Name: Mason Garrett aka Techtonic
Age: 21
Species: Manimal/Chimpuchin
Powers: Gyrokinesis/Terramancy, Cyber Guru
Affiliation: dubbed the "Psyber Pirates" by conspiracy theorist publications, a group of Hybrids with psionic and elemental abilities operating under a modernized Robin Hood ethos of civil disobedience and "assisted philanthropy"
Art by: Hikaristar_art

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Kosmo never would have thought it was possible to be this bored. With the Aggronauts either in hiding or incarcerated by the Nova Corps and Vyper's gang seemingly gone quiet, Kosmo was little more than a caped security guard these days. Never one to discount even the smallest contribution to society, he still felt a little silly transitioning from battling an interplanetary crime ring to saving the city from pickpockets and vandalism. As he floated aimlessly through the wispy cloud cover, Kosmo noticed he was approaching the Crescent Guard HQ.

Kosmo had mixed feelings about the biggest (and apparently only) security guard service from Peltsburgh to as far as Himboro Heights. He knew they were just (poorly) doing their job, but their bosses would hire on with anybody able to pay their rate. Sometimes this would put them under contract with the seedier side of society's upper crust so their relationship with cops and capes was a bit of a gray area.

Kosmo sped up a little altering his path south for a last lap before heading home when he saw a Shep Crescent Guard step behind their HQ building to throw something in the dumpster, startling a Hybrid in the process. As the Hybrid jumped, Kosmo could see a spray paint can in his hand and a bright green diamond framing a large black 'T' freshly painted on the building wall. -Ugh a tagger, really?- Kosmo felt like Ultramutt was rubbing off on him, but was it really so wrong to hope for something more exciting than unauthorized artwork?

Kosmo started to go on his way, but something held him there watching the confrontation between the Hybrid tagger and the Crescent grunt. -A little excessive- Kosmo thought to himself as the Shep pulled out the CG's standard shock baton and lunged for the tagger. For no apparent reason the grunt suddenly tripped and landed on his own baton, immediately crumbling in a fit of spasms and flopping on the ground with the stick pinned under his body. -Seriously??- Kosmo just pinched the bridge of his nose staving off an actual headache as the tagger stood there for a beat watching the gyrating Canine before darting down the alley and hopping a fence into a construction site for a high rise hotel.

The guard had managed to kick the shock stick away, but wasn't going to be chasing anyone for some time. Kosmo shook his head and pushed off in half-hearted pursuit. The tagger was free-running his way through the construction site. Kosmo thought he looked a little odd, dressed as if he were going to a yoga class or something in cropped sleeveless hoodie with a green breast pocket, a matching skimpy pouch over knee length black tights and bright green hi-tops. Kosmo noticed a floating drone that seemed to be keeping pace as he sprang over sawhorses and swung on exposed girders. -Oh perfect, social media misdemeanors- Luckily it didn't look like there were any workers around to worry about, but recklessly endangering himself not to mention potential property damage was more than Kosmo could justify ignoring.

Kosmo landed firmly planting his feet to cut the tagger off as he vaulted over a pile of cement bags. Kosmo put his fists on his hips striking his best superhero pose hoping he was pulling off the good natured disciplinarian vibe. "I'm gonna stop you right there Sir."
The tagger slid to a stop and froze looking wide-eyed at Kosmo. His hood fell back and Kosmo could see he was a Manimal with spiky black hair tipped in the same bright green as his tail that matched his clothing, and a green gemstone embedded in his navel.
"Afraid your next post will have to wait." Kosmo tipped his chin motioning at the floating camera drone. The tagger straightened looking puzzled, "My next?...oh haha! Um, I think you got the wrong idea Cosmopup, name's Techtonic." He held out a hand to shake.

Kosmo blinked at hearing 'Cosmopup', the name he took as Cosmicat's fledgling sidekick. He cautiously accepted the handshake, unsure what to make of the unexpected exchange. There was none of the frantic claims of innocence or empty threats when he usually caught someone red-handed, but he did enjoy seeing the elusive better side of people in general. As he vigorously shook Kosmo's hand Techtonic continued, almost rambling like a fanboy. "Any other day this would be like the coolest thing ever but I'm really crunched for time and..." He gave an apologetic shrug as if that settled the matter.

Kosmo raised an eyebrow, "Well unfortunately justice doesn't-???" Kosmo cut off noticing a green gleam in the air and suddenly his feet left the ground of their own volition. He began to panic as his body rotated in mid air completely out of his control, and a small fissure opened in the ground beneath him. He shot down into the open crack headfirst like a shining bullet, the split rock and soil then closed around his head sealing around his neck leaving him in a headstand like a firmly planted fencepost.

Kosmo's legs kicked frantically in the air as he uselessly pushed at the ground, trying to get his head out of the impossibly tight hole. His body spasmed feeling a firm slap on his wriggling ass. "You spandex slathered dipwits just keep getting easier!" The last three words punctuated with firm squeezing pats on his upended glutes. A hand suddenly pressed between Kosmo's legs pushing against all of his intimates and Kosmo realized he was now a vaulting post for the tagger. The ground was just loose enough to hear his muffled, "Again really sorry I couldn't hang out!" The spanking and fading laughter didn't seem like a sincere apology, but Kosmo had more immediate problems.