|Shadows are shifting
Subtlety becomes slaughter
Men die for data
Run 1 - Data Steal from DEM Robotics
Ken gets called to a meet at the Abyss to discuss shadowrunning
by a mysterious, masked voice. He goes to the meet, eager
to go on his first "shadowrun".
We met at the Abyss. It was your typical flavor
of the month dance place, with dim lights and dim people undulating
to pulsing, hypnotic music. The cutest gimmick they
had was wearing face gear. The head bartender, a poster
child for the word enigmatic, had a full face shield that
had a digital display portraying swirling, intricate fractal
The party gathered at a small table in the back and introductions
The team seemed pretty well rounded. There
were a couple of heavy hitters, a tech, a decker, and a medic
The team finally met up with a Fixer that called himself Trushang..
He explained that the mission was to steal financial files from
DEM Robotics, with a secondary objective of personnel files.
The team would get 5 k¥ apiece for the primary objective,
2.5 k¥ apiece for the secondary objective, and 5 k¥
total in advance for equipment and expenses. Security
was provided by Eagle Security, a company with an "A" rating.
Ken also knew that they were somewhat weak on matrix security,
but they were rumored to have drones. A datachip with
the background info was provided. Minimum residue was
preferred but not required.
Tik-Tok, a disheveled Dwarf, looked like he could take
a lot of punishment and probably had. He described
himself as an ex-combat biker that was good with a bat and
a shotgun. He didn't sound real sophisticated, but
he looked like someone I'd like to have between me and the
bad guys. Seems like a friendly enough guy.
Case, a stereotypical street sammy, stood with his back
to the wall during the meet, scanning back and forth like
some villainous bodyguard in those schlocky action trids.
It wasn't the image I was going for, but it worked for him.
He was probably wired, pumped up, or something. He
looked pretty solid and talked the talk. With him
and Tik-Tok, physical security seemed pretty solid.
He plays up the grim soldier thing a little.
Chip, who bore a close resemblance to a hopped up Chihuahua,
was a tech, to include computer operations. He had
far more chip jacks than I thought was healthy, but then
again, a lot of Magicians would look down their noses at
my data jack so I don't have much room to talk. He
talked too fast and had this anxiety about him like he really
had to go to the bathroom - always. I was hoping he
would calm down soon..
Suture, a medic type, was a pretty normal guy. He
was Awakened and could perceive Astrally. I couldn't
really mark him as useful or not, but it sure didn't hurt
to have someone around that could see into the Astral plane,
even if he couldn't see that I was magical. He seems
like a nice enough guy.
Disco Kid, a living anachronism, lives up to his name.
He looks far too young, even for an Elf, to be involved
in shadowrunning and his afro is far too big for this century.
He revels in his 1970's fashion and mannerisms. It's
harmless and almost amusing. He's a Decker, so he
can look as quirky as he wants, provided he does not need
to infiltrate a site alongside us. Then we might need
to discuss subtlety. If nothing else, he's friendly.
The team discussed the mission in general. Ken asked
people to look into heavy weapons for dealing with drones
and explosives for getting through gates or doors.
Further research showed that the area fell into the territory
of the Night Hunters, a thrill gang that hated metahumans
and had cybered themselves up so they could communicate in
high frequency screeches and calls. However, the target
fell into an area that had little gang activity. Police
patrols were pretty regular.
Stakeouts revealed that the DEM site had:
Disco Kid informed us of various events at the site. We
opted to masquerade as painters from Spectrum to get in and
out. Ken did a recon of Spectrum using his Improved Invisibility.
He got a feel for their operating procedures, building layout,
and an ID to copy.
