Session 3 – Wine and Dine

Cast of Characters:

  • Rae
  • Sapper
  • Mutt
  • Bowjack
  • Walker
  • Tatters

“A sports friend of mine got me in touch with me about an acquaintance. Shadowrunning and sports have gone hand in hand since the leagues have passed the Denver Agreement. With that agreement, teams are forbidden to interfere with the acquisition of talent. Hence, shadowrunning became an avenue of circumventing the agreement. Now, I have done runs for and against other teams, so I am familiar with these kinds of runs. I agreed to me with him. After discussing the details of what was needed, I decided to throw the green team on it. They need something a little different and could learn from this run. I set up the meet with the Johnson and the team. I decided to include a couple of new people to help round the team out as well. The job was to keep an eye on a young recruit for the Paladins basketball team. He is scheduled to be in town for 3 days while the Paladins court him. It was almost assured that other teams would want to interfere with this kid, so this was going to be a tough one. Both the team and Johnson agreed to the terms and they went off.

What fraggin surprised me is that the team lost the kid on the first day and he was extracted by another runner team. They did good while the kid arrived at the airport and through the hotel. They found about the other runner team and some of their capabilities and thought out of the box to keep an eye on him. They were also able to keep on the mark in the hotel room and on the way to dinner. He had a dinner meet with some of the team management when all hell broke loose. Half the team was watching the mark and the other half was watching the hotel. Both were hit with violence at about the same time. Walker and Sapper were watching the hotel when they found out that the other running team’s decker was doing the same. They were assaulted by a pair of drones. At the restaurant, a couple that was having dinner opened fire on another table of dinner guests. The situation was handled quickly by Mutt and they lost the mark in all of the commotion. The were able to pick up the trail again after remembering the vehicle was tagged. They found it was ran off the road and two of the four bodyguards were dead. The mark was nowhere to be found.

I have had my share of failed runs in my time, and in a way, its good that the team have gotten on under their belt. The need to shake this off and get back on the horse. From my understanding they have another run lined up now. Hopefully they can get a successful run back under them.”

~Aspen

Session 2 (part 2) — A Child Lost

Cast of Characters:

  • Rae
  • Sapper
  • Skitz
  • Bowjack
  • Walker

“So the story goes that the group made a run on the apartments in Sandy. It ended up being a ruse. Rae and Bowjack were the first ones in and, from what I hear, Bowjack to the brunt of a 3 round burst to the chest and dropped. However, the rest of the group was able to make short work of the four gangers that were posted up here. All the commlinks that were showing were dummies. The camera showing Zoe with her captors had a picture stuck to it to make it appear that they were there. Throughout the complex, there was no sign of Zoe.

However, what nobody expected was the Shooters were also on the lookout for Zoe. Apparently Rae had made an impression on Susan and she sent out word on her network. They found that Zoe was being held in a shack in Gladstone down by the falls. No charge for this information, but the team owes her a favor now. The quickly moved on the new location. Sapper “acquired” or “liberated” the open bed Bulldog that was at the apartments for himself, so both vehicles descended on it. A quick plan was put together to draw out the two posted gangers and dispatch them quickly. The plan went off without a hitch and Zoe was rescued unhurt. We made plans to meet up at my favorite taco stand with Joanne and the switch was made. This team might just be ready for some bigger jobs that are starting to come in.”

~Aspen

A Child Lost — Behind the Curtain

It was a rainy day .. again. “Frag, I hate rain” Zoe thought to herself as she left the shelter of the high school doorway and ran for the Ford Americar that had pulled up. Her ride was running late again. “Drek … I bet he was late because he was at the Stuffer Shack eating tacos again. 100 nuyen that he has hot sauce stains on his shirt again.” Steven Brenson wasnt that bad of a person. A little overweight, but he genuinely cared about Zoe and has been her bodyguard for nearly 5 years now. Steven was a former Ghost, but the last few years of eating tacos and not training like he used to has put a few extra pounds on his elf frame. He kept the car running and opened the door as Zoe ran and jumped in the back seat. After Steven got back in, she noticed that Carl was also with her. Nothing new really, but Carl seemed to have the ability to have people just not notice him. “I hate this fraggin rain!” I exclaimed. “Why does it always rain in the Tir?” With a chuckle, Steven puts the car in gear and head out for home. Zoe went online on her commlink and did her usual thing as they made their way down the winding roads of the West Slope.

