Session 4 — Roller Skates and Buckets

Today’s Session Dates: February 9 to February 10, 2075
Cast of Characters

  • Kish
  • Tors
  • Introducing … Edgar

The Johnson had just left. Tors and Kish were looking over the route of the shipment when Rainne disappeared. She silently excused herself and left the community center. Moments later, an individual named Edgar showed up. This was the rigger that the team needed to complete the job. After some quick introductions, the trio worked out an action plan to hijack the shipment. They only had a few hours to get set up, Rainne was still not here and messages were getting unanswered. They had to proceed without her.

Edgar sent out some of his drones to keep an eye out on the route for when the truck passes. The truck was disguised as an ACME ice cream truck and with the image they were provided as the Johnson left, they should be able to find it. The spot they decided to ambush it was nearby, but on the other side of Fitzgerald territory. The route followed along the I-696 and there was a point where it got off and onto Dequindre Rd and would continue alont 10 mile road. The was directly along the edge of the gang’s territory and the point where it was decided the most likely place they would attempt to hijack. Drones were placed around here to monitor and all there was to do now was to pick up some supplies from the Stuffer Shack that was just down the street from the target area.

The trio exited the community center and found Edgar’s vehicle. A silver family minivan, complete with a car seat, assorted toddler snacks and toys scattered about and a stick-family decal on the back window. Edgar needed to pick up a bucket of nails and screws and while there, Tors picked up a pair of vintage roller skates, helmet and pads that had a lightning bolt motif. The offramp that the route marked was where they headed next. Tors dumped out the bucked of screws and nails they got from the Stuffer Shack while Edgar deployed the oil sprayer. This late at night and the area they are in, collateral damage from this should be kept at a minimum. After leaving, they headed back to the NEST to wait.

The new rigger was able to spot the truck through the lookout drone that was the farthest away. The team had roughly 15 to 20 minutes to act, so they headed towards the target area. Not wanting alert any gangers that they were intruding in their area, they tool a longer route around. Unfortunately, the route took longer and as they took the onramp on to the freeway, they came side to side with the hijacking in progress. The truck was leading with security officers firing on group of bikers. The bikers were wearing Fitzgerald colors. The minivan promptly stopped and positioned itself in case it needed to move. Kish fired out the window with his silenced gun and tagged the delivery truck with a tracker tag. They then waited for the firefight to get ahead of them and towards the ambush spot.

They kept behind them and as they approached the offramp, the delivery truck feinted. It made a last minute change and stayed on the freeway instead of getting off. Unfortunately for the gangers, two of the bikers failed to catch it and sped down the offramp. They hit the oil slick and began to lose control. Once the speeding bikes hit the nails and screws, the tires blew out. The bikes began to flip and threw their riders in a violent and horrific scene.

The other two bikers were able to stay with following the delivery truck. The security forces on the truck continued to fire at them through the gun ports in the back and the gangers were firing on the truck. While the reroute was unexpected, the minivan continued to follow.

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, a familiar looking black 4×4 burst out and plowed into the delivery truck. The truck veered off the freeway, through a parking lot and skidded to a stop as it hit the wall of the Stuffer Shack that they were just at. The bikers and two more gangers from the ruined 4×4 jumped on the security forces and took control of the delivery truck. The fled the Stuffer Shack and headed back towards the minivan and the boobytrapped offramp. However, Edgar had another idea.

He pulled a u-turn and positioned the minivan along the side of the freeway. The delivery truck was headed right towards the rear of the vehicle. Kish and Tors hop out, along with a pair of doberman drones, and take cover between the minivan and the barrier. Edgar launched a thermosmoke grenade and it began to smoke. To add to the picture, he turned on the minivan’s hazard lights. The two bikers were leading and the drones fired on them. The shots hit the bikes and the gangers were thrown off. Kish took an aimed shot at the tire of the delivery van in an attempt to stop it. The APDS round pierced the armored tire and caused it to blow out. The driver of the van lost control of it and it slammed into the side of the parked minivan. A silent, or not so silent, scream escaped Edgar’s mouth.

Tors started strapping on his new roller skates and padding while Tors moved around to the drivers side door of the truck. The window was slightly open and Kish fired a round through the window and into the drivers head. When he opened the door, the driver’s dead body fell out. The passenger was killed by the impact. The two gangers that were thrown from their bikes started to stir, but they were still dazed from the accident. Kish hopped into the driver side of the van while Tors swung around and opened the back of the van. There were two dead Ares security guards … and nothing else. This truck was supposed to have an arms shipment, but its empty.

Tors sent out a warning to the rest of the team as they began to hear the unmistakable whine of VTOL turbines. Ares threat response was headed right towards them. Tors flung the two ganger bodies from their previous encounter with them down by the van and Kish put the driver back in the seat. They, and the drones, got back into the van and began to fled. Another audible groan came from Edgar as the sound of metal scraping metal echoed through the minivan as it pulled away. They sped down the highway and got off at the same exit the chase began as a pair of Ares Ventures flew by. Moments later they were back at the safety of the NEST. From there, the trio was able to see one of the Ventures flying around the area and assumed the other has landed.

