Editing Setting:InfiniCon/Lore (section)

==A Security-Man's Account==
''Anonymous''

Yeah, it's not exactly what I imagined myself doing when I signed up for the State Police. This place started this thing about the same time I entered the force. At first, the Station was just a little security post where a couple of officers would come down when they were holding a convention, but then it just started... growing. People started building houses, then larger buildings and now we've got this place. And of course, once it became a proper community, the state demanded that law enforcement be put into place. Of course, no one really knows HOW city government gets done around here; there's certainly no InfiniCon PD, but the locals kinda police themselves a bit. Still, you've got to have some form of law and order so the state started to build a permanent police station here; apparently it was just going to be some pre-fabs but whoever's running the show around here gave an anonymous donation, so we've got a proper precinct. I like it, kinda mix between some space age nonsense and noir. Certainly looks the part.

Of course, just like any metropolitan centre, Infinicon has its problems, especially when it's populated with people who have a certain kind of brain damage. We get assaults, thefts, murders, prohibited substances, rapes; they may dress up like a bunch of characters, but they're human. At least most are. But there are some unique challenges; replica weapons are everywhere, so you're always looking, checking for details, a tell-tale flex or seam. Then there are the fights that break out every night or so; over the stupidest things. One night, there was a really bad riot, three dead, forty wounded included one of my officers and that's just what we found. Turns out it was because the ending of some show didn't have the right relationships or something. We're a bit better at this stuff now; we got a taskforce set up to look at trends amongst shippers, upcoming releases and season ends and they keep us pretty well informed so we can expect trouble. Most of the time, at least. Also, piracy. RIAA comes here so much, they've set up a permanent office and we've got a room for an FBI taskforce. Problem is, EVERYONE seems to be in on it; we pretty much have to provide protection for anyone serving subpoenas for copyright infringement and it seems every time we do, all we find are a room with some scuff marks on the floor and Ethernet cables all over the place. Drives the Feds and the Suits crazy.

The officers here are all a bunch of good guys and girls. We've got a hundred and forty police officers, which is a bit small for an urban area this size, but we do what we can. We've got the usual departments; traffic, homicide, narcotics, vice and let me tell you, those guys see some shit, I can tell you, and your usual array of beat officers. We've also got a SWAT team and the officers here are all trained in crowd control. They don't get called out all that often, but there have been times when some kid goes even more crazy then usual, like the one time a bunch of those Emperor worshipping nutters took a cafe hostage, demanding the head of this Brit before they let the hostages go. That incident actually got a lot of attention for a while about how InfiniCon was out of control, but it died away pretty quickly. Too quickly, if you ask me, but that's beside the point.

Most of the staff are here on rotation; two years in. Can't blame, 'em really, not a lot of people volunteer for this district. Of course, you get some guys who go local or want to be here because of the 'Con. Most of the time, they're alright, but some guys around here keep their eyes out on them. Can't blame them, not after that time we got a gunfight in the lobby between one of the detectives and this local in a green jacket. The officer chased the guy right out of there. Still chasing him I hear from reports. There is a danger of going native, though, I suppose. Something about this place can get into your head at times, and people react differently to that. Some start drinking or watching sports really excessively, others pick up little habits; smoking, an odd accessory, but a few do go other the edge. There was this one officer, Brooks. Good man, I knew him from a while back, but he kept on picking up odd traits; started wearing body armor all the time, grew a moustache and wore some 80s looking shades. Started getting cited for excessive force, and was being investigated by Internal Affairs for overzealous use of firearms. Eventually, he quit the Force and now cruises around in a tank of all things; seems he got into one of those Japanese cartoons, Dominion, I think. 

What my beard? I just thought I'd grow one. It's all in regs. Makes me look a bit more like a hardass to the locals. N-no, I've never heard of Cowboy Bebop. It's good? Maybe I'll check it out when I get rotated out. Nah, I've been here for five years. It's the organisation here, see. It's working too well for me to leave right now. Maybe when I've taught some of the new guys how to run things properly...

The Undercon? Creepy ass place. LA, New York, Vegas all tell stories about how their sewers are the worst; at least theirs aren't packed with gangs psycho dog fuckers who rape anything that's warm or paranoids who think that the bombs dropped a century ago. We don't go down there unless there's a good reason and when we do, we go in force. Seriously, the first time we sent some men to investigate down there, they came back, naked, covered in welts from high-powered paintball guns and tattooed with insults in Klingon. Now anytime we step into that hellhole, it's full tactical and we don't mess about. We've actually had people from the military come and ask about experiences that some of the guys have had down there. Rumour has it that they're sending special forces in there to train or something. Just what we need, something to rile up the crazies even more.

Yeah, it's a pretty odd beat, but someone's got to be here to make sure that there's some sense of law and order around here. Otherwise, God knows what crazy replacement would pop up. Probably trial by trivia or something strange like that.