From out of nowhere, Zoe is ripped from the various feeds she watching as the car hits the ditch and slams into a tree. Carl and Steven both look back “ARE YOU OK??” Doing a quick glance around, I nodded yes. “Stay Here!” They both drew the predators they kept in their holsters and stepped out of the car. Gunfire erupts and Steven falls back into the drivers seat, his shirt bloody from multiple gunshot wounds. I let out a scream as he pointed his predator at me and fired. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them, there was a dead ork at my window. I looked back at Steven and his eyes were glazed over. He was dead. I screamed as the door opened and ork hands grabbed and ripped me out of the car. I stumbled onto the street and fell next to the body of Carl. The orks tried to grab me again, but this time I was quick enough to grab the predator and squeeze a shot off. One of the orks went down, but the others grabbed me by the arms. The one I shot stood up straighter, walked over and backhanded me … hard. The last thing I remember was falling down and everything going black. Steven … Carl … fragging rain

When I awoke next, everything was dark … wait, what am I wearing? Looking around, there is just darkness, but I can feel a hood or sack over my head. The hood was removed and bright lights assaulted my eyes. “MOM!…. MOM!” I screamed. “What the do you want! … MOM!” Out of nowhere, one of them smacked me across the face … hard. I waited a moment to let my eyes adjust to the lighting. “Shut the frag up and read the cards!” He screamed. Another man, also an ork it looks like, held up cards for me to read. Wait was that a camera? Quickly scanning over it, it was a message for my mom …

Judge Joanne Gibson, you are unlawfully holding a brother in arms and currently presiding over his trial. These charges are drek and brought on by false evidence that was provided by corrupt Peace Force operatives. Currently, the trial is scheduled to end on February 14th. If he is found guilty, the trial is delayed for any reason, or you involve the Peace Force in any way … your precious daughter will be returned to you in … pieces … MOM!

The big ork reached out again and smacked me with his cyberarm. Frag man, no wonder it hurt. The other ork said just past the camera “If you ever want to see your daughter alive again, you will find Bobby Jones not guilty on all charges.” What the hell??? I started crying for my mom and screaming and yelling. But the put the bag over my head again. I felt the brunt of a hard object hit me upside my head again … then darkness …

Session 2 (part 1) — A Child Lost

Cast of Characters:

  • Rae
  • Sapper
  • Skitz
  • Bowjack
  • Walker

I got a frantic call last night from an old friend. Joanne was a friend from back in my running days. Her daughter, Zoe, was kidnapped and she received a video from the kidnappers. After I was able to calm her down and assessed the situation, it sounded like this needed some intervention from the shadows. Joanne agreed, but she didnt want anything traced back to her on this. She needed to keep it clean. I said that I would handle it and would pay for it out of pocket. That way, the nuyen trail did not lead back to her in any way. With most of my teams already on jobs, I set things up with the new team. They should be able to handle it. Joanne and I would meet the team and provide the pertinent details. I set it up for the next morning at a place I knew well, the Fairview Slopes. So I set this meet up with the new team and what the frag, Rae tried to negotiate the terms. I was so fraggin embarrassed after I said how sensitive this was and that the Johnson was a close personal friend. The others seemed willing to handle this without negotiating, but this will need to be something that I remember. They agreed to the job and went to work.