Edgar got out of the van to inspect the damage done by the crash and groaned some more. They stood there discussing the events and how to proceed. They were hired to hijack a shipment of weapons and ended up with an empty truck. Was this a decoy or just a trap? Did the Johnson know this or was his intel flawed? The team needs gathers their thoughts and began to plan their next move.

~QJ

NewsNet Report — February 9, 2075

Simply the best in unbiased reporting in the heart of the Motor City!

< #Local>
There was an assassination attempt made on a local judge. Judge Mallory Greeves was shot multiple times when she exited her vehicle in front of the Detroit Metroplex Federal Justice Center. She was rushed to a local hospital where she is listed in critical condition.

Knight Errant investigators are on top of the case and looking for three individuals. It is believed that the individuals were injured in the shootout.

< Images of the following suspects are displayed. >
Suspect 1: A young human woman in her mid 20’s with an average build, fair complexion, dark eyes and shoulder-length dark hair. She is portrayed wearing jeans and a dark hoodie.

Suspect 2: A young orc male of Amerind ancestry in his early 20’s with a muscular build, dark complexion and eyes, long black hair pulled into a ponytail. He is portrayed wearing military fatigues with a sleeveless shirt. Both his arms were covered in tribal tattoos.

Suspect 3: A bald, older human male, in his early 40’s, slightly overweight with a light complexion. He had a pair of cybereyes and a full grey beard. He is portrayed wearing a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a black trenchcoat.

< Video feed shows a group of 4 individuals firing on the judge. Security forces returning fire and one of them going down.>

Anyone with information is asked to reach out to Detective Mike Smithers of Knight Errant.

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In a related story, the trial against B & E Geological Services was delayed due to the event. The lawsuit states that the company is accused of allegedly storing toxic and hazardous materials beneath the city. The company has released a statement that the accusations are false. The trial was being presided over by Judge Greeves. The District Attorneys office also released a statement condeming the attack on the judge and will seek a new judge to preside over the trial.

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A trideo surfaced on the Matrix of a ship, that left Detroit harbor, being hijacked in Lake Erie. The ship was believed to contain cargo owned by Ares Macrotechnology and was bound for Norfolk Virginia. The trideo showed crates of weapons and various other cargo. Shortly later, the trideo has been removed. Officials released a statement that the trideo was fake and that they provide only the best security for their shipments. When pressed about other recent reports of stolen cargo, Ares officials ended the interview.

< #World>
Stuffer Shack has pushed off releasing the new product line of tacos for its NERPS line. The “soycos” as they will be called. Are completely made of soy, can be made with very little effort and nuyen and even the most disallusioned Stuffer Shack clerk can do it. They will be sold by the dozen for 10 nuyen each! No future date has been provided on when they will be released.

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Ares Macrotechnology will be expanding into the midwest region and will be building an arcology and manufacturing center in Omaha. Plans to start the build, which will be using nanotechnology, is scheduled for March 1st.

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A magnitude 5.8 earthquake struck the CFS overnight. It was centered about a mile off the coast of San Francisco harbor. There have only been reports of minor damage due to the quake.

Drinking in the past – A Tors Yamaguchi Side Session

Ever have your front door tell you to go frag yourself?

“Voice input not recognized.”

I have.

“I said it’s me, you jumped up doorbell. Open up!”

“Voice input not recognized.”

Fuming, I concentrated carefully on the sound of my own voice, how I experience it and how it sounds to others. I spoke clearly and confidently:

“Door security, recognize occupant Tors Yamaguchi. Open.”

Moments passed without effect. Then…

“Occupant recognized. Welcome back, GORT CHATTAHOOCHIE.”

I stumbled into my room and sealed the door behind me before collapsing onto the couch; the plastic bottles of liquor bounced to the floor. Here I am, and the only way I got here was by fooling the door into believing I was… me.

It’s not your fault, Mr. Munnin said.

I ignored him as I examined my recent haul. Four bottles, 750mL each, Dr. Zog’s Ethanol-Flavored Vodka. Dr. Zog’s: The budget-friendly forebrain softener. Tomorrow was Coyhawk’s funeral, and I had some thinking to do.

I cracked one and took a long pull straight from the bottle. It tasted like sin and failure, but loosened the knot in my stomach and started a nice warm feeling inside. I knew that sensation wouldn’t last, and treasured it all the more for it.

I mean it. You weren’t anywhere near her. And even if you were, there wasn’t anything you could have done.

I took another swig and glared blearily at the object perched on the desk across the room. “Shut your beak, you hateful thing. You don’t know what you’re going on about.”