- no perimeter guards
- 1 patrolling Elemental, Force 5
- a patrolling astral Magician
- two rotodrones (flying drones) stored on the roof (not
- about 1.5 dozen guards inside
Chip used the ID and 1 k¥ to have fake IDs for all of
us except DK. Case picked up some plastique with
another 1 k¥. The remaining 3 k¥ was blown by
Chip on chips for Demolitions and Heavy Weapons. This
created some friction between Chip and the others, especially
The plan was to:
The team took up positions outside Spectrum with Ken following
someone inside under the cloak of Invisibility [an Invisibility
spell]. Ken looked around, then let the team in when the
painting crew was ready to leave. They quickly took out
the crew, but alerted the receptionist. Ken followed with
Tik-Tok close behind. The receptionist grabbed a pistol
and reached for an alarm button. Ken sent a Lightning
Bolt into the desk, destroying it. She fired a blind shot
and missed, then Tik-Tok stepped out and clubbed her unconscious
with his bat. Ken flanked a client that had been at the
desk and knocked him out with his shock glove. The party
cleaned up and put everyone in a room. Ken destroyed the
video surveillance chips and posted a sign on the front door:
- masquerade as painters
- get in
- set off a false fire alarm (the system had been in testing
earlier that week)
- use the confusion to get onto the right floors and into
the right offices
- get the data
- get out
The team suited up, headed over to DEM and got into the building
and started painting the assigned conference room without incident.
Plans were hashed out and things went something like this:
We are closed due to an electrical
fire in our reception system
We apologize for the inconvenience
Please call again."
I made my way to the john about ten minutes to one,
with the excuse that I needed to wash a paint brush.
I stalled until Chip to showed up and then we waited for the
fire alarm to sound. DK tripped it on cue at one o'clock
and we slipped out onto the stairway. Chip and I parted
ways at the sixth floor where personnel was. He was
going for the secondary data. I continued on down to
the fourth floor and snuck over to an executive office while
Invisible. With the help of a spirit, I got the door
open and started the download.
The other three had been escorted down to the visitor parking
area. Chip showed up just as the guards were getting
antsy. Unfortunately, Suture wasn't as smooth a talker
as he thought and he helped encourage them to search the
building faster, or so I hear. Anyway, it turns out
their on site Magician was patrolling astrally and spotted
me downloading files. What are the odds?! Of
course, he alerts the guards. Luckily for the other
four, they only had to deal with six guards which were divided
into three pairs and two of the pairs were separated from
the team by a small crowd of employees. Case and Tik-Tok
started earning their money with Chip and Suture providing
Meanwhile, the Mage thought he'd come slap me around.
He manifested and ordered me to stop the download.
I tried to summon a mediocre Hearth Spirit (Force 3) but
he destroyed it instantly. I decided to pretend he
wasn't there until his Water Elemental manifested.
It was a big bastard and I was gonna be in a world of drek
if I didn't drop it fast. Time seem to freeze and
thanks to my smartlink, I was able to barely get a clip
of EX into my Predator just in time to fire off two rounds
at the beast before it hit me. I knew my bullets were
barely strong enough to affect it, so I made my shots count.
Even though my shot placement would have killed most creatures
with one hit, I had only managed to badly wound it with
two shots. I stayed focus on shooting it and braced
myself to be slapped silly, but luckily it was so off balance
from the damage I had already done that it only smacked
me lightly. I definitely felt it, but it didn't take
me out of commission. I was able to get off a third
shot and it turned to mist and vanished. I had destroyed
I turned to the Mage and told him to get the hell out of
there or I'd "hunt him down like the dog he was."
He was not impressed. I needed to work on my intimidation.
The data was almost done, so I propped open the door and
watched for guards, pistol at the ready. I grabbed
the wireless off the execs phone and called DK to let him
now my status. I accessed the map chip I had of the
building and easily figured out where the Mage's vulnerable
body would be; then I told him, "Room 115, I'm coming to
wake you up." Whether or not it phased him, he disappeared.
The data finally finished downloading and I dashed for
the stairs. I made it in and ran down to the garage.
I crept up on a trio of guards with assault rifles between
me and the rest of the team, which was pinned down at the
bottom of the stairs. Out of options, I chose the
hard option. I Invisibly slipped up to the trio.
I had a paint mixing stick with me and I tossed it upstairs
as I fired a silenced round into the first guards head.
The EX round created a horrible mess, but the confusion
was worth it. One of them started blindly firing upstairs,
the other down. I took out the second one and the
third fled the stairwell. I rushed down stairs with
their assault rifles and let the team know I was there.
I said, "Need some guns guys?" and tossed them the rifles.
