<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shéya, Dani, Darci, Marcus Lang, and Bianka.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It seemed like shaking the hand of the first Genomorph, opened the floodgates. Before the Chief had even released the Lieutenant’s hand, a second female morph was standing besides her, hand outstretched and introducing herself as Rookie Officer Danica Skylos. Even with several piercings, running long her nose and muzzle, this one, a German Shepherd, look more like a police officer, then the first. To start with, she was in uniform of the Colonial Police, although most officers, outside of Sane and special occasions, didn’t wear their uniform but it made the new arrival look more professional.<br/><br/>Shaking Dani’s hand and letting her step back, Fredrik looked up to see a third Genomorph stepping up and he did have to look up. This one was an Irish Wolfhound and she had at least a couple of inches on him. She seemed about halfway between the rookie and the Lieutenant, in her manner of dress, wearing a uniform top, although it seemed to strain to contain her bust and a civilian skirt. However, the rifle she was holding, looked deadly. Her accent was strange but then again, every other person on the planet had a strange sounding accent and hers was close to a couple he had heard before. There had been a group from New Éire, if he remembered correctly, who claimed their founders came from an old nation state back on Earth, called Ireland maybe. He wasn’t sure enough to make a bet.<br/><br/>However, his thoughts on the accent were disturbed by a loud crash. Turning slightly, Hagerstrom found himself looking at a giant morph. While they match in height, this Saint Bernard outmassed him, by at least double, if not more. One of his eyebrows arched slowly, as the big morph snapped into a proper military salute, introducing herself as Bianka Saint, with a long list of qualifications and an insult. For a long moment, he just looked at Bianka, his face unreadable, even as a human male joined the group and introduced himself.<br/><br/>“That Captain Saint” Fredrik finally said, voice level, “Is unacceptable and I have higher expectations for any officer serving under me. I have been called much worse by children in town, you’ll have to do better in the future.”<br/><br/>A faint smile cracked his weather worn and scruffy face, before he turned to look over at Marcus Lang, even as his data unit buzzed slightly in his pocket. In truth, he hadn’t been told a thing about the man, so he wasn’t sure why he would need extra information about an officer. However this hinted at something he would have to look into, at least once everyone was settled in. He wasn’t going to ignore everyone standing in front of him, just to read whatever it was he had been sent.<br/><br/>“Welcome to Freud's Slip everyone” said Hagerstrom, “I’ve been the Chief of Police and sole police officer here for seven years. I don’t know where you taught to uphold the law but I promise you, you still have a lot to learn out here. The law is rather loosely defined and so is enforcing it but I can tell you, before you’ve been here a week, someone will try to kill you.”