Closing my eyes, I settled back and drank again. Pacing, that’s the thing. Slow enough to enjoy the fuzziness while it lasts, but quickly enough that the dreams don’t come.

Time passed. Minutes and hours have little meaning when you’re on a bender. Blinking at my surroundings, I gauged it to be about a bottle and a half later.

“She was a kid,” I surprised myself by saying. “Just a kid. It’s not right.”

She was 21, an adult. She didn’t have to be there facing down some sort of massive guardian spirit any more than you had to be there making friends with a hellhound. Coyhawk was her own person and free to make her own decisions. Even if they’re ones you don’t like.

I thrust my finger toward Mr. Munnin, pointing heatedly with the bottle in my outstretched hand. “Frag you, you mockery of life! You have no idea what this is like! You don’t have feelings, you’re not even real!”

I’m real enough, Mr. Munnin said. As real as you made me.

I bolted up from the couch, swaying dangerously. “You’re goddamned right I made you! I made you, and I can unmake you!”

Seeing red, I stared at the bird. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, and it seemed like the room itself was shaking.

Yes, you could, Mr. Munnin said evenly. You could unmake me with a thought. And we both know what that would happen next.

For a moment, I considered it. One twitch of a neuron and it would be done. As easy as falling off a log. As easy as telling yourself the truth.

Some time later, I found myself lying on the floor with no memory of how I got there. Sobbing like an infant, I cradled a stuffed bird in my arms as though it were a child.

“I miss her,” I choked out between shuddering breaths. “I miss her, and I can’t do anything about it!”

I know, Mr. Munnin said softly, knowing full well we weren’t talking about Coyhawk any longer. I miss her too.

We grieved until dawn, then rose to attend merely the latest of too many funerals.

Session 3 — A Rough Couple of Days

Today’s Session Dates: February 8 to February 9, 2075
Cast of Characters

  • Rainne
  • Kish
  • Tors

Kish, still reeling from the ambush on her way home from work, skated down the sidewalk. Smoke from the smoke grenade that was dropped to provide her some cover. She felt the sting of the bullet penetrating her leg, the wetness of the blood as it started flowing from the wound. She could see the NEST and skated towards its safety. Down on the street, luckily there was no traffic … as if there ever really was any, and up onto the sidewalk. The pain in her leg so much that she couldnt get it to move when jumping back onto the sidewalk. Her foot snagged the edge, causing her to tumble to the ground. She laid there on the ground.

A moment or two later, she opened her eyes and seen Tors and Rainne standing over her. Rainne was checking her wounds and looking down the street where she had just come from. People from the NEST were going about their business in the early morning. John and Stella were in the garden getting it ready for planting in the spring. The ground was still thawing out, but they wanted the ground to be ready for the seeds. Margaret, Eric and their daughter Jenny were playing in the grass. Andrew, Dave, Mark and Helen were walking down the sidewalk. Another moment or two and the street erupted in gunfire.

A pair of rotodrones, armed with assault rifles appeared and opened fire. The first one started spraying bullets. Rainne and Tors dodged out of the way. Unfortunately, the flying bullets struck Margaret, John and Stella. All three went down a the second drone opened fire. To add to the confusion, the two gangers, wearing Fitzgerald colors, that ambushed Kish came out of the side of the street and also unleashed a hail of gunfire. More bullets struck Tors and Rainne, but an errant bullet found the side of little Jenny’s neck. The three runners returned fire, quickly dispatching the pair of gangers, one drone and damaging the other.

Another moment later, a faded black four-wheel drive Toyota Gopher arrived on the scene. The passenger side window went down and an outstretched arm appeared. The fingers started to crackle with magical energy as a bolt of lightning erupted and hurtled itelf right at Kish, striking her in the side. Meanwhile, the damaged drone continued to fire on the crowd. After seeing the mage launch the magical spell, Mr Munnin suggested that Tors could do that. He stretched out his hand and concentrated real hard. After a few attempts, he was not able to launch the spell.

The team shifted focus as the new threat appeared. Kish and Rainne fired at the mage in the truck. Rainne’s shot hit the truck, but Kish’s struck the mage. The truck started to speed away, with the remaining drone in tow. Kish found a moment, as the truck hurtled in front of her, to get one more shot off at the mage. She lined her weapon up and fired a shot. The bullet struck true and the mage slumped over in the seat. The truck turned off and speed away. Rainne was able to get a shot of the truck and its identifications.

Then the screams set in. The immediate threat was gone. Kish, Rainne and Tors turn around to see several individuals on the ground. Daiquiri Jack is already on the scene with medkits tending to the injured. The three of them spring into action, using their medkits and first aid to help the injured. Tors and Kish rush to the injured Jenny. Tors was able to stabilize her, so Kish went to the other injured. They started moving the injured into the safety of the community center. Tors and Mr Munnin gathered the kids elsewhere and kept them entertained. In the end, three people died in the incident. The first three people that were shot, Margaret, John and Stella, had died from their wounds. Little Jenny was able to pull through. During her time with Tors and Mr Munnin, she had talked with the stuffed bird in length. The two carried on a conversation.

