POV: your oc (preferably law enforcement but you do you) sees this guy doing graffiti on a really important building.

Technically The Grand Peoples Imperial Army doubles as heavy law enforcement, especially when small squads are deployed by the BSD (Bureau of State Defense). So screw it,haven't role played proper in a while, lets see if I'm not rusty, so if you don't mind.

*A sudden break of silence as heavy footsteps creep up from behind, A shadow casted across the graffiti, the sound of a Hyphon Rifle's Magazine being loaded echoes. Your shoulder is tapped, the finger cold and metallic. Finally the figure from behind speaks, the voice distorted by the mask, breath heavy in a way, that voice is deep, and intimidating*

"Hands up, You have are under arrest for trespassing and vandalization of state property, any attempt to resist will result in immediate execution...criminal..."

*Myles was confused. Trespassing? Vandalizing? What was any of that? They didn’t have that back on his planet… he though.*

Myles: "Criminal..?"

*the soldier stood silent, a tall, man of iron, the armour was gray, decorated by glistening gold emblems and accents, the eyes of the soldier's helm glowed A vibrant deep red, the voice echoed again, the tone deeper, as if he was disgusted in a way*

"Silence criminal, your vandalization of Mnistral Property will lead you to 4 months in labour Prison, mankind will not have our sacred structures tainted by criminals. If I could, I would charge you with anti-humanism and execute you right here, right now. But it seems this is a mere petty crime, punishable only by learning how to be a functioning member of the United Empire of Mankind."

*The voice practically booms with every word, his stance stiff and uniform, staring down and imposing force subtly*

Myles "..?"

*Myles tilted his head. Again, he was… very confused. Didn’t know how human stuff really worked.*

*the soldier released a sudden and single heavy breath, the frontal ventilation of the mask spewing out a gust of steam, the soldier without much warning grabbed the wrist of myles, the grip firm, I was as if the soldier hoped to crush his wrist*

"Nothing to say? You retch, it wouldn't surprise me if your some sort of Saboteur deployed by the enemy, seeking to destabilize this civilian world. You'll be coming with me back to the station, I have a few questions to ask you, I hope you will have built the courage to speak by then..."

*Myles winced when his wrist was grabbed, but he nodded.*

Myles: "…okay."

*Everything happened so fast, Myles was soon dragged to a black vehicle, and nearly thrown inside. There was little to say, mostly because the soldier refused to answer any questions Myles ask. The vehicle slowed a stop, with Myles tossed out of it. In front stood a building, not very large nor pretty like the rest of the structure s in the city, it was more gray, with the only decoration being a winged globe emblem, and a phrase beneath in Latin that read "Ordo et Conservas". The man spoke again*

" well? Up on your feet! You can use them can you not? Come, we still have some walking ahead of us...*

*He swung the door to the building open, waving Myles inside, his Rifle still in the other arm, barely angled away from Myles*

*Myles walked inside the building, looking at his surroundings. He still had so many questions about what was going on.*

*The walk was just as quiet as the ride there. Well most of the time, that same silence was occasionally cut by yelling of officers in interrogation room, or the more terrifying, and very rare, sudden sharp sound of what could have been a gun shot, soon enough, they were both in a small room, A table and two chair set opposite to one another lied in the center of the room*

"Why don't you take a seat? I'll pull up your citizenship files...if you have any."

*Myles sat in one of the chairs, waiting and kicking his feet. He fidgeted with his antennas slightly as well.*

*The soldier twisted his helm, A hiss released as it slid off him. He set it on the table. The soldier was human, A large scar ran down he side of his face, narrowly dodging his eye, which he seemed to sbe permanently squinting. He cleared his throat leaning in*

"Now, lets see here"

*He rolled his chair over to a wall, which held a computer, A couple minutes passed by*
"Interesting"

*He rolled back*

Seems your not a citizen of the United Empire, so why don't you tell me your name kiddo. And while your at it...where are you from? Hmm?

*He poured them both some cold water from a pitcher, pushing the cup towards Myles*

*Myles looked at the man's face and the svcar on it. It reminded him of the scar he had hidden behind his eyepatch.*

Myles: "I'm Myles, and I come from a planet called o'sirna. It... exploded, somehow. I was able to escape and I crashlanded... here."

*Myles drank the water, which... wasn't really something his planet have. They did have something similar to water, however.*

*scar, my spelling skills are non-existent today 💔

😭 all good, happens to me more times than I want to admit, I don't even know why.

*His face grew less stern, more pitiful if anything*

"I see, I'm sorry for your loss, Myles. Yet that does not excuse your actions, now...I want an exact answer, why did you feel the need to vandalize property, especially that of a Ministral office outside a memorial site, your blatant disrespect can not be left unpunished, were you not taught when you were younger? Laws exist for a reason Myles...to ensure a form of order and peace.

*His face returned back to that stoic and cold stare, it sometimes felt as if this man never blinked*

*Myles figdeted with his antennas again.*

Myles: "I... wanted to make it look... cooler? I... don't know what vandalizing means. We didn't have that term on our planet."

*He chuckled to himself, he almost wanted refuse to believe such a thing*

I see...then allow me to put it into words you can understand.

*He rose from chair, a slowly moved towards Myles*

"You see, you painted on something, yes? Now, the state permits and embraces creative minds but...there are limitations, you can not go about painting where ever you please Myles. The building a built and painted the way it is for a reason, so when you go and paint on it without proper permission, that is what we call vandalization. So you see, your actions go against our set rules, break them. And there are consequences.Are we understanding each other?"