It was worse than I had thought. We had to navigate
the short hallway back to the garage and a pair of guards
were keeping it covered with assault rifles, backed up by
some dangerous-looking Ork. Case and Tik-Tok fired
off some rounds at them as I crawled Invisibly between the
guards, flanking them. I set down a trusty concussion
grenade behind them and ducked behind a car. It went
off and they were dazed, but none of them dropped.
The sammy-like Ork spotted me through the spell, so I dropped
it and let two rounds rip, turning him into blood pudding.
Almost simultaneously Case and Tik-Tok came flying out
of the hallway dropping the other two guards. We rushed
to the van, except for Suture who stopped to slap a trauma
patch on the big Ork guy. He actually wanted to stop
and use his magic to heal him, but we told him otherwise.
I have no idea what the man was thinking. I did not
want a lot of bodies, but the guards stepped up to lethal
force long before the team did.
I fired off a Lightning Bolt at the security booth, frying
their console and we headed to the gate. Luckily,
the guards were all inside looking for us and we just pressed
a button and opened the gate. We zoomed out of the
garage with Suture at the wheel. He's not half bad
as a driver. As we cleared the block, the two rotodrones
popped out of the roof and zoomed down, but they stayed
within the building perimeter so we did not have to deal
We made it to Chip's car and abandoned the van. Chip
let his hostage guard go and I torched the van to destroy
evidence. I know the wealth of information a trained
forensics team could glean from that van and I did not want
to help them out. Believe or not, Suture was crying
about how upset the hostage must have been. It made
me wonder if he had chosen the right career path.
There were plenty of street clinics in need of skilled help,
and they would not be picky about a person's past.
We parted ways with an agreement to meet the next night
at the Abyss again the next evening.
Corporate Facility Espionage Turns Bloody
(Renton, Seattle) - Corporate espionage turned to gunfire
yesterday at the DEM Robotics Facility when security discovered
an unauthorized attempt to gain access to the computer
system. The discovery occurred during a false fire alarm,
believed to have been initiated by suspects posing as
a Spectrum Wheel painting crew. Magical security discovered
one of the painters accessing an executive's computer
while performing routine fire alarm patrols. Security
was immediately notified and efforts to contain the intrusion
were initiated. With their cover identity exposed, the
five men incapacitated guards outside the facility and
fought their way to the garage complex before escaping
in the stolen Spectrum Wheel van. The assailants left
four security guards dead and two in critical condition.
"[The attack] Has left our company in shock. Luckily
none of our vital resources or valuable employees were
injured," said CEO Ursla Windrow. Witnesses claim
the painters consisted of four human males and a dwarven
male, but authorities have yet to confirm these reports
or release any additional information relating to the
crime. If you or anyone you know has information
regarding this case, please call Lone Star at 1-800-NO-CRIME.
Buying a "shadow phone" (e-mail
[Saturday Evening, 08JAN2061, shortly after run completed] Ken
called Miner, his Decker contact. "Damn, Miner, your voice
just gets sexier every time. If I wasn't a scrawny little
human I might put some moves on you, but I'm afraid I wouldn't
last through the night if I succeeded. Regardless, what
I am calling you about is a shadow phone. A line I can
use for . . . confidential work. One that does not point
back to me."
Miner answers, "Shadow phone, huh? I've done that before,
it's rather easy for someone with the hardware, tough for
an average sarariman though. Remember that nothing is untraceable.
It wouldn't be linked to your SIN, but a skilled decker with
the hot 'ware could still backride the satellite signal coordinates
and find out where the phone lies at night when you are
asleep. However, it's the best you can do without getting
too fancy. The job will run you ¥1000 and I can only promise
two months of service. It all depends on how well I can hide
the LTG in their subdatabases from the searchbots. I'll have
a general idea of how long once I get in there. Still interested?"
"Secrecy sure is expensive, but if that's what it costs then
that's what I'll pay. I could use the piece of mind.
I'll be sure not to use it for too long when I'm at home.
Do I need to buy the phone or is that folded into the 1 k?"
She replies, "Sorry Ken, I'm not a Kong-Wal Mart. You'll
have to pick the phone up yourself. I'll get back to you with
the details and the LTG tomorrow."