The rest of the day was uneventful as the residents of the NEST stayed indoors. Daiquiri Jack remained in the community center tending to the injured and the three runners continued to provide support where they could.

The next night was the funeral for their fallen runner, CoyHawk. It was a small ceremony, only about a dozen people were there. Daiquiri Jack presided over it an gave a short sermon. Afterwards, everyone lined up to say their final goodbyes a they walked past the wooden casket. The runners walked past and paid their respects. However, there was one missing. Sprint was not seen during the attack on the NEST, nor was he present for the funeral.

The three of them slowly walked back to the NEST when they got a message about a job. The team was needed for a rush job and the Johnson was already at the community center. They were to report there immediately.

When they arrived, they found a human male that was dressed in a pair of dirty jeans, combat boots and UCAS Army shirt. His short cropped military cut brown hair, clean shaven face shows a deep scar across his head. As they walk in, both Rainne and Kish recognize him. He was Jonah Winchester, Rainne’s black market arms dealer contact. She had referred Kish to him for some weapon upgrades and ammo.

He had a job for the team to do. He knew they were having issues with the Fitzgerald gang and he caught wind of an operation they were doing involving some weaponry. Everyone came to an agreement on the payment, including a discount on the merchandise. Ares has a shipment of weapons coming in from Chicago. The Fitzgerald gang was going to hijack the shipment. It would be bad for business, and the NEST, if the gang came into possession of these weapons. So he would like the team to acquire the shipment and deliver it to one of his warehouses. They are provided a map of the route they will be taking, which curiously is not a direct route. When asked about possible point where the gang could make their move, Jonah pointed out a few point on the map.

After the Johnson leaves, the three of them started making some plans and they realized they will likely need a driver. Luckily, Daiquiri Jack knows of a guy that can help them and made a call. The team has only a few hours before the shipment is out of their reach. They pulled up an AR map of the route and began to plan as their newest team member walks into the room.

~QJ

A Day Job … Sucks — Side Run

The night was just like any other night at the motel for Kish. However, this night, things got a little more dangerous. A small group of people came bursting through the door. A couple of them were pretty banged up and wounded. Kish and one of the other attendants quickly ushered them through the back and into a vacant room. Kish, with his hand on his pistol, scanned the area through the windows, but didnt see anything. A few hours later, a pair of Knight Errant detectives came in. They asked to see the guest registry as they were looking for a wanted individual. Kish, after pondering for a few on whether she should or not, let them view the registry. Not finding what they were looking for, Kish was shown an image of the individuals that were wanted for murder. Kish recognized the individuals as the ones he had helped earlier, however, stated that she had not seen them. Satisfied with her answer, the detective left an ARO business card with her.

Give me a call if you see this person.” Detective Mike Smithers said as he passed it over. Kish simply nodded and they left the building.

After the detectives left, Kish copied down the information from the ARO. Suspicious of what the business card could be, she promptly placed it in the drawer and left it there.

When her shift was up, she headed out the door and on home. The cold hit her a little harder than she expected, so she hiked up her armored jacked to help block the wind. That was when she caught a glimpse of the beat up, black Toyota Gopher at the corner. The four wheel drive was a little banged up and the paint was fading in parts, but that is not what caught her attention. Inside were three individuals that seemed to be watching her. However, they went about talking amongst themselves. Suspicious that she was being watched, possibly by Knight Errant for providing the assistance, Kish took a little longer to get home and was more cautious with the surroundings.

Everything seemed in order for the next few days as Kish met up with Rainne. She mentioned that she was looking for some personalized grips for her pistols and Rainne directed her to an arms dealer she knew. The dealer had Kish firmly grip a couple of polymer clay grips to get the personalization that was needed. It would take a few days to make them, so she went ahead and picked up some APDS ammo as well.

Kish was working another uneventful shift at the motel. Her mind was on the funeral tomorrow for CoyHawk. While she didnt really know the young mage, Kish had a tinge of remorse for the loss. At the end of her shift, she skated home. Guess her mind was on the funeral for most of the way, but a scuffling sound, muffled voices and a fleeting shadow broke her our of her reverie as she rounded the corner.

Then it hit her. A loud bang and something hitting her chest. The impact knocked the wind out of her momentarily. She quickly got back to her senses and seen a pair of gangers, dressed in Fitzgerald colors. One was kneeled down and pointing a shotgun at her, the other was standing just behind him with a finger pointed at her. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl as the shotgunner cocked another round into the chamber and took aim. The other ganger pulled out an Ares Predator and moved it to aim at Kish. Anger at being shot bubbled over, but the reality of the situation cooled her response. Taking on two gangers, that got a drop on her, by herself was not favorable. Quickly, she pulled out a smoke grenade and dropped it at her feet. She let the momentum of the skates propel her further from them.

