#Enforcer

[doomtrooper77]

How I Met the Monster

“Sorry, the club is closed to the public. This is a private party, " the huge man said in a deep, no-nonsense tone. Try Delmar’s down the street, " he said, pointing down the crowded street. I nodded but cursed inwardly. It's not that I cared about that particular club, but as soon as I saw that guy, I planned to find a seat near the door and stare at him for a few hours.  

Wandering up and down the street for a few minutes, I come back by and see him directing people away from the club.  He was huge. 6’5 easy. 375 pounds, maybe closer to 390.  All muscle and sinew;  inked up from head to what he could tell, probably toe.  Leather biker pants hugging his massive legs. Big hands encased in those combat gloves. He had a pair of scuffed-up engineer boots on his big feet.  Your mouth watered at the thought of all of that.  

Making my third pass by the club, I saw him staring down two drunk guys trying to get past him into the bar. You could see his face darken as he was telling them to move along. One of the two got too close and bumped him; one of his big hands came up, and the flat of it landed on the guy's chest, and he pushed him hard enough for him to fly back into the street. His other hand flashed out, grabbed the second guy, pulled him close, whispered something, and let him go.  He seemed to sober quickly, grabbed guy lying in the street, and they stumbled away.

My thoughts of heading home for the night were over. I saw a bistro table open at a restaurant across the street, just to the right of the club. It was the perfect viewing angle. It was not a club, but it would do. The hostess sat you down, and you ordered a beer and some food: dinner and a show. I ate dinner and watched his various interactions with people. Most were just him telling people the club was closed for a private party. Some of him let guests by into the party. Some were chatting with people he seemed to know. I was mesmerized by his size and movement. So damn big. He knew it, too. He knew he was a monster; he didn’t hide it, and the way he moved enhanced it.

I ordered dessert and another beer. As I watched him, I pretended to be looking at my phone, social media, or games. Three hours later, six beers later, the restaurant and the club were closing. Hell, it was 2 a.m. I paid for my tab and walked out of the restaurant. The front door to the club was closed, and the big guy was gone. Sighing, I started down the street to the right of the bar. The streetlights were dim. The closer I got to where I parked the car, the darker it got. Turning at the alleyway to the lot I parked in, I saw only a streetlight in the far corner, and it flicked dimly. Just enough to see the silhouette of the cars. Most of them were gone, but what I thought was mine, and a few others were still there. But there were moving shadows around a couple of the cars. Fuck, someone was breaking into them.

The six beers made me a bit braver than he should have been. I think they must just be some punk kids. I yelled, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” and started walking toward the shadows, which seemed to turn his way. The shadows seemed to grow, and they stood to their full height. These were big kids—or not kids at all. They started walking toward me, and the shadows seemed to get bigger as they walked closer. I start to back up and bump into something, someone. A hand lands on my shoulder and spins me around, and before I can do anything, I double over as someone punches me in the gut. Hard.  Hard enough to bend me over but not hard enough to me down. As I straightened up, other hands grabbed me and twisted my arms behind my back.

Two more blows landed in my ribs, and my leg weakened. “Well, what do we have here?” says the big shadow before me.  “I think we’ve had a bit of fun, fellas. Not much in these cars, maybe we can get something else out of this night.” I can see the gleam of his teeth as he smiles. The hands holding my arms tighten, and I feel a blow to my face. Then another to my head. Ribs. I can’t see where any of it is coming from. The only thing I can think of is that this will be bad. “Pull him up,” the shadow says again. I can hear the aggressive excitement in his voice. I brace for the next blow, and nothing comes. I hear a scuffle and the sounds of fists landing and grunts of pain.

The two guys are still holding me tight, but I can tell I am no longer their point of interest. The sounds of blows are coming out of the dark, then a yelp and the sound of a body hitting the side of a car 20 feet away. The alarm goes off, and the lights start flashing. We can see a body lying in the pool of flashing lights. “Paul!” one of the guys holding me yells. Then I feel him yanked away into the darkness.  The situation repeats itself; the sound of blows comes from the darkness with grunts and yelps of pain.