*Myles nodded, taking in the information.*

Myles: "That... that makes a lot more since."

oh my god it happened agin
*sense

*The man's fingers grazed the chair Myles was sitting in ever slowly. Now circled back to his seat, he sat down, the chair squeaking as it held the weight of the armoured human*

"I'm glad you are understanding things now."

*He let out a slow, slightly annoyed sigh as he rolled over to the computer, around 10 minutes went by, a printer shot out a thin stack of papers, he snatched, then took a few minutes to fill them out, he handed Myles the first set, which had around 3 papers, and what seemed the be a map of the over all city*

"Because of the dire situation you and your species are in, the empire will be willing to take any survivors along with yourself as refugees, but you will need to be processed, so fill out this paperwork, then head over to the local " Immigration Center" they will be able to help, however"

*He cleared his throat as he handed a second set of papers, it was only two pieces, along with a surprisingly shiny pen*

"You MUST deal with this matter first, it is the utmost of importance, and as much as your story may bring pitty, you committed a crime, thankfully, it is labelled as only a petty crime, which means you are spared from labour prison time. But you will serve community service tending to the small walk garden and memorial statue that is in front of the same Ministral office you vandalized, along with cleaning any military equipment such as tanks and armour the local barracks store. Now, in order finalize these papers, Ill have to ask you a few questions, you answer them, and I fill those answers on the paper, once that is done, Ill walk you down the hall to a processing droid to finalize everything and give the length of service, and heads up, you will most likely face 2-3 weeks. Only then can you leave to go to the Immigration Center, understand?"

Myles: "..yeah."

*He grabbed a second pen, clicking it*

"Alright, lets get this dealt with.

1. What is your full Name?

2. How tall are based off of the last time you checked?

3. What is your age? (Sol Standard Time)

4. Where is your place of Origin? Specify planet and city name.

5. Do you have any relatives that can be contacted if needed?

6. Have you ever served in the Military? If answered yes, what was the duration of your service? (Sol Standard Time)"

Myles: "My name is Myles (insert last name in another language that I haven’t figured out yet), I’m.. 15 years old. I think I’m… 4’9? I’m from the planet o'sirna, and the city was called cybershine. My parents died in the explosion, that’s why I’m here. And… I don’t really know what a military is..?"

(He has a military on his planet, it’s just not called that).

*He listened, jotting down he answers as they came, he then took the top paper of the Immigration paperwork, and began filling it out as well, it took a couple minutes, but he finally spoke*

"Alright kiddo, took the liberty to transfer the information onto the other paper, just to make things easier"

*from the pocket of his armour, he took a wallet, and placed down a stack of money on the paperwork as he handed it back over to Myles*

"Im not supposed to give you this, so keep it somwhere safe but 2,300 Credits, yeah, should be enough to buy food for a year if not longer, or a some other things, but don't go spending it all in one place, alright? Now, lets take you down to processing and then I'm sending you off to the Immigration Center. Come on..."

*He slipped his helmet back on, a quick his than a click*

Myles: "We’re going… where..?"

*He opened the door*

"Down the hallway, and to the right, there is a processing droid desk who can take you civil service paperwork, you can't leave till that has been filed. So come on."

*Myles got up from his seat and walked out of the room. He went down the hall and took a right.*

(Ignore my abysmal response time 😭)

*the two had two walked down, there stood a desk, a short, chunky droid sat behind, he moved forward its claw arm out, and spoke in a very machine like voice, not at all attempting to mimic an voice of an actual person*

"Papers."

(It’s ok!!!)

*Myles look at the drone and handed it the papers.*

*The droid gripped the paper work, its stubby legs carrying it over to a computer, it slid the papers into a slot.*

"You have been charged with...Vandalism, Public Disruption, defacement of Memorial Property, Illegal Entering of Imperial Territory...However...we will be dropping, Illegal Entering as you have been found to be a refugee. We will further excuse Public Disruption..."

*The droid walked back over and laid a card on the table*

"Your total Civil Service time is...2 Weeks, please return your public services card when you have completed time, failure to do so may lead to additional labour prison time...any further questions?"

Myles: "What’s a… illegal entering..?"

*The droid stood silent for a moment*

"Illegal Entrance Of Imperial Territory: The process of entering any given Imperial Sectorum without proper entrance applications, deeming the entree as...a Potential invader..."

I don’t have any law enforcement

ah
doesn't have to be btw, could be like any oc

K

Atlas: *floats over to them*
Hey.. what are you doing??

Myles: "...art."

Atlas: *looks at it*
Yeah.. that is good.. but you could get in trouble doing it here..

Myles: "What... trouble?"

(fyi, he doesn't understand a lot about the stuff here, he crashlanded a bit ago.)

Atlas: Yeah.. like.. jail time

Myles: "Jail..? Like..."

Atlas: like..?

Myles: "Those cells people put you in..?"

Atlas: yeah..
But! Maybe if you spray paint somewhere else you won’t get in trouble!

(he walks until he notices someone doing graffiti)
(gets in the alleyway)

Azure: Uhm…Hello there
Azure: Who are you?

*Myles slowly turned around, the spray can still in his hand.*

Myles: "I’m… Myles. Who are you..?"

Azure: I’m DJ Azure (model name AZ-002), a robot techno DJ with a TV head

Azure: You can play my music anytime you like (it’s synthwave, techno and chillwave!!)
(plays one of his techno music named “Blue Circuit”)

Azure: and i’m from Shibuya, Japan, and I do livestreams and concerts

"Myles HMMMMMMMMMM im guessing that's your name"

Myles: "...?"

Jennifer:"..... The graffiti."