Now I normally keep my eyes and ears to the shadows when my teams are working and this was no different. They went about this pretty efficiently and found a possible location on where Zoe might be. Apparently along the way, Rae met up with Pwoner … What y’all may not know is Pwoner is a heavy set troll stripper that runs with the Shooters. I would have loved to have a flyspy drone on the wall when that smug elf met up with her. It seems they may have also found another location of interest, which is the library over on Woodstock. Now back in the days of the fifth world, this was actually a library with physical books and drek. Now its a shelter and soup kitchen for the homeless. I am not sure what interest they have there, but it was one of the last known addresses that was listed in Sniffer’s dossier.

So currently, at last check, Walker and Skitz were monitoring the apartment complex out in Sandy that they suspect has Zoe. The rest of the team split to rest up and prepare for the rescue.

~Aspen

Session 1.5 — Jackrabbit Gift Basket

This was a mini-run in response to events that happened in Session 1.

Cast of Characters

  • Rae
  • Bowjack

There I was. Minding my own business … literally. I was on a customer call at Celebrate It! when there was a crash out front. I ran to the window to see a truck smash into my Jackrabbit! I was like, Holy Drek! I ran out the door, just as this scrawny looking elf was putting a note on my window. I yelled out, but he just looked at me, jumped back in his truck and took off! What the frag, man. It said “Taco Truck” on the side as it left. I was able to get the license plate from the security footage and was able to get a pretty decent image of the elf that did it, along with another that was in the passenger seat. I filed the police report as a hit and run and filed the claim with the insurance company. That was on Friday.

Well today is Monday, and you would not guess what happened. HE CAME BACK! I was so shocked, I had to do a double take. Honestly, I was taken aback a little since he was pretty cute. He, and another elf that looked like an actor from old trid videos from the fifth world. I felt faint as something washed over me. They asked what they can do for me. First thing I said was that they can replace my car. They destroyed it after all. The cute one sorta when ballistic and tried throwing a chair through the window, after I recognized him I locked the doors so they couldnt leave. It was kinda cute, the way he lobbed it. The other one and I started talking about replacing my car. I gave them 5 hours to get me a new car and bring it back or I was going to the cops with the footage of them in my office.

I went about my day, not expecting them to come back, but they did! A few hours later, they delivered a new Jackrabbit to me. It was newer than mine and my favorite color! I ran out to them and they handed it over. The trid elf wasnt with him this time, but another one was. He was kinda cute, but I already had my eye on the scrawny looking one with the cute eyes. He did a final check of the engine and I made my move. I told the cute one that he can take me to dinner tomorrow night. I gave him my address and stuff and he said he would see me the next night. We went out and had a nice dinner, we talked about different things and stuff. It was a nice date. Later this week, he is taking me out to the movies. Cant wait!

Felicia

Crash 2.0

As I sit here, eating a soy taco — god I love these things — I let my mind wander. I dont know what set it off, could have been the trid video playing or … well who knows. Either way, my mind goes back to the 60’s and what was dubbed “Crash 2.0”. It was 2064 to be exact. It was hell in the Tir. I was recovering from a recent run and was relaxing eating soy tacos, much like I am now surprisingly enough. Without any warning, it seemed the all the lights went out. AR displays were no longer showing. Trids were down. Commlinks werent connecting to the Matrix like they were supposed to. I closed my eyes and was relieved to find out that the Astral was still present, so not all seemed lost. However, even that didnt seem right. I looked around the taco stand and started noticing that it was just me that seeing this. People walked out of the buildings looking around, as if the answer to this was just outside their doors. My ears were picking up whispered questions and concerns. However, among the “what the frag is going on” and other discussions, the familiar whine of propellers and jet engines became more prevalent. Instead of looking around the streets, I looked towards the skies instead. WHAT THE FRAG IS THAT!! Expecting to see the cloudy overcast sky, instead a jumbo jet was falling from the sky. Not landing … fragging FALLING! It crashed into some buildings down on Burnside a few blocks from where the taco stand. It seemed almost on instinct, I ran towards the burning wreckage. Now I have never claimed to be a charitable person or one to do things for the “greater good”, but a fraggin plane just took out a block of buildings. I full on ran down the street, turning west on Burnside and headed towards the screams and fleeing people.

