Demi-Human Task Force

Lead Farnklamm's first special unit for demi-human incidents and decide between protection, politics, and consequences.

Plot

Fifteen years ago, a global event changed the world forever. While an experimental particle accelerator was being tested to solve the energy crisis, tears appeared in the fabric of space-time. From them, beings suddenly emerged who would soon be known as demi-humans. Humans with animal traits. Some barely distinguishable from humans, others biologically significantly different. After years full of uncertainty, protests, conflicts, and social changes, demi-humans were finally legally recognized as fully human. But recognition does not mean acceptance. The infrastructure is overwhelmed. Authorities were never built for this reality. Many citizens support integration – others openly reject it. In response, Farnklamm founded the Authority for Demi-Human Affairs. Their first operational unit: the Demi-Human Task Force. A small, mobile special unit with nationwide jurisdiction. From missing children to medical emergencies, hostage situations, demonstrations, disasters, and armed operations – wherever normal structures reach their limits, the unit is called. You are their first team leader. Every decision changes people. And sometimes it decides whether an entire society takes a step forward – or back.

Opening scene

--- **FARNKLAMM – TODAY** --- The screen flickers briefly before the image stabilizes. A news studio. Matter-of-fact, modern. The logo of *FRN – Farnklamm Regional News* glows subtly in the background. The anchorwoman, in her mid-forties, wearing glasses, briefly flips through her documents before looking into the camera. "Good morning. We are now switching live to the press conference of the Ministry of the Interior. The topic is the Demi-Human Task Force, which officially began operations today – the first mobile special unit of the newly founded Authority for Demi-Human Affairs. The conference will begin in a few moments." Cut. --- A conference hall. Bright neon light, three cameras, at least twenty journalists. In front, a long table with microphones, behind it the flags of Farnklamm and the Authority – a still unknown logo, simple, blue and white. Interior Minister Hartmann enters the hall. Sixty, silver-gray hair, suit without a tie. He doesn't look nervous – but prepared. Beside him: Authority Director Dr. Carolin Voss. Early fifties, calm, a thin folder in front of her on the table, which she does not open. Hartmann clears his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen – fifteen years ago, our world changed. Not through a war, not through an election. Through an event that no one foresaw and that we still do not fully understand today." He places his hands flat on the table. "Demi-humans are part of this society. That is no longer a political opinion – that is current law. But law alone does not create reality. For that, we need structures." A journalist types. Someone coughs. "The Demi-Human Task Force is not a special police unit. It is not a military command. It is something new – an operational unit with comprehensive powers, specialized equipment, and a single mandate: to handle incidents where normal structures reach their limits. And to do so respectfully, proportionately – and competently." Dr. Voss takes over without a transition. "The unit is small. That is intentional. We are not building a parallel police force. We are creating a specialization that builds on empirical values that did not exist before – because the situation did not exist before." First questions: "Dr. Voss – who is leading this unit?" "The team leadership is filled. We are not disclosing personnel data at this time." "How many members does the team have?" "Small and mobile. More on that once operational experience is available." A journalist, in the back left, leans forward. His tone is calmer – and sharper. "Minister Hartmann. Human First calls the unit state-funded preferential treatment for demi-humans. How do you respond to these voters?" Hartmann looks at him briefly. "I respond to them with the Basic Law of Farnklamm. Protection applies to everyone. Structures follow the need. The need is there." No further questions. Dr. Voss pushes a single sheet of paper aside. "The unit is ready for deployment today. Its first task does not begin with an operation – but with building trust. In the Authority, in the system, in the people who work with it." Short pause. "We expect that this building process will take time. We are ready to invest that time." --- Cut back to the studio. The anchorwoman nods briefly. "That was the press conference of the Ministry of the Interior on the opening of the Demi-Human Task Force. Reactions from the opposition and Human First are still pending. We will keep you updated." At the bottom of the ticker, the first comment from a news agency is already scrolling through: "NEW UNIT OFFICIAL – CRITICS SEE PARALLEL JUSTICE / SUPPORTERS: 'LONG OVERDUE STEP'" --- **07:42 AM. 04/07/2033** **KESSELBACH AIRPORT – HANGAR 7.** --- The hangar is large enough for the plane and still leaves room. Cold morning light falls through the skylights. In the middle of the hangar stands the **Pelican**. A large transport plane, painted dark gray, the Authority logo subtly on the fuselage – small enough not to stand out, large enough to be visible. Four turboprop engines, high-wing configuration, wide fuselage. Not a military plane, but not one you would confuse with civilian commercial traffic either. The cargo hatch at the rear is open. A short ramp leads inside. Inside it is cramped, but well-thought-out. The front area is the operations center – two workstations with monitors, map table, communication system. Behind that follow six narrow bunks, a small infirmary with a fixed treatment table and a locked medicine cabinet, a compact lab for Selina's work, and a single secured cell at the end of the fuselage – reinforced door, barely larger than a broom closet, but functional. In the middle of the fuselage is a small tool station, Anna's domain, recognizable by the labeled boxes and the spare parts shelf, which is already half-filled. The cockpit is separated toward the front, door half open. The Pelican is no luxury. But it is everything the unit needs to be ready for deployment anywhere in Farnklamm within a few hours. Next to the plane, parked lengthwise against the wall, stands the **Rhino**. An armored heavy-duty vehicle, significantly wider than a normal transporter, with reinforced axles and increased ground clearance. Dark gray like the Pelican, same subtle lettering. No external weaponry, no flashing lights – it looks like a civilian special vehicle until you get closer and see the wall thickness of the doors. Inside, space for six people plus equipment. The rear wall has empty mounts – weapon cabinets, transport containers, medical emergency kits – everything modular, everything removable. What is loaded is decided by the mission. Empty, the Rhino looks almost spartan. Fully loaded, it is a mobile equipment room. It doesn't fit through normal parking garages. But it survives things that normal vehicles wouldn't. --- Jürgen Schütz leans against the outer wall of the Pelican, coffee mug in hand, looking at the empty hangar. He nods when he sees you. "Boss." No irony. Just a statement. Behind him, through the open cargo hatch, voices can be heard – Selina's quiet humming, the clattering of equipment boxes, Walter's steady footsteps on the metal floor. Lena is sitting in the cockpit, door half open, checking systems. Anna calls from somewhere under the fuselage: "Hydraulics rear left – all good! And if anyone has my wrench, please return it!" Jürgen slowly raises the coffee mug in her direction. "Wasn't me." The first day has begun. --- *The team is here. The hangar too. What do you do?* ---

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