[Sunday afternoon, 09JAN2061]: "Ken, looks I was able to
exploit an FCC loophole. The phone service should be good
for 3 months. Here's the LTG number you'll be using," the
ork says as she pushes a small scrap of paper across the bar
(e-mail wrap up)
2300, Sunday, 09JAN2061: Ken is already sitting down at a table
as the team arrives. He is nursing a bottle of Asahi.
From the thermal signature, Case and Tik-Tok can tell that he's
probably been nursing it a while, because it's room temperature,
and there is no trace of condensation on the bottle. Ken
exchanges pleasantries as people arrive, but remains engrossed
in accessing a portable computer. After DK saunters in,
slides into a seat, and activates his white noise generator,
Ken starts, "All right. Looks like we are one short here,
but that's no surprise. It's a new team and a new career
for all of us. It's quite possible Chip decided that the
team or the biz was not his cup of tea. I personally haven't
been able to get a hold of him. Anyway, enough about him.
"First things first. Good job. Things went down
badly and bloodily, but we got the job down and we all got
out in one piece. I can't believe the luck of that Mage
picking that particular office at that particular time, but
he did and we dealt with it. I would have preferred
to not have left any guards dead, but given a choice, I'd
rather be alive to regret it.
Disco Kid nods, piping in with, "You said that right. Gotta
pay the piper if you're gonna be running with the rats, ya
Ken looks at Case and Tik-Tok and nods almost knowingly.
He takes a breath and glances furtively at Suture, then continues,
addressing no one in particular, "I appreciate that saving
their lives is a good and noble thing. If I had my way,
the drones, the guards, and all of us would use rubber bullets.
The last one conscious gets the prize and we all live to play
another day. Unfortunately, the corporations keep rejecting
that proposal because frankly they could give a rat's ass
about their people. The executives are too busy worrying
about their "valuable people", like themselves. So,
they throw a bunch of poor slobs at us and tell them to kill
us. Unfortunately, the slobs usually listen to them,
so we have to shoot back or go down.
"It was no remarkable surprise that the guards upstairs pulled
out guns when you were throwing punches. If you had
not moved quickly, you'd be dead or in jail right now.
If you are more willing to go to jail than kill the man that
would put you there then you should save everyone the time
and cuff yourself; because you are going to meet a lot of
this career that are using bigger, longer range guns than
"Tasers are nice, and I wish every threat we faced could
be taken out by one, but that's wishful thinking, it is not
gonna happen. Hell, I don't carry concussion grenades
because I want to kill everyone, but sometimes people back
you in a corner and you have to choose to shoot your way out
or do the dead man's dance as bullets rip you to shreds.
I'll take the
former, thanks. In the end, I gotta know that the people
in my team are willing to take out our enemies to save my
ass, because we are on our own on a run."
Ken takes a dramatic pause, and Disco Kid, nodding, or perhaps
just dancing to a rhythm in his head, slips in some comments,
"On the streets ya got different levels of cats. You got your
blood, la familia. You take a bullet for them no questions
asked. You got your groove cats, the ones who help you out
and you help them out. Then there's all the jive-talkin' turkeys.
Way I figure it. The corps never did anything for me other
than make my programs illegal and give me some hoops to jump
through. You can count on me, bro," responds DK with a clenched
fist to his chest.
Ken smiles slightly, and nods acknowledgment then continues,
"That said, let me just say a couple of things about the run.
DK, good work. I only wish you had more access to their
systems, it could have been a very different run. Case
and Tik-Tok, solid work. We had no communications, but
you took the cue when my grenade went off and took out the
guards in the garage with remarkable timing and skill.
Suture, luckily you had little opportunity to use your healing
abilities on us, but don't think I didn't notice how you handled
the van. A good wheel man is always a plus. All
of you kept your cool under fire and stayed focused on executing
the plan in spite of what they threw at us. Good work
all around. The only one I have my doubts about right
now is Chip. He's as flaky as he is useful, but I feel
like I haven't given him a chance yet, so I'll reserve judgment.
Now I'll shut my trap and let DK and the rest of you put in
your two cents worth.
Ken finishes the warm flat residue of his beer with a grimace
that all of the beer drinkers at the table can sympathize
with. He surprises the waitress by signaling for a fresh
one as he sits back in his chair.