As time seemed to slip back into normal, she heard another shotgun blast. This time, the shot went wide and struck the wall next to her. However, the shot from the Ares Predator struck her in the lower leg. Luckily, her armored jacket took the brunt of the hit. It was still enough to cause her leg to slightly buckle. She easily regained control again and continued to flee. The smoke quickly filled the corner and masking her escape. She rounded a few more corners, flew across the street and was back home in the NEST. Her skates caught on the curb as she tried to slow down, which threw her to the ground in front of Rainne and Tors. She laid there for a few moments to recover. Rainne and Tors spot the trickle of blood from the bullet wound in her leg. They look at each other with a look of dismay and wondered what the frag happened.

Burn It Down — Behind the Curtain

God this place sucks ….” Jason mumbled to himself. The smell of the scrapyard penetrated his clothes and never truly washes out. He half-heatedly walked on his patrol with his partner for the day, Davis, and the god awful mutt, Redd. Redd wasn’t your normal scrapyard mutt, he was a bitch of a hellhound. The pay sucked just as much, which is why he accepted the offer from the Russian fella. The side job was simple, to take money from his ganger connections and pass out packets of Tempo to them. The scrapyard owner set aside some space in one of the empty warehouses to store the stuff. Once a week or so, a truck load of the drek would get delivered and the warehouse would be restocked. When the shift ended, Jason would make his way back to the coffin motel room and drink until he passes out. Rinse, Lather, Repeat … Day in and Day out.

Today was just another day. Jason received a message from Gopher that he was just about there. He grabbed a bag of Tempo and stepped outside. The guard lit up a cigarette and looked about, waiting for the ganger to show up.

Frag this city” He muttered and took a long drag as he looked around, he spotted Gopher coming down the street.

Got a smoke, bro?” Gopher asked.

He fished one out and passed it over. The ganger lit it up and took a long drag off of it. “Man, today has been a rough day.

Oh yeah?” Jason asked. He didn’t really give a drek, but needed to stay on good terms with these fraggers for now. Before Gopher could get into the details, he pulled the bag of drugs from his pocket and looked around. Sensing that he didn’t want to hear his story, Gopher passed over the credstick in exchange for the bag. Jason checked the creds on it and nodded. He finished the cigarette and flicked it out into the street.

Gopher headed back up the street and Jason headed back into the scrapyard. He generally has to go and drop the credstick in the warehouse, but had to stop by the smelting room first. Redd likes to sleep in here. Jason personally hated it in here … way to fraggin hot. He woke the beast from its slumber and they proceeded over to the warehouse. He dropped the credstick in the box and left. Davis was waiting for him and they met up to resume the “patrol”. Not sure why they called it a patrol, it wasn’t like anyone could just look across the yard.

A few hours later, a message came in from Maximovich, the Russian fella. It was time to handoff and meet up with the rest of the syndicate. Jason grabbed the stack of credsticks from the box and headed towards the entrance. He could hear the Russian coming. That god awful classical music blasting out of his fraggin car. “Drek …” he thought to himself. He knew what was going to happen. He was going to get into the car and Maximovich was going to go on and on about how this era of music was the best there ever was.

Journey this … blah blah blah
Journey that … blah blah blah
Steve Perry … blah blah blah
Boston this and that … blah blah blah

Its the same drek over and over again. A visible cringe appears as the lyrics bounced off his eardrums.

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard … Their shadows searching in the night

Goddammit,” he mumbled to himself as he left the scrapyard. He jumped into the Ford Americar and they drove away. Twenty minutes later, Maximovich got a message on his commlink. “Stash is destroyed, location compromised

MOTHER FRAGGIN FRACKFACES!” he whipped the car around and hauled ass back to the scrapyard. The car squealed to a stop in front of the gate and he was out of the car and in the gate before Jason could even get unbuckled. The heat from the inferno could be felt out here. The smoke billowed into the sky. “What the frag happened?” He yelled to one of the other guards. There was no answer as he burst through the door. Everyone was working to put out the fire and nearly had it under control. The Russian was already on his terminal frantically pulling data from the host. He looked at Jason and started moving towards the gate. The pair got back into the car and sped away.

Get a hold of Gopher, need to have his crew find out who these fraggers are.” He displayed a playback of the sensors on the rear of the scrapyard. Most of it wasn’t useful, but there was a slight moment that he froze on. The image showed a bright red female figure with blue hair and … four arms … “This bitch shouldn’t be too hard to track down. I want her dead dammit… I want her DEAD! I want her family DEAD! I want her house burned to the GROUND! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna PISS ON HER ASHES!

