Priri IV, a world a little too close to it’s sun for humanity to be completely comfortable but rich with minerals. The hot, dry landscape has kept serious colonization from happening, which is say it has kept families from coming and settling down, building forever homes and beautiful cities.The riches this world offers, makes for a booming population, as rough or desperate men arrive to dig in the ground, hoping to find a fortune. And swarming behind such men, come sly men and women, eager to scam, steal and cheat their way to wealth.
The only city, located near to the north pole, serves as the colonial capital. Called Sane, for its said that it's in the only sane place to live on the planet, it serves as a spaceport, the center of the maglev lines and as a massive warehouse complex for the raw ore being pulled from the ground. It also headquarters the rather undermanned and ineffective Colonial Police. For sure, they keep the peace in Sane but there simply aren’t enough of them to go around. With so many small settlements, little more than a handful of shacks, to the ever changing boom towns, many of the ‘towns’ don't have any police officers and those permanent towns that exist, sometimes only have one.
With this lack of officers, most of Priri IV is lawless free for all, filled with roaming gangs of bandits or at best, lynch mobs ready to kill with the slightest evidence.
The town of Freud's Slip, is a little better off than most. The nearby dormant volcano runs with veins of gold, nickel and diamonds and luckily wasn’t snapped up by a big mining company but was divided up into smaller claims, which individuals or small groups brought into. The town is also within sight of a maglev line and has finally been able to get a station built, just a short walk away from the outer buildings. However, this source of wealth, as brought in it’s share of problems. Bandits have attacked the town several times, as have corporate thugs, trying to bully the local claim holders into selling.
However, the town has been well protected by the Chief of Police, Fredrik Hagerstrom, the town’s sole police officer. More akin to a shirriff from the Wild West in Earth’s past, then a modern lawman, he’s known to shoot outlaws, rather than arrest them, much to the locals preference. Alive criminals could commit more crimes. As good as he is, Hagerstrom sends a request for more officers, at least once a week to the headquarters of the Colonial Police. After seven years, it seems like he’s finally getting the reinforcements he wants. In a letter from HQ, he has been informed that he’s getting a K-9 squad.
Although Chief Hagerstrom found the fact he was getting a K-9 unit, he can always find use for more officers and trained police dogs. But it would seem, that someone at Headquarters, thinks they’re a comedian. The chief is not getting officers and dogs but rather a batch of new recruits, who are canine Genomorphs. These beings, carefully created from combining human and canine DNA, have existed for years and years, on more civilized worlds, as pets and servants. In recent years, with a number of lawsuits and petitions, have won them the rights of citizens, freeing them from their bondage and allowed them to reproduce naturally.
Socially progressive members of the Terran League government, have been pushing them into government jobs or as public servants, like police and public defenders. At least one of these officials, had the bright idea to spread acceptance of Genomorphs as free people to the colonies, by sending them out to fulfill open open government positions and knowing of the lawlessness of Priri IV, has decided to send a large contingent of newly trained police officers there. Unfortunately, these newly arriving officers, have been taught to enforce law, on more civilized worlds.
By some quirk of fate, all of the so called K-9 cops, assigned to Freud's Slip, are femaleAlright folks, If you're still with me, this roleplay is going to be a sci-fi western, focused on one man and his female police force, trying to keep the peace. Its going to be rather freeform, with bandit attacks, robberies, drunken brawls, gunfights and just about anything which would fit into the theme. If there is enough interest, I will open up a few slots for male deputies or if someone wants to help GM, to play as the bad guys.Character Sheets
[b]Appearance:[/b] (A picture is fine but please add a written description)
Standing at a solid six feet, Fredrik is a lean, athletic man, without a scrap of fat on him, muscle like wire wrapped around his bones, with taunt skin.. Tanned and weathered by the sun and wind, he looks like he was born on this hard world. His hair, darkened from a dirty blonde to a deep brown, is cropped short and his face is usually kept shaven clean, although there are times when a thick stubble takes over. The only thing that remains of his once fair complexion are his eyes, a hard ice blue, unforgiving.Prefered Weapon(s):
Salkov Viper, a double barreled machine pistol Sexuality:
straight and dominate History:
Fredrik arrived on Priri IV almost fifteen years ago, at the tender age of seventeen. His father had brought him along, in the hopes that the pair of them could strike it rich. For nearly two years, the pair of them worked several claims, the sun slowly turning their naturally fair skin, into a weathered tan. Just a few months before his twentieth birthday, their small camp was attacked by a gang. They weren’t heavily armed, just a single shotgun between the both of them. His father was killed, trying to fend off the raiders and he was shot in the stomach, when he leaped towards the body of his old man. Left to die, after the bandits took everything of value in the camp, he was able to drag himself towards the nearby town of the ironically named, Gutshot Gulch. Luckily, there was a doctor in the town and the man was able to save Fredrik’s life.
Left with nothing in this world, Fredrik took the maglev to Sane. When he left Gutshot, his plan had been to scrape up enough money to take a ship back to the home world and try to find his relatives. However by that time, his grief was turning to anger over his father’s needless death. When he reached Sane, his angered had been built to rage and only fueled by newspapers filled with other stories of robbery and murder. Instead of heading for the spaceport, he went right to the Colonial Police and enlisted. He excel in his training courses, at least the physical elements. His understanding of proper police procedures was rather lacking but those rushing every new recruit through the courses, knew he was the kind of man they needed beyond the city boundaries.
Graduating as a full fledged lawman, Fredrik would spend the next couple of years, moving from boom town to boom town or assigned to units of police, formed to hunt down and eliminate bandit groups. When he turned twenty-five, he was ordered to take the place of dead officer in the new town of Freud's Slip. Arriving in town, he found that not only was he replacing an officer, he was taking over as Chief of Police for the region and he didn’t even have a place to lock anyone up in. As the town grew up around him, he oversaw the construction of a police station, built like a fortress, with enough room for over a dozen more officers to live there. Sadly such reinforcements never arrived. Not even after repeated raids. he’s pretty much resigned to the fact that he’s going to be gunned down at some point in the near future, trying to once again protect his town, standing with only those brave few willing to be deputized. Sexual ons:
Oral (giving and receiving), rough sex, spur of the moment encounters, controlling another's orgasm, a strong partner to dominate more submissive ones with him.Sexual offs:
I'm thinking that the breeds being used for the K-9s should be those being used as police dogs currently. I have a preference for German Shepherds and Dobermans myself but feel free to use any breed or picture you like. None of theses are requirements, just some of those I've already found.