Suture immediately replies, "I agree with Ken; an excellent
run. I was highly impressed by all of you on the run.
But I wouldn't be so quick to discount the merits of our frenetic
chiphead friend -- he showed his worth in the speed with which
he downloaded his files, and to some extent in combat."
Suture pauses and takes a deep breath, obviously steeling
himself for what he knows is going to be a difficult argument.
"Now look, I'm not stupid, and I know those comments about
non-violent tactics were directed at me. I know where
you're coming from, I've been in combat before, but I take
issue with your final conclusion."
"Sure the corp. suits may not care what happens to us, or
to their security guards, but the guards themselves are just
doing their jobs, just like we are. They don't deserve
to be killed just for trying to feed their kids. And
if you think about it, two of the guards opted for stun batons
-- a nonlethal weapon -- and they didn't start using assault
rifles until after they knew we had fired bullets.
Now, I grant you there are situations in which the death
of some guards are simply unavoidable. However, I'll
maintain that such situations are exceedingly rare; a taser
or stun baton will knock somebody out, which suits our purposes
just as much as killing them does. I know you want to
be sure that your back is covered when you run into combat,
and you can count on the fact that I'll do my part to take
out those threats. Until I fail to do my job to your
satisfaction, you have no cause to question my means of action.
As for the trauma patching the Ork . . . well, you may look
at it as a waste, but it was my trauma patch, to do with as
I please. And it didn't take any time at all, it wasn't
like it was delaying and putting us in danger. Besides,
it might just keep that company from hunting us down in retribution
for killing their chief security officer."
Suture stops and looks Ken right in the eye as if daring
the asian to defy him, "Can you honestly say that you would
rather let a man die than save his life when all it costs
you is 2 seconds and a 2000 nuyen trauma patch?"
Ken holds Suture's stare unflinchingly, his eyes and face
cold and dark. It seems he won't respond, but then he
speaks smoothly and quietly, "It depends on the man and the
situation. If you want to spend a hundred thousand nuyen
saving the lives of those that try to kill us you are welcome
to it, as long as it does not interfere with the mission or
endanger the team. It's your money friend. I am
not saying you screwed up last time, but your conscience seems
to be weighing more heavily with you than with most of us
and I want to be clear that it won't slow you down.
As for a taser being 'just as effective', well that's just
wishful thinking. I do plan to expand my 'toolbox' to
include more nonlethal weapons, but that will take time and
money. I am doing some research towards a spell for
incapacitating people, but that could take quite a while to
work out. However, I am glad you raised the point, it
would not hurt if we all had some concussion and flash grenades
for future work, at a bare minimum."
Ken switches topics, "Communications gear would be nice,
but I priced some and micro-transceivers with basic encryption
are as expensive as our last payment. Walkie-talkies
are only about 500 nuyen cheaper, so unless someone has a
source of cheaper commo gear, our options are to blow money
on a less sophisticated, intermediate system or wait until
we get more cred. Considering that we may never run
as a team again, the latter option seems best. It's
possible that the advance on the next run would give us the
extra nuyen to buy the gear, so again, waiting on that seems
good. However, it's important that it not get forgotten,
because constant communications on the last run would have
made things work a lot more smoothly.
Suture follows up almost immediately, "That's the truth.
And in more ways than just during the action. We need
a way to contact members of the team when important decisions
come up -- such as buying a 3000 nuyen heavy weapons chip
-- so that we can avoid the . . . unpleasantness that accompanied
this run." Suture looks at Case "you gonna answer that
wristphone I gave you if I call?" and at Ken "and do I need
to get you one as well?"
Ken gestures to a phone saying, "I have taken care of that
on my end. I have a line that should be suitable for
calls regarding this work. I warn you that it will usually
be in message/pager mode, but I will return your call in a
timely fashion. Ken glances at DK's white noise generator
as if assessing it's quality, then rattles off an LTG number.
Don't give this out to anyone else without my permission.
As DK can no doubt confirm, sleazing through a phone for a
location fix is not very hard for a skilled Decker.
Disco Kid's eyes light up and he interjects, "I didn't even
think about the comm. I got me an encrypted ear transceiver
ready to roll. Man, must have been some heavy stuff I was
snorting. Course I wouldn't have been in range anyways."
