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.


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.


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.

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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.


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.


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.


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.