublevel building?!" "Bring her in. I want her." Prince Salva studied the curves of the image of the Toxic woman on the screen for a moment and turned toward Dokka. "Make it so." Dokka was frozen in place with a sick look on his face. He swallowed and nodded, he whispered, "Yes, your majesty. IF they live--I will instruct the Scavs to take her into custody." "Let me know of your progress. I have a tea with my mother to go to. Ta-ta. It would be a waste to have her die." Prince Salva wandered off in the direction of the door. Dokka sat down weakly. It was going to be a long day. Media is Poser 4 and Vue 4 Just fooling around with morphs and making characters to go with the story.