"I'm pretty sure you'd be saving more than half a K for a
headset unit. I remember scoping those out to be around four
thou cheaper than a microtransceiver. That depends on the
range you're wanting. Heavy mojo always be cutting in on the
Ken pauses as if changing topic, "If anyone gets a
hold of Chip, see about getting our 500 nuyen shares of the
equipment money from him. Right now, I am willing to
chalk this up to him being flaky, but if he doesn't come clean
with the cred, he's gonna move into the realm of people that
have shafted me." Ken doesn't bother with any threats
or promises, seemingly satisfied that his sentence communicated
enough of that.
Disco Kid adds some comments of his own, "The chiphead needs
to mellow out a bit, but he seems enthusiastic. I get some
street vibes off of him too, so he probably knows the biz
at least little. Way I look at it, the retaining fee's an
extra thing. We got paid the cred we were promised. I'm willing
to let the retaining cred slip through the cracks if it'll
give us some options and make us more prepared."
Ken continues, saying, "Speaking of getting shafted, I am
coordinating with DK on cleanup for the run to make sure we
don't. I know what the authorities will be looking for,
and DK has the skills to help make sure those things get misplaced
As if on cue, DK replies, "Scoped the Star site out last
night. Should make the run later tonight and have some info
in a day or two. My groove's feeling Travolta so that IC shouldn't
be any trouble."
Ken offers friendly parting pleasantries to the individual
team members, grabs up his computer as if in anticipation
of more work while his new beer gets warm, and waits for everyone
Monday, 10JAN2061: After some casework, Ken will goes out and
finds a gym; one of those gyms you see in movies all the time
where you can lift weights, do martial arts, box, etc.
Here, he starts up an exercise routine, start lifting weights
etc. and helps some martial arts guy workout, turning that into
some basic pointers on unarmed and clubs. Athletics will
fall naturally out of this.
He will head out from the gym and stop by his favorite gun
store, Tight Group, and pick up a kit for working on firearms
as well as some books on the subject. He will pursue
it gradually [reflecting only 1 karma spent on it] in the
evenings, not wanting to rush headlong into a field where
a stupid mistake can be crippling or fatal.
He also starts putting out the word and listening for word
on magical groups. I kind of imagine that a groups pick
the person moreso than the person picking the group, and that
is a part of the long time required to find them. His
primary concern is having people that he can trust and/or
count on, although he is uncertain if he want to deal with
a full-out fraternal obligation for mutual aid no demand.
He is hoping to have more than one group to choose from.
Specifically, he is hoping to find a group that is
The primary goal of the kind of group he is looking for is somewhat
hard to place, just getting better at magic would be a good
one, but maybe a group that had a more altruistic and/or lofty
goal would work as well. Ken has not lost his altruism
and fights to keep his cynicism below average, so he could be
recruited to "fight the good fight". [As a player I worry
that it if Ken were in such a group, the group's mission might
overwhelm the team's operations.]
- group is not part of a corporation, although corporate
types in the group would be fine
- a mixture of members w.r.t. magical traditions, races,
- a mixture of backgrounds with some street types and some
corporate types, as a reflection of himself
Of course, keeping on top of his caseload is also a concern.
He will try to keep this contained to the morning hours of
the day, 0900-1200, with some scattered hours of stakeout
as needed throughout the week. The morning hours will
concern the routine work, interviews and appointments, etc.
1,000 ¥ will be forked over immediately to re-establish
Low Lifestyle. I interpret this as paying off his late bills
and getting back in good standing with his creditors.
Gear from Patches (e-mail exchange)
[Tuesday, 11JAN2061] Ken stops by Patches's clinic.
"Patches, good to see you," greets Ken.
"Ken, how is the smartlink working out?" the street doc says
as he turns the handshake into a palm examination. He pokes
and prods and doesn't notice Ken start talking again.
Ken clears his throat and gently pulls his hand away.
"Oh sorry, don't get a chance to install many of those. Clients
are mostly college kids looking for a datajack," apologizes
"I'm interested in getting some slap patches. For personal
emergency use only, of course," Ken feigns sincerity and grins.
"Sure, I can help you out. My distributors have been good,
so I should have most of what you want."