The smoke was so thick, that I couldnt really get close to the wreckage. Thermovison was going bat-drek crazy since the smoke itself seemed to be on fire. I tried to blindly go into the the area and was able to get to the door of one of the buildings. I recognized this place. It was the apartment complex where Old Maid lived. Old Maid was possibly one of the sweetest grannies I have ever met. She took in homeless kids and helped them with learning how to cook and take care of themselves. I tell you, she made a mean bowl of chili! Without a thought, I broke down the door. and screamed for her. There was no answer. I tried feeling my way into the building, but tripped and ended up on her couch. Looking back … it still makes me catch my breath … was Old Maid. She laid there in her blue dress. A ceiling beam had fallen and crushed her. I knew there had to be children there … there always was. I screamed for them. Tried making my way further into the apartment. I made my way to one of the bedrooms and kicked in the door. The ceiling on this room was ripped off by the falling wreckage. Amid the screams, I picked up the faintest whimper. There … under the bed … I ran over, grabbing the bed and flinging it away. A pair of kids were hiding there. Wait … I know these two. Their names escaped me then though. I grabbed the two of them and ran out of the building and towards the taco stand. I didnt stop running until I got to the taco stand. I knew it was safe there … for now anyways. I sat them down and looked them over.

Wiping away the memory, I ordered up another order of tacos. But looking at them, my mind goes back to looking at these two kids. A human boy and girl, Anne and Bradley, couldnt have been more than 12 years old. My fingers wiped away their tears and searching them for wounds. They had bumps bruises and a few minor scrapes. Dammit, I dont have my med gear with me. “Edict Corantha Sinettua!” My healing spells will have to do for now. The bruises and scrapes heal, but even magic couldnt remove the fear in their eyes, the shaking in their bodies, the memory of what just happened. Looking around, I remembered that my Bulldog was parked nearby. I rushed the kids over and put them in it. This truck has gotten me through alot of tough drek in the years, so its tough enough to take care of these two. I told them to stay put. Looking around, I seen there was another aircraft that was coming down, further in Gresham — possibly by the Wall. Then another one up north … possibly in the Columbia River or in Salish territory. Drek, how wide spread could this be? Cars were crashing all around him, explosions seem to be coming from everywhere …. frag this …. I hopped in the Bulldog and had the kids buckle up.

GridGuide didnt seem to be working … well that explains alot. Tried turning on the wireless on my Predator … nothing. What the hell, is the whole Matrix down ???? I fired up the Bulldog and headed for the safety, or the presumed safety, of home. I headed out of the Gresham barrens, through a smuggling hole in the wall and out to the cabin near Sandy. There was a very little Matrix signature there. They should be safe there. In the rear view, all I could see was smoke, fire and destruction. All I could hear was the sounds of screams, panic and death. Astrally, the pain and suffering was more than I could bear. As I was passing through the Wall, I caught sight of another plane coming down in the city. This was going to be one hell of a mess. Then I looked down at the two children crying in the backseat. I knew then that I was going to make sure that they never experience this kind of suffering again. I decided then, I am going to raise these kids as my own.

I shook away the memories as I took a few more bites of my taco. Damn, those kids are adults now. A smile came across my face as I seen them walk up to the taco stand, ordered some soy tacos and sat down next to their old man.

