Recreation Station Police. Due to the large volume of criminal activity on the Rec Stations, the duties of the Rec Pols are kept confined to 1) the prevention of destruction of Rec Station property, 2) apprehension of vandals responsible for the destruction of Rec Station property, 3) the surveillance of Rec Station visitors even thought to be considering the destruction of Rec Station Property and 4) any post-destruction investigations required by Rec Station owners or proprietors of Rec Station business establishments. Visitor-on-visitor crimes have no place in the Rec Station Police job description.
A news organization that serves those members of the space-going public who frequent the 483 (as of this printing) Recreation Stations sprinkled about the settled Multiverse. The name Rec Station News refers to both the umbrella organization and to the 483 affiliate Channels that broadcast its content, as well as their own local programming.
Arguably the most challenging (and by challenging, we mean CHALLENGING) of the 483 (at this printing) Recreation Stations in our Galaxy, perhaps in the whole settled Multiverse, Rec Station 97 is the schizophrenic stepchild of Mas Vegas, Club Neb, Uncle Bob’s Fantanimalland, Six Flags Over the Carp Nebula, and the after-hours orgy at the Bi-Cyclic Bargain Bliss Convention. Fun for the whole family… if your family has a high tolerance for chaos, a collective death wish, or runs a crime syndicate. Rec Station 97 has approximately (it changes) 213 levels, packed with parks, theaters, restaurants, bars, brothels, casinos, water parks, amusement parks, spas, hotels, life extension parlors, game arcades, and every other sort of pleasurable (or not so pleasurable) diversion you could possibly think of.
Located closest to the station’s outer rings, the elite, upscale levels of the Station include, Blue Heaven (outermost and VERY pricey, contains Krystal Hills), Boardwalk, Park Place and Nouvelle Orleans. The most popular (and populous) levels are those on the Vale of Tiers, a mid-range series of 89 levels serving space-fevered travelers of the middle classes, Brigaders on leave, youngsters on First Jaunt, and (in the lower-middle tiers) anyone planning an assignation, either of the extra-relational or the financially recompensed variety. The lowest/inner levels of Rec 97, known as The Gutters, are inhabited by robots, droids, and a few less-than-savory humanoids who have learned to deal with life in the low gravity, high crime neighborhood. The operational word here is “deal.”
1) A rather tasty reddish-colored fish, 2) a deliberate attempt to redirect attention, 3) a deliberate attempt to change the subject or deflect an argument, 4) the private, Krystal-driven yacht of Hugo Award-winning author Ronnie Lee Ellis, formerly ILRLE Bajar.
The smallest Standard Galactic Unit of Time that is useful in measuring most human activity, as in the phrase, “Be with you in a couple of ribecs!” There are 60(ish) ribecs in a martron, approximately 60 martrons in a marbec, and 25 marbecs in a malton unit (sometimes known as tounit, yesterunit, or nexunit, depending on said unit’s temporal relation to the present moment). Standard Galactic Units are based, roughly, on the New Terran Units that were adopted soon after the expulsion of Amercadia’s Eastern Hemisphere, once the implementation of the Eastern Matrix (see: Only Possible Recourse, Our) had added the extra marbec to the planet’s rotation and increased (almost doubled, in fact) the time it took for the moon to revolve around the planet. Even on planets on which the passing of time has little in common with that of Amercadia, either past or present, the terms “ribec” and “martron” are used to convey the passing of a very short amount of time, synonymous with “moment.”
A Standard Galactic Unit of Time, the Rigon is roughly 1/3rd of a Standard Cycle and is equal to two(ish) Nargons, 60(ish) Malton Units, approximately 1,500 Marbecs, or 90,000 Ribecs, give or take a few. The Standard Galactic Units are based (again, roughly) on the New Terran Units that were adopted soon after the expulsion of Amercadia’s Eastern Hemisphere, once the implementation of the Eastern Matrix (see: Only Possible Recourse, Our) had added the extra marbec to the planet’s rotation and increased (almost doubled, in fact) the time it took for the moon to revolve around the planet. Only after Amercadia had gained sufficient control of its planetary climate was the Rigon (then called “a Fortmoonth”) added to the table of units, dividing the planet’s cycle around its sun into three growing seasons of two Nargons each. Why the Rigon became a standard unit on planets whose growing seasons (or lack of them) had little or nothing in common with those of Amercadia is a matter of debate, though most would agree with the well-known saying that a Rigon is “too long for a start, too short for a finish, long enough to get boring.”