Ken hands over a small piece of paper that looks amusingly
like a shopping list. A couple items are crossed off, but
a section has been circled with Patches' name written next
to it in the margin. Patches takes the piece and walks over
to his back cabinet. He punches in a code to unlock to door
and begins running his finger up and down in the air, tracing
the myriad of labels. He pulls out several small plastic wrapped
squares and returns to the detective.
"Sorry, Ken. I guess my stock didn't hold up to your requests.
All out of antidote patches. The rest I have," he holds of
a stack of patches in his hand. "Now let's see, that's
going to be..." the doctor starts doing some math in his head,
"Yes, that'll come to ¥880 for the tranq patches
(assumes rating 11) and another ¥250 for the stimulant
patches. I have a trauma patch or two extra as well that I'd
part for only ¥1800 if you are interested."
Ken smiles warmly, "Patches, you're too kind. At the
moment, my desire to be prepared for the worst will have to
take a back seat to my finances. I might have mentioned
that I was investigating a BTL user in one of the larger corporations.
To make a long story short, he did it, I proved it, he got
fired, and he took it out on me. So, my finances were
temporarily torpedoed. Heck, I just got the med kit
out of pawn. Luckily, my normal cases are keeping me
going, but I probably won't be eating any real meat in the
near future. Could you give me a call when you have
some Antidote patches?"
Ken drops a 1 k¥ credstick and another 130 ¥ in cash
into Patches's free hand and takes the patches. Ken
sighs in exasperation and smiles as he pulls off his glove
and proffers his hand, palm up, exposing the smart-link pad.
"OK, Patches, you haven't taken your eyes of my hand the whole
time. Feel free to take a look, run a diagnostic, or
whatever you wish. I understand what it's like to have
mundane tasks that are punctuated all too briefly by real
challenges. I salute your dedication to quality work."
"I'll be sure to let you know when I get ahold of some antidote
patches. This should cover any complications that arise,"
the doctor says referring to the extra ¥100 Ken gave him.
After running some simple diagnostics on the smartlink pad,
he gives it the green light. Ken heads out with the patches
making a comforting bulge in his jacket pocket.
[Friday, 14JAN2061] Phone message from Patches: "I got ahold
of those antidote patches you were interested in. You were
wanting some rating eight patches, right? I got a small variety,
in case that wasn't what you were interested in. They're going
to run ¥600 a piece for those max ratings. Less for the
others. Stop by and pick them up whenever."
Ken stops by and picks up two rating 8 Antidote patches because
he does not think he will able to properly judge when to use
a lesser one. He willingly pays the total 1200 ¥
for them, and strikes up a conversation about cyberware and
then Patches's cyberware library, the basic topic turning
to - "It must be hard to stay on the cutting edge in an ever-changing
field, especially your library." This is a simple ploy
to identify what books he would like for his library.
He then spends 150 ¥ on a gift-wrapped professional medical
reference (hard and soft copy) on cyberwear for Patches; he
drops it off with the receptionist the next day.
The card read:
"Here's hoping you have some more interesting, cutting
challenges in the future,
Making New Friends (e-mail
[Wednesday 12JAN2061] Ken needed some bullets and wanted a reliable
armorer for discrete work. Luckily, his buddy Rock knows
Rock arranges to accompany Ken to go visit Leonardo at his
armorer shop. Rock initially proposed to set up a meet,
but Ken's charm easily convinced him that visiting the armorer
at his shop would be the easiest on everyone. At the shop:
"Bang-Bang you in? I mean Leonardo," shouts Rock outside
a grungy door down a side alley in the middle of low class
Auburn. An armored camera watches the two visitors and starts
to pan down either side of the alleyway.
An intercom next to the door buzzes to life, static making
the words faint, "What's he doin' here, Rock?"
"Just open the door, ya gutterpunk. We got some business
for you. Ken's good, you've meet him. Straight shooter. It's
cold out here and I don't want to have to break *this* door
down," responds Rock hinting at some earlier incident.
A buzzer sounds and some locks open.
Inside is cluttered. There's no better way to describe the
seemingly complete integration of a firearms shop and a messing
low lifestyle. After Ken takes his attention away from
the rigged machine gun, recessed in what used to be a coat
alcove that is now pointing straight at the main door. A camera
is perched above it, secured to the ceiling to watch any carnage
that would unfold. A narrow short hallway with several metal
cabinets and crates leads to a back living/working area.