Maximovich dropped Jason off near Gopher’s hideout. “Man, this lunatic is pissed!” He walked into the hideout and explained to Gopher and his crew what happened. When he displayed the playback, a very large troll stepped from behind everyone to get a closer look. Gopher looked up at him. “Say … isn’t that the person you fought the other day, Mutt?

Yes … Yes, it was” he said.

Jason looked them over. “So the boss wants this crew out of commission, so here is what we need to do …

Everything fades to black as everyone gathered around.

Session 2 — Burn It Down!

Today’s Session Dates: February 3 to February 4, 2075
Cast of Characters

  • Rainne
  • Kish
  • CoyHawk
  • Tors
  • Sprint

The tracker that Rainne had placed on the drug dealer pans out after a few days. The research and legwork from the tracker leads the team to believe that the storage facility for the Tempo drugs that are coming in is an old scrapyard near the old, abandoned stamping plant. The place was well within the gang’s territory and looked like a legitimate business by day. That Friday night, the team decides to post up outside of the scrapyard and see what they can find out. General recon of the place showed that there are multiple buildings within the walls. The outside walls were once, possibly, a chain link fence but has been reinforced with plywood, corrugated plastic compounds and iron plates. Rows of monowire are strung atop the fencing. Multiple guard towers were surrounding the perimeter. There was a huge main door at the front that would allow trucks of materials to enter and deposit loads of raw materials in piles, which would then be sorted. A second door is located on the side to allow the empty trucks to easily leave.

Sprint did some Matrix scouting and found the facility was well protected with sensors. There were mover drones in the compound moving materials from one location to another. Each of the guards had assault rifles and commlinks that were slaved to a moderate host. In fact, it seems that all the devices here were slaved to it. After the Matrix recon, Sprint remained on the park bench beneath a pile of papers and discarded blankets. He was waiting for another hand-off.

Meanwhile, Rainne and Tors were scouting out the areas around the facility. Rainne came upon an abandoned house near the rear that could possibly serve as a place to post up for more recon. However, there was a foreboding sense of danger. Instead, the adept hid near it and depended on the ultrasound sensor for protection. Tors was near the front when a truck pulled in. He spotted the guards scan the truck, but also another pair of guards inside with a very large black dog with red sunken eyes.

After a few hours, darkness falls and the traffic in and out of the scrapyard stops. Sprint spots one of the guards leave the scrapyard. He lit up a cigarette while pacing about. A few minutes go by and another person, wearing gang colors, walks up to the waiting guard. The two exchanged small talk for a bit. Then they each pass small packages to each other, then the ganger leaves the same way he arrived. Convinced this was the hand-off that he was waiting for, Sprint finds a commlink icon on the guard and tracks his movements in the facility. He had visited three of the buildings before resuming patrols. Tors spotted the ganger and recognized him as one of the Troll’s cronies from Shaw Park.

Kish has been posted up in a nearby abandoned house with CowHawk. She decided to scout the place on the Astral Plane to see if she could find anything. Kish promised that her body would be safe. The young mage fell limp and projected herself. She was able to identify the aura’s of the guards and of the beast that Tors spotted. There was also a beast spirit in the form of a junkyard dog present. Unfortunately, the young mage misjudged the situation. The spirit lunged and sunk its teeth deep in the mage’s leg. She screamed in pain and launched an attack of her own. Wanting to quickly dispatch this spirit and protect her team, she reached deep inside herself and cast a powerful spell. The bolt of magical energy struck true and caused the spirit to dissipate. After the spell was cast, the energy of the spell rebounded back towards CowHawk. The energy wafted around her as a mist that scratched and clawed at her body. The spell she casted was so strong that a black skull came out of the mist. The skull seemed to inhale the very essence of the mage, just before it buried itself in her chest. CowHawk dissipated and faded into the darkness.

Kish watched CowHawk’s limp body start to convulse. Blood poured out of scratches and tears that began to appear all over her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her chest collapsed on itself. Just as quickly as it started, CowHawk’s body suddenly went limp. Kish tried to find a pulse or some signs of life, but was unable to. The young shaman was dead. Realizing that their operation is at risk, Kish sent out a warning to the rest of the team.

The team does not know which building the drugs are in, and had no real plan of action, but Sprint acted quickly. Sprint had the remaining three members of the team meet in the rear of the facility on Rainne’s position. On his way over there, Tors heard the approach of a car. The Ford Americar was playing a classic from the Fifth World that he knew all to well. The sounds of “Don’t Stop Believing” blasted out of the car as it pulled up to the scrapyard. The guard that did the hand-off previously left and hopped into the car. Tors noted the details and identification on the car and proceeded to the rear.

In the Matrix, Sprint monitors one of the drones and causes it to accelerate into the wall in the rear. The drone slammed into the fencing and caused an opening to appear that would be big enough for the others to squeeze in. Unfortunately, this also garnered the guard’s attention as well. Quickly, the three outside the opening went into action … again with no real plan in place. Kish tossed a smoke grenade at the opening to cover their insertion and Rainne took a shot at one of the guards. The shot struck true, but was not enough to kill the target. The guard shouted out that he was shot and now everyone knew there was something going on.

