Meet the Hounds

"No more ghosts to chase today Rolando?" Captain Brubaker was a big stocky man, he had to duck under most of the stations hallways due to his height, and the narrower parts of that station might as well have been off limits to him. It wasn't all muscle, over the years age and eating had taken it's toll on his frame. He was seated in a small conference room of Rim station, addressing his squad, there were three of them. Charged with retrieving rogue magic users and dealing with whatever magical problems spring up on the rim. It was an understaffed group, they could have four times the number of men they had and still not be able to respond to all the problems, but the Guard didn't see it as a priority and the funding wasn't there, it was never there. All the same Brubaker was proud of the people under his charge, an oddball assortment of the cast off variety.

"No sir." Rolando Lorentino was his most dangerous, the only one who wore the shackles while walking around. It wasn't against the law to be magical, but it was controlled. For most people that meant registering and living in a sanctuary, a safe place for magical users so they could be free with their abilities without the fear of the outside world. Rolando was different, he was a shifter, someone who could by the force of his magical ability, teleport from one place to another. A dangerous ability that lead to madness from corruption and with the madness came untold of destruction. That was one reason Rolando was on the rim, the Guard didn't know what to do with him and sending him where people weren't seemed like the optimal idea.

"It's ok Rolando, I too believe in ghosts, one time I even had a relationship with one." Wize was the tech specialist and mechanic, he was a short squat kind of guy, good with tools, lousy with people. He broke his last commanding officer's jaw during a budget dispute and off to the rim he was shipped. Brubaker was very happy he it would take a small ladder for Wize to try and hit him in the mouth.

"Are you telling me the only woman who could put up with you is one that's not alive?" Darla was the groups sergeant at arms and weapon specialist. She was of average height and weight, Brubaker never got why she got sent to the Rim, something about politics, she was some Senator's relation, that was all he'd gotten. He figured she was an action junkie and the idea of polishing rifles in the central authority was not what she wanted and so off to the rim she went, to polish rifles in the ass end of no where.

"Quiet you monkeys! Rolando had a good hunch, and we did check the ship Valrym arrived on and it did indeed have another passenger, so it might have been the Trezlan Lorentino, I doubt it, much like Rolando I'm pretty sure his dad is not the actual one, but someone who took that identity, just like all the other assholes we run into out here." Rolando nodded.

"Yeah dear old dad never struck me as the thousand year old type from what I remember of him as a child."

"All the same, lets get down to business, we have a very interesting set of targets and I'm sure you'll all not grown when I mention they are all highly dangerous." They all groaned and Brubaker smiled, yeah his team may not be very big, or very highly regarded by command, but they were still his guys and that was enough for him.