~Aspen

Session 1 — Introductions Aside …

Session 1 — Introductions Aside …

Cast of Characters

  • Rae
  • Sapper
  • Skitz
  • Bowjack
  • Riptide
  • Walker

So I make a call to these chummers of mine that I have recruited for a shadowrunner team. A good bunch, but still green and a little rough around the edges. There is a dwarf that goes by the name of Sapper. Both him and an amerind human, named Riptide, have military backgrounds and all. Both have a decent amount of cyber and seems to be able to hold their own wits in a firefight. There is another human in the group. A shaman that follows Wolf and goes by Walker. A decent mage by all accounts. The other three are elves. Skitz, a computer wiz that can do some amazing things with the matrix; Bowjack, a decent wheelman and proprietor of the self named Taco Tank; and finally Rae, a silver tongued adept that tends to hide his awakened side. The group all in all has some pretty solid skills for being new to the streets. Anyways, back to what I was saying. I make a call to these guys early, and I mean pretty damn early, and tell them they have a meet with a Mr Johnson in an hour. Surprisingly, they all answer and make the meet on time. Not too shabby for their first meet. They head over to a old office building that was converted into part time storage. Its owned by the Mr Johnson, and that is where he dictated that he wanted the meet to be.

They all arrive on time and meet with him. The meeting goes well and they agree on the job. The job is to hijack a delivery truck that is bound for Malek’thas that is set to leave from a Syntech Logistics warehouse in North Portland and is scheduled to leave today. This was supposed to be an introductory run that was sort of an audition for the Johnson, so he had some contingencies for it. They were to hijack this truck, undamaged and unopened, and deliver it to an abandoned gas station garage in Happy Valley. They agreed on a price and an additional kicker for those that recorded the run for appraisal of their professionalism. Only Walker decided to not record the run, the rest of the team did. After the Johnson left, they developed a plan to go to the warehouse and hack into the network. Before they could leave the building though, automatic gunfire and screams are heard just outside the building.

The team assesses the situation and finds that a group of Spanners are shooting up the streets just outside the building. Walker was able to get some of the people fleeing to take cover in the building from the back door. Riptide was the first to walk, yes he literally walked, out the front door with pistols blazing. Then some weird stuff started happening to the gangers bikes. One went batshit crazy, sputtering and sparking, it ditched the ork rider and spun off into a lightpole. A few seconds later, another one of the bikes jerked into reverse and also ditched the biker. Within seconds, the team laid waste to the gang of bikers and quickly fled the scene to complete the job they were hired to do.

They arrive at the warehouse to start have Skitz hack the host to get more information. However, when Bowjack goes to find a parking spot, he ends up slamming his Roadmaster into a parked Jackrabbit. Wanting to flee the scene before the drek hits the fan, he leaves a fake comm code and leaves … just as the owner of the Jackrabbit screams at them. He flees the area and finds another secluded spot behind some trash dumpsters. Him and Rae walk to the nearest Stuffer Shack to get some spray paint to hide the big “Taco Truck” that is painted on the side of the Roadmaster. Meanwhile, Skitz hacks the warehouse host and gets the shipping schedule for the day and tomorrow’s schedule as well. They easily narrow the shipment that they need to get since it was the only one that was headed to Malek’thas today. It was marked with having medical supplies as the shipment contents. The kicker is that the shipment is scheduled to leave in about an hour.

They develop a plan to hijack it shortly after leaving the warehouse, but before it can get on the busy Lombard Bvld. Skitz was able to mark the truck so that he could track it. Luckily, they had a red light at the ambush spot and it stopped right in front of the Roadmaster. Rae was able to do his mind control magic and had the driver put the truck in park and step out of it. Skitz and Riptide head for the truck and before the poor driver, think his name tag said Frank, even new it, Riptide superman punched him and dropped him. Skitz and Riptide jump into the Bulldog and proceed to the rendezvous spot. They made it to the abandoned gas station garage without any further incidents or issues.

Once they get there, they pull the Bulldog into the garage and the two elves that were waiting for them start having drones clean the truck of any tracking devices. Thier Mr Johnson shows up and they receive their payment. They send the recording files to the comm code provided for the Johnson to review and payment was made in credsticks that were in a drawer.

