Sergeant Jackie Stacks was a man of simple pleasures, bright personality, and gargantuan proportions. He was always in a good mood and had installed himself as one of the best known members of the security task force aboard Mammoth 29 - despite the fact that he technically wasn’t on the staff. The local enforcers were primarily unmodified military personnel, and though they had initially been terrified of his incredible eagerness they had quickly learned to appreciate his abilities when someone turned out to have smuggled a gun on board. For most of the journey after that they had been recording unusually good crime and deviancy statistics on board - because an unofficially acting member of Authority Security was helping out off the books. But it was something to do, and Jackie knew he was probably the best person on board to protect the integrity of the righteous government, in the best interests of all the passengers and crew. It was in the security room he found himself when the word began circulating that the ship was close to docking, and his new work was about to begin.

Jackie grinned dumbly and bit into an apple as the two other true security officers started talking about the shit job they were gonna have corralling civvies off the ship and keeping the military police in line. Simon was just a bit shorter than Jackie was, and had a meaner face - but he was Security through and through; one time they’d gotten drunk together and Simon had spent the entire night giving long speeches about the Party, and how Order had prevailed in the face of anarchy back during the dark ages, and that we all owed our lives to the Inner Circle. The other guy was Tam, and he was a vicious bastard - he had a big old scar coming out of the left side of his mouth where some delinquent had gotten lucky and caught him with a heated blade, and various bits of him were marked with the bad looking purple scarring characteristic of regrown parts. Tam had briefly been captured by a pair of rogue Secs during a mismanaged military op, and they had really done a number on him - but he hadn’t broken under stress, he hadn’t begged. He was a sour man now, who took too much joy in the violence, but Jackie respected him. 

“Well I can’t stand them. Disloyal complaining seditious little pricks.” Simon grumbled, pouring himself another cup of authority approved action stimulant - or A3. 

“If they get vocal with you, just hit them. They’ll be fined a couple hundred thousand and never leave Mammoth.” Tam replies, not turning away from the TV.

“I know, it just pisses me off.” 

There was a crunch as Jackie finished the apple.

“I’ll see ya later, fellas. I’m gonna head to the cafeteria and get another apple.” He chirped, jumping to his feet out of the leather sofa and headigfor the stairs down to the faux-olden diner. He took the steps five at a time and jumped the last ten. Once he was in the cafeteria, he went through the three step check any cop learns, and his eyes came to rest on a young woman with blonde hair looking at a man with a very stylish beard. A green apple was handed to him as he entered, the machines in the canteen picking up his order from his implanted chip - so he went straight over to the guy with the beard.

“Hey,” he began, biting into the apple, “you have a great beard. It’s really nice. Suits you a lot.” He finished, grinning broadly through a mouthful of apple.