« Last post by Pariah on October 22, 2014, 06:46:03 AM »
And now continuing what is basically just stream of consciousness barfed up onto lined paper (9.5x6 because they were the only size I could find with decent twirly ring binding that doesn't fall apart if looked at funny) with only minimal (read spell checking) editing between paper and screen, we're off that that most iconic part of space, the seedy underbelly.
When asked what they're most favorite character from the star wars movies are six out of every ten will tell you it's Han Solo (the other 50% say Boba Fett, solely for the disintegration line.) Because cowboys, outlaws, and those who kill them are such a backbone to great American cinema that they've even spread their grubby feelers into Hong Kong, Japan, and back to America again through cultural reimportation, that's where we're going today.
ISSP (needs rename due to blatant theft) is the primary police force of space, which is not to say that they're the police everyone deals with on a day to day basis.
Jurisdiction covers crimes committed in vacuum, interplanetary crime, and attempts to flee from one planet to another in an attempt to avoid paying for your wrong doing. While that all sounds quite simple, in practice it's not. Because while that is their job, they actually lack any ability to enforce their laws or arrest anyone once the criminal enters a space station or makes landfall, which kind of sucks for them. In the news and on vidshows ISSP is held up as a paragon of highly trained officers who are utterly and completely incorruptible, in the cold light of reality they're a tiger with pulled teeth.
To get around these pesky restrictions imposed on doing their job, the ISSP turns to two very different methods of criminal acquisition (read that as the acquisition of criminals and not acquiring something illegally, though both meanings probably fit when you're talking about an agency totally ignoring its guidelines just because the guy that's wanted for murder on seven planets happens to be good friends with the security chief on a podunk station in the middle of the belt) the first of which is Special Activities Directorate - Section 9 (also change due to blatant theft, twice this time.) SAD-S9 is a collection of "private" individuals who have been trained by the ISSP and then "fired" due to "disciplinary issues" who were then immediately hired by a collection of shell companies or are "self-employed" receiving their checks through cut outs and other less than legal means, who go out on SWAT raids/black-bag jobs to collect high value individuals for the ISSP. Of course, working illegally for a government agency that needs to protect its public image is not without risk, and you can be d**n sure that if one of these fine gentlemen is captured the ISSP will gladly point out that they were loose cannons, and definitely not involved with them in any way (read disavowed.) Now, while I'm sure you're all thinking of secret police of dystopia's everywhere, this is in fact not the case, after the, admittedly grey, capture of the criminal in question they do face a public trial with all of their rights, it's just, you know, they were kinda playing the system and the system doesn't like being played.
The other method the ISSP turns to to collect criminals to return to the jurisdiction that wants to try them for their crimes is the bounty program. This is actually the most common method of dealing with criminals wanted for crimes, and it relies on basic human greed to work. Local police forces and
dedicated bounty hunters concerned citizens regularly put food on their families' tables by hunting down dangerous fugitives (and peaceful ones too) and turning them in (ALIVE) to their nearest ISSP representative. After a brief period whereby they verify that this is in fact the correct individual, ChaChing, you get the bounty and gets to go your merry way.
The criminals themselves, because that's what you're really here for, are basically the same you'd see in a movie the world over, or even your own tabletop. The range from the two bit thug that "just wants his money" all the way up to the high class "legitimate businessman," all of them looking to get ahead and stay out of prison. Boring huh?
Alright, seeing as I mentioned bounty hunters a couple lines ago, I guess it's time to go back to them, this time covering the morally ambiguous methods of making a living by hunting your fellow human beings. While the cops put up most of the bounties out there, almost all of them are for small change, the only time a big fish ends up on a bounty board instead of the back of a SAD-S9 hovervan is when the authorities just have no idea where they are. Mafia dons and Triad bosses on the other hand, do put out high value bounties on people, with the added bonus that most of them don't really care if the person shows up to their door dead or alive.
When I started this I was planning on writing something about drugs in particular, but I really can't think of anything other than something, something, natural earth drugs for the discerning addict, something something; so, yeah...