Category Archives: Fluff Posts

These are fluff posts that describe events outside of sessions, however, they may also be posts that are influenced by events that happen during sessions.

Have You Ever Seen The Rainne — Behind the Curtain

Rainne excused herself as the others were planning on how to hijack the shipment. A strange message came through on her commlink and she stepped outside to see it. Ever perceptive of her surroundings, she scanned the area as she leaned up against the wall. She flipped open the commlink and started to read the message. The message ended up being empty. The gun adept went on immediate alert and went to go for her gun. Unfortunately, it was too late. The searing pain of electric shock spread through her body and she went limp.

She woke up in a small wooden chair in a dark room. Her senses started to come back and she realized that her legs and hands were bound to the chair. She had a gag in her mouth that was secured with duct tape. Moments later, a pair of figures came in. They were dressed in suits and spoke in an unknown language. One of them walked up and slapped her until she moved. He pulled the gag down from her mouth and warned her about screaming. Of course, the moment the gag was moved, she screamed. Instinctively she knew that the blow was coming and braced for it. The slap came strong and hard. She spit out the blood and looked at him.

The stranger started to ask questions about who she worked for and why she was attacking their interests. Confused, Rainne said nothing. The questions came back to back to back, but Rainne remained silent. Then their tactics changed. The stranger beat her with a closed fist over and over again. The same questions came again and again, however, she remained silent. A moment or two of silence was shattered with the sound of a gunshot.

Rainne screamed out in pain as the bullet pierced her leg and shattered her kneecap. The smoking gun was still pointed at her as the questioning began again. No answers came from Rainne. She only cried out in pain. The pair of strangers placed the gag back in her mouth and left the room. The silence was deafening. All she heard was the beat of her heart and the throbbing of the pain in her leg. Eventually, she succumbed to the pain and passed out. The sweet relief of rest was needed for the young woman.

The rest was interrupted by the strike of the butt of an assault rifle. She yelped as her eyebrow broke open and spewed blood. She could feel her eye begin to swell up. She seen a commlink streaming her sitting there. The voices …. those were familiar to her. Her eyes began to focus as a stranger grabbed her hand … her shooting hand. She tried to keep him from getting it, but she just didnt have the strength. He wrestled it free and pulled her trigger finger loose. She watched in horror as a pair of rusty pliers ripped and tore her fingernail off, including parts of her flesh. She screamed in pain and began to pass out again. Everything in the room faded to black.

The next thing she remembered was the sound of a car running. She was in the backseat with one of the strangers next to her. Out the window, the buildings flew by, but soon slowed down. The vehicle rounded a corner and she recognized what she seen. The housing project … the community center … Daquiri Jack … the door swung open and she was thrown out. Her hands and legs were still bound so she was not able to protect herself from the fall. The car seemed to not slow down at all as her body slammed into the concrete of the street. Her head bounced off the pavement as she felt herself slip away again. The sounds of gunfire rang through her ears as she seen QJ rushing towards her. He squeezed off a few more shots before scooping her limp body up. She breathed a sigh of relief as she knew that she was safe now. Again, everything faded to black.

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.

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