So by all accounts, the hit and run not included, the run went pretty smoothly. My impression from this particular Mr Johnson, is that he was pleased with the way the run turned out. He expected to have some rough points here and there, but all in all, he was very pleased. I got a feeling that these chummers are in for a few more jobs. Until next time, be good Omae.

~Aspen

Timeline of Events – Tir Tairngire

This is a running history of the nation of Tir Tairngire. Currently only the basic history is outlined. As the campaign unfolds, new information is learned and events occur, the timeline will be updated accordingly.

March 11, 2035
Lugh Surehand announces the formation of Tir Tairngire to the Salish-Shindhe Council.

May 6, 2035
Lugh Surehand is appointed High Prince by the Council of Princes. The first of several border skirmishes between Tir and Salish forces are touched off by the forced relocation of several thousand Salish citizens

August 17, 2035
In a surprise move, the Great Dragon Lofwyr is granted a seat on the Council of Princes

May 1, 2036
The first Rite of Progression is held. Hundreds of thousands of individuals participate

2036 – 2037
Tir Tairngire forces invade California “to protect the redwood forests.” Militia forces and CFS Army troops push the Tir Peace Force back to Yreka in a bloody guerrilla war.

February 14, 2039
Seattle experiences the Night of Rage.

December 8, 2039
Due to a push by Council member Dar Varien, military service is now open to all Tir subjects, regardless of metatype.

February 6, 2040
The capital of Tir Tairngire is moved from Salem (Malik’thas) to Portland (Cara’sir)

May 1, 2043
The second Rite of Progression is held.

November 3, 2043
The Council formally creates the Chamber of Representatives, more commonly known as the Star Chamber.

June 22, 2047
The first of several assassination attempts on the High Prince was attempted. No party has claimed responsibility for this attempt.

May 1, 2050
The third Rite of Progression. Several of the highest ranking participants mysteriously vanish over the next few months.

April 14, 2052
Seattle becomes the Tir’s major port following a series of trade agreements with the UCAS and SSC.

September 23, 2052
Willamette Compustat is contracted to handle all government backups.

2053
Tir forces attack northern CFS. They are repelled at Shasta Dam by Hestaby with heavy casualties.

May 2, 2054
The Crater Lake region is closed to the public

2055
Ehran the Scribe is officially granted a Council seat (secretly he has held the seat for years)

August 10, 2057
The Tir declares a “state of emergency” and closes its borders after the death of the Great Dragon Dunkelzahn.

September 6, 2057
The Tir princes inexplicably postpone the fourth Rite of Progression for an “indefinate period of time”

August 10, 2058
The resistance group Rinelle ki’Tesroe makes its first appearance.

June 5, 2061 – The Year of the Comet
The “state of emergency” that was in effect since 2057 officially ends. Lugh Surehand announces that a new Rite of Progression will be held in 2063

June 6th 2062
Without warning, both Lofwyr and Aithne Oakforest retire from the Council of Princes. Glasgian Oakforest goes missing.

July 3, 2062
Luke Surehand grants the Great Dragon Hestaby the rank of Prince; she is immediately awarded a seat on the Council of Princes. Ehran announces he will be vacating his position on the Council of Princes at the end of the year.

October 15, 2062
Ehran the Scribe officially vacates his seat on the Council of Princes

March 3, 2063
Mt Hood, and surrounding areas, has named a national heritage landmark.

May 15, 2063
The long postponed Rite of Progression is halted by the Renelle ke’Tesrae rebel group. Millions gather to boycott the tests and support the anti-government faction.

November 2, 2064
Crash 2.0 — While the actions that occurred during this crisis, Tir Tairngire suffered greatly from it. Revolution groups, such as the Rinelle ki’Tesroe, accused the government that they were not adequately able to protect the subjects. Riots ensued that cause millions of nuyen in damages across the nation. Wireless matrix went down, causing trains to crash and planes to fall out of the sky. The Gresham, Powellhurst and Eastside Districts are all hit hard with damages, both from the riots and falling planes. Nearly a dozen plans fell onto the streets within minutes of each other.