An organization that, according to its own recruiting literature, “builds character and encourages assertiveness in young Amercadians,” though whether or not character can actually be built remains unproven. (see: Free Will, Theory of) As to how this is to be accomplished, there seems to be a lot of camping, knot tying and the walking of geezers across busy intersections involved. (see: Geezers)
Most thinking sentients take the whole character-building claim with a large grain of salt. According to more reputable sources, the Rangers exist primarily to funnel semi-trained recruits directly into the Amercadian Space Brigade’s Academy, which (by extension) exists primarily to funnel fully trained recruits directly into the Amercadian Space Brigade. With membership at first open only to Amercadians, the organization eventually welcomed humanoid males from other galactic races. In 113 AE, the Rocket Rangers even opened their doors to Teoman who, while arguably humanoid, are not precisely male. (see: Teoman) Many famous (and infamous) humanoid (and other) males claim membership to the Rangers, including Typhoon Weatherall, PCKA Bajar, and semi-famous historian, Dwanyun of Griivarr. Griivarr’s memoir of his childhood Ranger experience, Of Playgrounds and Pecking Orders, inspired the WWHAMMY winning lasaround, Rocket Rangers of the Omniverse, and its many sequels.
An intergalactic news and infotainment (or “noos”) agency owned cooperatively by member news services scattered about the settled Multiverse, but operating independently. Rootersnoos both supplies content, written and broadcast by its huge full-time staff, and distributes stories submitted by reporters from its member services and stations. Non-owning broadcasters may become Rootersnoos subscribers, purchasing content from the agency for a hefty cyclical fee. A number of Rootersnoos Ferrets (their clever designation for reporters) have become inextricably linked to the primary outlets for their work, most notably tap-dancing ferret Jimmy the Snout and Rec Station News.
A popular and scandal ridden means of life extension, a must for the gravity-bound geezers who serve the space-going public. The Running In Place ® system was developed by New Eden Multi-Tech Labs during the early cycles of IER-CO (see: Incorporated Elysian Republic, the). It was heavily funded by the Voidphobic Pontius Augustus Henry Mohammed Bajar (see: Dictator, the Dread), who hoped to stay put and stay young and have the Universe come to him. Simply put, the system takes life (or life force, or life units) from a donor, increases it exponentially and shoots it into a recipient. The donor ages approximately 1 and ½ units for every rigon of life gained by the recipient. This, of course, varies from one individual to the next. The very first donor was a synthetic life form similar to MUDD ®, and a perfect donor it was… for a while. The nonsentient substance quickly developed an immunity to the process and had to be reinvented. This happened again and again and again. It was costly and annoying. In Cycle 30 AE, the Baron Roderigo Sejanus Vasco d’Gama Bajar, grandson of Pontius Augustus Henry Mohammed Bajar, sold the formula to Nick “The Geezer” Pico. Nick the Geezer made Running In Place ® the galactic pastime. He opened his first dealership on Recreation Station 97, next to his dream enhancement parlor, Nick the Geezer’s Land-o-Nod. Big Nick’s R.I.P. – Roamin’ Life Prolongation Parlor was an overunit success. Nick began selling franchises and renting Running In Place Mobile Life Modules that were connected to and fed by the chambers at Life Central, Rec 97. By Cycle 130, things were getting out of hand. Galactic law being what it is (see: Galactic Law, Lack of), Nick found it impossible to oversee the operation of all the franchises he’s licensed. Many life dealers, tired of the ever-rising price of synthetic life, began buying life from down-and-outers with nothing else to sell. By Cycle 140, wild rumors were flying. It was said that certain unscrupulous life dealers were abducting children and using them in the tanks. Such children would age without maturing. Mothers from here to the byzon Galaxy were warning their children to “be good, or they’ll get you and age you and send you to the Planet of Li’l Ole Kids.”