Kish and Rainne prepare to go into the hole, when they hear a rumbling growl. Out of the smoke, a pair of bright red eyes appeared as the form of the hellhound came through. The rumbling growl came to a pitch that seemed to vibrate the ground around them. The two could feel it with every fiber of their being as the growl turned to terror. The two look at each other and start to run away. Tors shouted out to them in an attempt to calm them, but it was two late. The pair had already begun sprinting off. Sprint, during all this, monitored the Matrix but did not take any further action.

Now Tors was alone … well him and Mr Munnin of course and the hellhound. Mr Munnin spouted off that the puppy wanted to be cuddled, but it instead attacked Tors. The beast struck out with its jaws, but he easily dodged it. Now Mr Munnin was convinced that the puppy just wanted to play with them. In a weird twist, Tors confronted the hellhound and mimicked its posture. After a few minutes of back and forth, the hellhound turned on its previous masters. The guards fled in terror, allowing the team to seize the drugs from the warehouse.

Kish was able to locate materials to cause the warehouse, and the supply of Tempo, to burst into an inferno. Sprint grabbed a handful of doses first though. The team leaves the area and heads back to the NEST. Further research on the driver of the car revealed that the person’s name was Limonov Maximovich. Maximovich was an enforcer for a local Vory syndicate. While the link was weak at best, it was at least a direction to start. The team gets paid, including the negotiated bonus, and has some time off now. The syndicate has been here for years, albeit not very active, but why are they pushing Tempo in Detroit?

~QJ

Session 1 — Some Assembly Required

Today’s Session Dates: February 2, 2075
Cast of Characters

  • Rainne
  • Kish
  • CoyHawk
  • Tors
  • Sprint

These fraggin’ Fitzgerald crew is beginning to piss me off. They know the truce is to not go below 8 Mile and yet they do. Leviticus has pushed me to far. Furthermore, they dealers are getting more and more violent. Now, the rumors are that Leviticus has an arrangement with some underground entity to smuggle drugs into the area. Not just any drugs, but this tempo drek. Tempo is quickly becoming a plague everywhere. So now its time for me to push back. Now I don’t have the forces that Leviticus has, I do have some runners in my pocket that would work. Even have me some new blood that want to cut their teeth.

Now I am getting word of an attack nearby, so its time to strike back from the shadows. I am gathering a group of new, but talented, individuals that could do what needs to be done. I have received word that Leviticus and his crew are keeping his drek in some secret location. What I want the team to do is strike a blow against them and send them a message. They are to locate this secret storage facility and destroy their supply. I also want to know who their new supplier is. So I set up a meet down in the community center for tonight and giving these New Bloods a shot.

I waited in the room for them to arrive. I brought up the feed on the sensor in the hallway as they arrived, to get a sense of how they interacted. It didn’t look like there would be any conflicts and seemed to be a cordial meeting. Once they all arrived and were introduced to each other, I closed down the feed and unlocked the door, which caused it to go slightly ajar. As the group started coming into the room, my terminal beeped with an email notification. I quickly glanced at it and sighed to myself. “Drek …” I mumbled as they each took a seat. I will need to deal with that later.

I made the request to the team and we came to an agreement. A bonus from the negotiation was that they would quietly find out who the supplier is. Its going to cost me a little more than I expected, but it would be worth it as I don’t need any heat brought down on the NEST. After a few follow up questions, I excused myself from the conference room and left them to their discussions.

Rainne quietly, without saying much either, left the room and met up with a known contact at their gun range to discuss the gang. With this knowledge, the gun adept, went over towards the park.

The team made a plan to go into the Fitzgerald’s turf and see what they can find out. Based on what they know about the gang, they decide to rendezvous with each other at Shaw Park. The park is a known main hangout and they have semi-regular fights there. These fights are not exactly … regular, but happen a few times a month and are extremely violent.

The remaining members of the team break apart, but still within a short distance, and make their way to the park. Along the way, CoyHawk rounded a corner and ran right into a trio of Fitzgerald gangers. The shaman slyly avoided a direct conflict with them and slipped away. Thinking it would be best to avoid further conflict, she covered herself in an invisibility spell and met up with the others. They all met up at the park. The moment they each entered the park, they were filled with a sense of unknown rage, violence and pain. The members of the team that were Awakened immediately noticed that the park had a background count, likely due to the fights that were held here.

Tors decided it best to find the biggest and baddest person in the park and challenge them to a fight. He found Mutt, a 10ft musclebound troll with an assault rifle and full body armor. Mutt was flanked by a few members of his crew when Tors approached him. His first instinct was to strike out at this WeeMan, but instead felt the need to hear out his proposal. He did have a fight proposal, but it was for Kish and not himself. Kish, after sizing up the huge troll, determined that the foe was worthy and accepted the challenge. At first, they both thought of using their blades, but came to an unspoken agreement and dropped them. They were going to punch it out.