The last guy holding me turned to see what was snatching his buddies up. He pulls us deeper into the darkness. He is holding me in front of him like a shield. His breath came fast and shallow with fear.  I recovered enough to feel his grip loose; I yanked my right arm away and managed to spin around. I can only see a shadow of him, and I am my fist at what looks like his head. I connect with a glancing blow. I get ready to follow it up, but he hits me first and knocks me down.  I can see his shadow reaching for me, but it is snatched back into the darkness before it can.

Sounds of rapid blows and grunts of pain quickly follow. I hear someone fall on the edge of the pool of flashing lights from the alarm. Curled up and writhing. I can see a much bigger shadow on the edge of the light, and then a big, booted foot connects with the guy's ribs and kicks him into a car several feet away.  I can see the massive silhouette turn toward me.

I try to scramble up and slip and fall. I stumble up again, and now the massive shadow is on top of me. I swing before it can grab me, and I feel my fist stop. It just stops as another hand encloses it and holds it like it is embedded in concrete. I can’t pull it back or move it down; it is just held in place. Before I can see the face of the man holding my fist like he is holding that from a child, I can see his gray eyes. A gray is so deep and bright that it’s almost like polished steel. There is anger and power in those eyes.  All I can do is stare as a familiar face moves into the pool of flashing light. Familiar not because you know him but because you watched him all night. His mouth was moving, but I was staring.

Finally, the words came through. “Hey Buddy, are you okay? Are you alright?”  His deep, gruff voice said. Blinking and feeling my heart starting to calm down, I managed to say, “Uh, yeah.” He was still holding my fist. Those eyes looked at me as if making sure I was OK. He nodded and let go of my fist. “I was walking over to the diner for some food and saw these guys working you over”.  He said. “This isn’t the first time they’ve broken into cars of this lot or mugged people.” He continued. “Fuckin punks.”

“Thanks for helping. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t come along.” I said. He shook his head and said “No problem.” Looking me up and down, he said, “Why don’t you come to the diner with me for a coffee or something? Something to battle those beers you were drinking across the street.”  He said. I was about to say no, but then I realized he had been watching me across the street watching him. Those gray eyes pinned me in place. His face was impassive, but those eyes.  “I could use a little company after dealing with these rich fuckers all night”.  His voice didn’t hold any judgment or menace. “Ummm, sure. “ I responded. He started walking back out of the lot through the gloom and said, “Wait a minute.” He walked back over to the guys in the pool of flashing light and went through their pockets. He took out their wallet and what looked like an ID for each one. Pocketing them, he walked back toward me and said, “I might need to pay them a visit.” This time, his voice made me shiver. You followed him into the darkness, and he asked, “So, other than those three pricks, you have a good time tonight?”

[senhoraisaart]

Enforcer Vi

[el-loy]

Data collection&analysis

[naoutchi]

✧ Enforcer Squad ✧

These are my enforcer yautja OCs. They work together in a Squad with each individual serving special functional responsibilities. This work gets overseen and directed by their superior, also known as Captain.

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Captain

The leader of the team. He oversees and guides their missions, taking on the role as a communicator, decision-maker, delegator and strategist. He never fails to motivate and drive forward his squad.

Captain is a top performer, an absolute workaholic. Sleep? What is that?

Under his leadership, his missions have never failed or ever left any cases unsolved. Partially, he also gathers information and research.

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Pilot

The team’s ship navigator and second in command. Pilot possesses ship-engineering skills and very educated in spacecraft technology.

He maintains their ship and other equipment. Pilot works best under pressure. He often stays in the ship during missions and helps to get an accurate overview of the situation by using spy drones.

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Greaser

The team's technology specialist and mechanic. Greaser is responsible for all electronic equipment, including weapon systems, and communication devices.

He possesses extensive knowledge technology, allowing the team to navigate and manipulate various systems, whether they're on a spacecraft or infiltrating a high-tech facility. Greaser often designs and builds custom gadgets to aid in the team's missions.

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Chef

The team's tracker and stealth expert. Chef is incredibly skilled in wilderness survival and has an innate ability to track prey or enemies through diverse environments.

He excels in hand-to-hand combat and is proficient with a variety of silent weapons, making him the perfect choice for covert infiltration missions.

Chef often utilizes environmental camouflage techniques to blend seamlessly with his surroundings, making him a formidable asset in stealth missions.

