Skyway Patrol holding cells, Tremorton

'Who knew that the 'shortcut' off the trail of my favorite hiking grounds lead to private property, let alone theSkyway Patrol Academy training grounds!?'

You thought to yourself, as you were dragged to a cell by the Skyway Patrol. These guys were at one point Earth's best defense force, but now they were nothing but an incompetent group of thugs, constantly butting heads with a certain Global Response Unit.

After a brief, two question interrogation, a Skyway Patrol officer lead you to your temporary holding cell, saying you'd be let out after they file their paperwork, and judging by the huge piles of papers that littered most of their desks... That might take a while.

Minutes went by, then hours. The sound of arguing soon broke the typical jock-like talk that seemed to lace the vocabulary of the Skyway Patrol.

"We don't have any empty cells for that thing-" "Back talking your Sergeant?! MAKE ROOM!"

Suddenly, you could see a large, frog-like, fish-like alien being dragged by four Skyway Patrol grunts, before pushing her into your cell.

"Glad we snagged the big one before that 'bot did." One grunt commented as they locked up the cell. "Yeah, we already got a squad sent to bag the others, can't have that tin can takin' all the glory." The other let out a chuckle as they- left??

Oh no...

The large alien just glared at you, before walking over to the weak excuse for a bed that was in the cell. She was about to sit dangerously close to you, causing you to scoot out of the way just before you got a face full of intergalactic buttcrack.

She just let out a snicker, looking down at you as she pulled against her high tech handcuffs.

"Vhat's a puny human doin' here?"