December 1, 2064
Teetering on the edge of collapse due to the combined crises of the Matrix Crash and the New Revolution coups, the Council decides to disband and the nation will elect a representative government

January 5, 2065
The Tir had their first general election. Former Prince, Larry Zincan, was elected as High Prince. The only former Princes that were elected to the new Council were the Great Dragon Hestaby and the sasquatch Rex

July 1, 2069
Saeder-Krupp reveals that the first large buildings produced solely using nanotechnology in Cara’sir. The office complex is considered a major breakthrough.

February 2, 2074
This is where your story begins. This is the date the campaign starts.

Tir Tairngire Peace and Security Forces

The Tir Tairngire Peace Force is the combined military and national police force within Tir Tairngire. The two functional missions of the Peace Force are divided into a Military and a Constabulary Division, each with their own subdivisions. However, both divisions maintain considerable interoperability, such as the law enforcement authority of the Border Patrol, and the use of the Special Forces for SWAT-style tactical law enforcement missions. The Special Forces are known by many names, but most commonly they are referred to as the Ghosts. Members of the Special Forces are all Paladins, and in that capacity are called Spirit Warriors (Meraerth ke’Tolo in Sperethiel). The unit is based at Hayden Slough Armory.

In 2062 There were approximately 200 soldiers in the Special Forces. The majority of them are referred to as Black Banner (Bratach Falan), and they serve in teams which conduct special and covert operations for the government, and the High Prince specifically. Special Forces teams are also operate within the Tir as SWAT teams, performing such missions as hostage rescue. Over 80% of the Black Banner soldiers were magically-active, either as adepts or mages. Almost all of them are initiates, having formed an initiatory circle called The Ghost Circle. Special Forces also trains in the use of para-animals, integrating them into combat operations.

The second, smaller, group within the Special Forces is called the White Banner (Bratach Gheal). There are fewer than two dozen of them, and they are the soldiers who serve as the personal bodyguards of the High Prince. In public, they are known for wearing ceremonial matte black armor and carrying broadswords. However, they are still highly-trained commandos. From their ranks, there is a smaller group known as the Black Daggers. These are the most highly-trained, loyal warriors who will serve the High Prince or the Council.

Given the nature of the political structure, other members of the Council of Princes can and do utilize virtually any member of the Special Forces for their own uses, up to and including the use of the Black Daggers. They can even go so far as to hand-pick soldiers in the Bratach Falan for special missions.

There is also a small contingent of Knight Errant forces that are contracted out for private security. Lonestar does not have a presence in Tir Tairngire.

Introduction to Tir Tairngire

Hey Chummers,

So you think you are ready to join the ranks of us shadowrunners, eh? Well then the Tir may just well be ready for you. Recent developments in the nation have give a rise in opportunities with those that have the right skills. But dont think that the Tir is going to be a milk run, omae. Tir Tairngire, and more specifically Cara’sir, is just a rough as any other sprawl. Combined with its history as a “dumping grounds” for Tir subjects, yes I said subjects, that were recently released from prison, rampant corruption as the corps start eyeing the resources and racism, the Tir is still a tough sprawl to make a name in the shadows. Even though the Council of Princes have stepped down and the new government is now in place and a new High Prince.

The new High Prince, an ork named Larry Zincan and member of the former Council of Princes, has relaxed the borders of the Tir, started removing parts of the Portland wall that surrounds Cara’sir, and started opening its borders to allow corporations to begin investing in Tir Tairngire. The economy is back on the rise and the nation is starting to flourish again. Things are ripe for the pickings, one might say, for highly skilled individuals to make their marks.

So, if you think you can hack it here in the Tir, then pack your bags and make your way here. Tir Tairngire is truly starting to live up to their tagline “Land of Promise” but only if you got the grit to take it. See you on the flipside chummers!

~Alpine