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|superior = [[Head of Security]] | |superior = [[Head of Security]] | ||
|duties = Investigate crimes, gather evidence, look badass, smoke cigarettes | |duties = Investigate crimes, gather evidence, look badass, smoke cigarettes | ||
|guides = [[Guide to security]], [[Space Law]] | |guides = [[Guide to security]], [[Space Law]], [[Guide to Trials]] | ||
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''"It was a quiet day on station, not much different than any other day, or any other week... but I could tell there was something wrong. There hadn't been a murder in a long time. Either way, I stopped over by the vending machine to take a pack of smokes, and after that I wandered back to my office. It was a quiet place. Too quiet. I glanced from my T.V monitor to my over-stuffed cabinet. Was there a hidden wall somewhere built by an assistant or the lawyer? There's usually a lot of that sort of thing happening on the station. People spreading disease, traitors, brain washed revolutionaries, mass-murdering wizards, or just plain whack-jobs with space madness. You never knew if you were going to get hit or be drawn to be the hitter. I drew a smoke, the only thing I knew that could make me relax. I took in a breath of that sweet death and looked to my beautiful .38. I knew something awful was going to go down soon. Too soon, I'd say. I loaded up my revolver and packed my forensic scanner. I'm going to find these criminals, and I'm going to find them before they find me."'' | ''"It was a quiet day on station, not much different than any other day, or any other week... but I could tell there was something wrong. There hadn't been a murder in a long time. Either way, I stopped over by the vending machine to take a pack of smokes, and after that I wandered back to my office. It was a quiet place. Too quiet. I glanced from my T.V monitor to my over-stuffed cabinet. Was there a hidden wall somewhere built by an assistant or the lawyer? There's usually a lot of that sort of thing happening on the station. People spreading disease, traitors, brain washed revolutionaries, mass-murdering wizards, or just plain whack-jobs with space madness. You never knew if you were going to get hit or be drawn to be the hitter. I drew a smoke, the only thing I knew that could make me relax. I took in a breath of that sweet death and looked to my beautiful .38. I knew something awful was going to go down soon. Too soon, I'd say. I loaded up my revolver and packed my forensic scanner. I'm going to find these criminals, and I'm going to find them before they find me."'' | ||