The two slugged it out, each holding their own against each other. Meanwhile, Tors was working the crowd trying to find out more about the troll. Sprint found a tree nearby and dropped into VR to assist with what he could. However, once he started poking around, he found that the troll was exceptionally protected. The only active device that the troll was running was a set of wired reflexes, but the concerning matter at hand was that it was protected by a cyberdeck. There was a decker nearby and if Sprint went about trying to hack the ‘ware, it could bring down some serious heat on the fledgling running team.

Once the two brutes beat on each other, the fighting stopped. It seems there was a mutual respect for each others skill and, despite the strong feelings of violence. However, the troll did invite Kish to the next fight club if she wanted to test her meddle. Afterwards, Tors notices that the troll partakes in some modern chemistry and the team decides to leave. Unfortunately, the fight club was days after their deadline for completing the job. They thought that they could find a dealer there that they could backtrack to the storehouse.

While all this was going on, Rainne wanted to take a bird nest position nearby. The highest point was the housing development towers at Lafayette Park. It was just the shell of what it used to be and has been overtaken by squatters and the homeless. The moment the building was entered, a sudden urge to throw came over Rainne. Able to push the feeling back, they pushed through and proceeded through the tenement. The scattered trash, feces, squaller and whatever was in the corner blurred by as Rainne pushed to the roof and fresh air. Once posted up, they surveyed the area for gangers that were dealing. It didnt take long to find a pair at the corner by the development. There wasnt a way to quickly get down on the outside, so Rainne went back through the building. Again, the urge the spew out stomach contents were suppressed.

When Rainne approached the dealers, they started pitching their product. However, before they would sell to a new person, they wanted Rainne to partake in the product first. After a hit of novacoke, the adept was able to acquire a few more doses of the drug, but more importantly, a tracking tag was placed on the dealer. Now the team can track the dealers whereabouts and determine where the warehouse was.

With the day’s activities complete and a good line on how to find the storage facility, the team regroups back at the NEST and plans their next moves.

~QJ

Welcome to the Detroit Metroplex

Oh, hey chummers. So for some bull-drek reason, you want to run in the Detroit Metroplex. Well there are some things here that are different than other places in the UCAS. Things you need to know before you set foot in the ‘plex. Now you may have heard about how operations are done in places like Seattle. Yeah, sure, the Seattle Metroplex has a lot going on, but they don’t have the world headquarters of Ares, the largest manufacturer of weapons and weapon technology in the world. Running here requires a significant degree of subtlety and discretion. Here is a run down of the Metroplex.

The “Bubble” — This is downtown Detroit and the location of the Ares headquarters building, Knight Errant headquarters and many other places that Mr Knight likes to frequent. Security here is insanely high. Hidden turrets, sensor suites and drones everywhere and a heavy Matrix/Astral security presence. Your not going to fart without KE knowing about it, along with your exact location, who you are and possibly get your SIN checked, marked and burned without you even really knowing about it. Runs here are for those that have proven yourselves. They are the extreme high rewards and risk. There are truckloads of nuyen to be made with Bubble Runs, but first you have to prove yourself. Inept or inexperienced runners doing Bubble Runs will just expose us more to Ares and does not do anyone any good.

Auburn Heights — This is a barren drek-hole often called “The Blight”, a lot like the barrens of Seattle, but here the drek is really high. Ares put up a wall around the metroplex and intentionally left the Blight out of it and has heavy patrols on the wall there. They couldn’t care less what goes on in the Blights, that is as long as it doesn’t affect or breach the wall. This is where all the “undesirables” live, Orks, Trolls and Infected are the highest in here, but also has the poor refugees from the Chicago area starting to set up their squats here. Not a lot of opportunities for runs here, but a great place to have a safehouse or two.

Everywhere Else — Which is literally everywhere else within the wall. Starting a few blocks outside of the Bubble, poverty and despair start. Yeah, sure its nice around the Bubble, but the further out you go, the more the buildings start looking run down and abandoned, the less KE presence there is and the more squatters and impoverished there are. This is also the playground of the security company, Hard Corps Inc, which is of course a subsidiary of … you guess it, Ares. There is a lot of area to cover in this urban hell zone, from Dearborn to Pontiac and east to the river and the Bubble, but those will be covered another time. For now, just know that this area is relatively dangerous with the gangs, org crime and Hard Corps, but this is also just the place to make a name for a group of new upstarts, such as yourselves.

So thats basically the bare-bones gist of the Metroplex. Of course there will be more details to come, but if you still want to run here, then I will be happy to fix you up with a few neighborhood jobs as you get your feet wet.

~Daiquiri Jack