Character Name: Constable Benton Tracer
High Concept: Royal Space Mountie
Trouble: Honest and Polite to a Fault
Aspect 1: Stetson of Fate
Aspect 2: Always Gets His Man
Master Tracker: Gain a +2 to Overcome or Create Advantage with Survival, when using it specifically for tracking
As a Constable of the Royal Mounted Space Police, Benton Tracer has always conducted himself in a professional and courteous manner. This was something his grandparents had always taught him, although this didn't always earn him the highest respect of his peers and superiors. In their eyes, he was honest and polite to a fault. But clearly that was their problem, not his. He had to set a good example.
In one of his many cases, he was tracking a man he suspected of moon otter trafficking. Being a protected species native to the Corewards Territories it was deemed unlawful, but not of a very high priority by the police forces. Still, Benton was relentless in his pursuit of this individual, and tracked him across the harshest of terrains.
Eventually, when he caught up with the perpetrator, he came across a strange scene: he found the suspect bludgeoned to death with the body of a dead moon otter and left to rot in a frozen valley. Most of the man's belongings were untouched, but the crates he was smuggling were empty. Curiously, there was not a trace of any animal ever being in them. What he found was much more unsettling: there were remains of poutine and empty packages of StarSmarties... this was not the usual diet of a moon otter, but of an entirely different creature: homo sapiens sapiens.
Clearly, he had came across a much bigger and darker operation. Slave trafficking! He had to follow this lead and put an end to this sort of wrongdoing, as any decent member of law enforcement ought to do. Not to mention the highly illegal practice of using dead otters as blunt instruments.
He tried to convince his superior officers to follow the investigation, and it was his staff sergeant Grenville, who eventually relented and approved the mission, not before trying to talk him out of it, as he was needed here and it was a waste of his abilities.
Benton's investigations took him away from the Territories. He was hot on the trail of a group of miscreants led by an Alistar Roy. He had quickly narrowed down the sector of origin of the contraband, as the taste of that particular mixture of poutine-gravy was made with peppers that could only be found there. Helped in no small amount by Annabelle Pleiades, he gathered enough evidence to round up the malefactors. The local authorities that assisted him, saw him narrowly evade death numerous times, never letting go of his campaign hat, and a rumour started that it was his signature piece of headwear that protected him, like some sort of Stetson of Fate.
But this wasn't the end of this case. The reprobates had in their possession evidence that implicated several corrupt law officers. The slaves were being used by seemingly legitimate corporations in the Territories, and this was covered up by someone in his own law organization! He was repeatedly told to let the matter drop, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. he was a Space Mountie. He always got his man.
In the end, he followed the trail which led him directly to SSgt. Greenville. His own mentor had been in it the whole time. Altough he pleaded with him, and in the end even attacked him in an attempt to flee from justice, he was captured by Tracer and sent to prison. Justice had prevailed.
What followed, however, was completely unexpected: rather than a hero's welcome, backs were turned on him. While his pursuit of law was moral and just, his peers felt as if an act of betrayal had been commited: he had turned on a fellow Mountie. And clearly, someone in power felt either the same way, or were connected with the case and wanted him gone.
He was given a choice: leave the Territories again, to perform security enforcement for "The Company" in Edcenin as a representative of the RMSP, or spend the rest of his career (or at least the next several years) behind a desk. He chose the former - at least he had built a certain amount of rapport in the sector, and would be performing his duties, albeit in a diminished capacity. And it would enable him to get back on his feet.