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Doc

The team's combat medic and survival expert. Doc is responsible for the health and well-being of the team during missions.

He is skilled in battlefield medicine, familiar with various biological species' anatomies, and capable of administering immediate medical care in high-pressure situations. Doc also has a deep understanding of chemical compounds and poisons, enabling him to concoct antidotes or other substances that can enhance the team's capabilities.

✧

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[sharcys]

Almost Overpowered

[bigkickguy]

enforcer and executor are my arknights favs

[zeravmeta]

Never forget. When the whole world was against one little girl, THIS MAN, THIS HERO

HANDLED IT

[agbpaints]

Alegro Wreckers

Formed: 3025

Disbanded: 3064

Parent Command: Independent

Formed on a Outworlds Alliance border world in 3025, the Alegro Wreckers began life as a Alegro Defense & Consulting, for-hire military engineering unit working to bolster the planet's defense in the face of percieved force buildups from both the Federated Suns and Draconis Combine in the buildup to the 4th Succession War. While fears of an invasion never panned out into full scale conflict, the '20s saw the company become successful enough to amass a small stable and conventional force as 'security assets', and profitted handsomely along the peripheral edges of the Federated Commonwealth's new holdings as both a private military company and construction contractor. In 3045 the company changed its name to the Alegro Wreckers and formally registered with the MRBC as a mercenary unit.

The company spent much of the Clan Invasion performing emergency reinforcing and engineering actions just ahead of the clan front, bolstering FedCom defenses or scuttling targets deemed too valuable to fall into the invaders' hands days before planets fell. Following the truce at Tukayyid, they continued to work along the border with the clan occupation zones. In 3064, while overseeing the construction of a refinery on the planet Chahar, the Wreckers were taken by surprise by forces from Clan Jade Falcon as they invaded the world. While the Wreckers fought a brief battle to maintain control of their worksite, their two lances of battlemechs were left crippled or destroyed. The remaining Wrecker military personnel joined with the planetary militaria to perform a fighting retreat off-world, and the company entered into bankruptcy proceedings the following year.

The Alegro Wreckers specialized in urban combined arms tactics and site defense and security. At their peak in 3062, the Wreckers were comprised of 2 lances of medium and heavy mechs, 1 company of combat vehicles, 1 company of engineering support vehicles, and 2 companies of mixed infantry and combat engineers. They were led by Colonel Augustus More, who also served as the company's CEO, until his death on Chahar in 3064.

[rimma-oliva]

Кусочек из ответа, который мне нравится

[thatcreationsureisunending]

Is Wawa ever nonviolent with other scugs?

Oh, yeah, of course!! Haha-- you don't

actually have to worry about her with other slugcats, honestly. Most of the time she's very chill!

Like-- there's Enforcer and Puppet! Pretty sure they've both shown up on here before, ha! Wawa hasn't tried to kill them as far as I'm aware! And I'm also pretty sure it's not just because they're my siblings' guys

... Wait, do they count? Neither of them are really slugcat-- fully, anyway--

No, no they don't count, hold on. There's others!! I swear!

See, see! Better examples, ha, okay. There's!

There's Frigid, who hangs around my brother, Fathom, So they get to see each other pretty often!

Verdant, who is wiiiith Valleys! Valleys! One of my friends! Verdant's real big, which-- which wouldn't stop Wawa-- but it means that whenever I get photos of them together I get to treat it like a little challenge! "Spot the Wawa in this image"!

And Gardener!! Chimes' buddy! I don't think Wawa appreciates how often she gets babied by it, but he tolerates it at least!

... I probably didn't need to bring up examples, huh? But I wanted to! So!

Hope that answers your question!

...I wonder where Wawa is right now.

Hm..

ENFORCER & FRIGID -- @zarithial / @nofathomtoodeep

VERDANT -- @csidepooltide / @acrossgoldenvalleys

GARDENER -- @skybristle / @ask-bending-horizons

[doomtrooper77]

This is what it looks like when the MC Enfocer is coming for you.

This is my first attempt at making an AI video. I'd love to hear your thoughts, and I appreciate likes and shares.

[one-bunny-a-day]

22/09/2023

[silicacid]

[foxy-cleo6]

I practiced rendering with Caitlyn. Her neck ruffles on her shirt are my 13th reason I swear

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