The Securitate is the main Security and Intervention unit of Dragnet, Tunguska’s militarized police force. Their mission is to perform all sorts of operations typical of an armed corps related to security and intelligence tasks. Said operations can be both conventional and special, so the Securitate is basically defined as a combat control and direct tactical response force. In addition, this unit performs police and judiciary “special” duties in the seemingly serene but always convulsive Tunguska.

The Securitate works as the sword of Damocles above the mafias that share the power in this mothership, as it is the select unit in charge of watching and adjudicating when a family, clan, or Tunguskan faction breaks the internal rules of the game. Tunguska’s mafias have enough resources to hire the best professionals available for their operations, and they are always ready to forgo the rules if they can profit from it.

With such a delicate balance of power, this vessel can easily become a bomb about to go off, so it must be controlled with an iron fist, and this unit does that like none other. This means that there is no rest for the members of the Securitate: a force that has its mettle constantly tested, and whose operative foundation is to always be better prepared than their adversaries. Consequently, Tunguska’s security force is not only better than the ones at the service of the mafias and bankers that rule the mothership, but also superior to any other similar unit in this sector of space.

Hollow Men: empty husks inhabited by the bastard offspring of extreme science financed by Tunguska’s dirty money. There is no moral justification for the Hollow Men; these abominations answer to an urgent and true need of Tunguska’s reality. How can you avoid corruption of the security forces in an environment dominated by mafias that have made corruption their way of living? Dragnet needed an assault group that could be trusted completely, an intervention force that could not be infected by the insidious tendrils of any of the Tunguskan mafias, a unit whose members were constantly monitored in such a way that their loyalty could not possibly waver.

But how can one have total control of a person’s life? The answer was provided by one of Praxis’ Black Labs: total VR immersion. A complete virtual environment that could be easily monitored by Dragnet’s hunter pseudo-AIs needed to be created. What the Black Labs developed was a simulated environment known as Limbo, idyllic and perfect, but also malleable, allowing experiences impossible in the real world. In Limbo, the members of this unit live fulfilling lives in their solipsistic worlds, connecting with the real and dirty reality only during their service time through tactical android bodies known as Hollow Men. And in this way they completely reject the real world and their own bodies.

They undergo radical surgery; only their brain is left and is placed in a life support cylinder connected to the VR simulator. For them the only way of returning to the real world is through their tactical operation bodies, which for them are nothing but a VR combat game. But the moral horror of this unit is not the volunteers, but the “conscripted”. The Black Lab that started this project did something more than just develop the technology. They swept hospitals looking for pregnant women whose fetuses were severe malformed from exposure to cosmic radiation and bought such fetuses before they could be aborted, as established by the Nomad medical protocols for space.

The brains of these unborn were incubated and connected to a special section of Limbo known as The Nursery, where they were subject to hyperstimulation techniques to expedite development, which caused them to “grow up” in a simulated environment. Once a certain maturity is reached, these young ones will have not only lacked possession of a real body, they lose the possibility of having a choice about it. Instead they simply leave The Nursery to access Limbo and join the unit. The conscripted are the most valued Hollow Men both for their loyalty to their unit and to their way of life, a characteristic probably acquired during their education and intensive training received in The Nursery. However, once in action there is no difference between volunteers and conscripted. Neither are afraid and neither back down, because for all of them it's just a combat game with the same rules as the rest: play to win.

The Specijalne Krize Jedinice, or Special Crisis Units in Serbian, emerged as an initiative of one of the officers of the incipient Tunguska Jurisdictional Command, Jarek Darékovic, in the turbulent days after the ship’s foundation. This officer was responsible for large-caliber policies applied during the dawn of the Phantom Conflict, from which Szalamandra squads would also emerge.

Darékovic was aware that Tunguska would find it very difficult to resist a direct attack by the heavy assault infantry units of either of its greatest enemies, whether that was PanOceania or Yu Jing. Certain of this, he hastened to create an elite unit that could not only face them, but also repel them. Little by little, he recruited veteran ex-combatants and mercenaries until he had a core of experienced men, ready for action who could, at the same time, train and guide new recruits as well.

At the same time a development program was initiated in collaboration with several Praxis research modules to provide this unit with high-performance personal tactical equipment that maximized the combat capabilities of its members. Due to the stringent selection standards of this unit, it would invariably be a reduced force, but it would still be required to sustain a capacity of lethal force projection that could be decisive in any context.

In summary, this unit had to be unstoppable and be able to solve problems with fully automatic firepower. Nowadays, the Special Crisis Units are divided into two operating groups that can act jointly or separately. The Guja Grupa, or Serpent Group in Serbian, is the group that composes the attack force, while the Sokolska Grupa, or Falcon Group, constitutes the support force, and is made up of heavy and support weapon specialists. Still, regardless of its tactical role, the main mission of the Kriza Boracs is always the same: to live up to their name (Crisis Soldiers) and intervene when a crisis breaks out. Tunguska command is clear: this is the unit that must be deployed when the situation reaches the critical point and it’s necessary to unleash hell on enemy's heads, when you have to enter with everything you’ve got, guns blazing.

Heckler. n. m. and f. Term used to refer to a person that interrupts a speaker with mocking or aggressive commentaries.

[Extracted from the Universal Conciliar Dictionary, simplified edition, Manaheim, Concilium Prima.]

At some point rumors about a group of brigands popped up, a team of unconventional warfighters, or at least it was defined like that in an “official-but-not-too-official” way. These guys attacked the enemy where it hurt the most, with no concern for laws or rules. They fought in some kind of non-existent war, where everything is deep undercover and dirty as hell. Their orders were to cross the frontline and cause as much harm and chaos as possible. Ammo convoys, supplies deliveries, research and development facilities—all of it was fair game. It’s said that they loved to get as close to the target as possible in such a way that they could cause a level of destruction akin to a carpet bombing, but still keep it covert, deniable, and clandestine.

This is how it happened and still happens, because nobody gives a damn how they do their job as long as they accomplish their mission. The High Command knows that to perform this kind of work a certain type of operator is needed. To be able to gather the best team, more than half of the time it means recruiting the craziest of the crazy, individuals who are not exemplars of discipline, but who are the best at their job.

They’re the buffoons of the combat force: unstable, unbalanced, frustrating guys, but at the same time, if you are going to enter into hostile turf for a shootout against vastly superior numbers, they are the dudes you want on your side. Those are the Hecklers—more fun that you could ever imagine.