Leonardo is in the middle of overhauling a nasty looking
shotgun, tools and metal filings are scattered across his
work table. He leans back in the squeaky chair and looks at
the two guests. Ken suppresses a chuckle at seeing the jeweler's
magnification headset zoomed in eye staring at him, looking
wide and warped. The armorer flips the visor back and gets
ready for business. Rock steps out of the way, as much as
a troll of his size can, and extends his arm to Leonardo gesturing
for Ken to take over.
"Leonardo. I hear on the streets that you are the many to
come to for guns and gun supplies. A really up and coming
presence," Ken starts, wondering if he's putting it on a little
thick. The scrawny human seems pleased and starts warming
up a little, so Ken continues.
"I only need some EX explosive rounds for a heavy pistol.
That should be sufficient to start making my mark in the shadows.
They *should* be easy to get." The detective purposefully
leaves out "for some one of your connections and skill" but
it is obviously implied by his tone.
The armorer takes a brief moment and answers, "You seem like
a nullfrag chummer, and if Rock vouches for you I'm up for
doing some biz. The explosive rounds are hard to come by.
Only security guys and hit men use those kinds of rounds."
"Maybe if I provided some grease for the machines of capitalism.
I hear the streets can be much more pliable if they know there's
something in it for them," responds Ken.
Leonardo thinks a second gauging Ken's sincerity and cred
resources before answering, "I might be able to track things
down, but I'm not promising anything. It'd probably take ¥200
to start the search for the explosive rounds. I'll let Rock
know when I have them. You can pick them up from him."
"It'd be a lot easier if I could just give you a call myself.
Possibly more lucrative in the future as well," counters Ken.
"Not for now. Let me see how this works out and if you got
more business for me, you can go through Rock," Leonardo gives
Rock a call and with no complaints instantly becomes more
resolved in his decision.
Ken suppress a grin when he sees Leonardo look to Rock, realizing
that his relationship with Rock will have a direct impact
on the one he has with Leonardo and he plans to stay on Rock's
good side. He was finally starting to feel some comfort
level about getting back on the streets. A support network
was finally starting to grow.
Ken pauses, a grim deadpan on his face, as if measuring the
Armorer, "hmmm, I dunno about that."
Ken pauses then breaks into a laugh, "'I'm just messin' with
ya man. It's your shop, your biz, and your life,
you call the shots and I'll deal with it. Only downside
is poor Rock has to see even more of my face." Ken smiles
at Rock. Ken proffers his hand to shake Leonardo's in
spite of any grime that might be there. He presses just hard
enough for Leonardo to feel the 200 ¥ cash he had palmed
as well as his smartlink pad, hoping that maybe he'll be taken
a bit more seriously because of his gear.
"Now it's time for me to settle accounts with Rock."
Ken looks to the Troll and asks, "You up for a steak Rock?"
Ken turns to Leonardo and adds, "You're welcome to come along,
I'm buying, and if you knew my finances, you'd know that may
be a once-in-a-lifetime offer." He smiles as he finishes.
"Nah, I got biz to take care of. Go easy on him Rock,
don't spend all of his money until I'm through with him."
Leonardo says as he smiles to Rock before turning back to
his bench and immediately resuming his previous task.
[Spent 50 ¥ on dinner]
[Friday Evening, 14JAN2061] Phone message: "Looks like my
little pal, Leonardo came through for you. He gave me a box
of 50 EX explosive rounds for a heavy pistol for you. Says
they're costin' ¥1000 for da box. Stop by anytime, I'm
working the next couple of nights."
Ken tries to hook up with Mac & Nicole for lunch during
the week. He would like this to be a routine; perhaps
lunch once a week, during the work week, with each.
Miner is an uncertain commodity in my mind. I had not
really imagined her being socially involved with Ken.
Which raises the question of how one increases the bond with
a contact without getting personal or doing them a big favor.
I suppose that Ken will suggest in his dealings with Miner
that if she needs help with something or perhaps even someone
watching her back, then she should give him a call.
Perhaps he will become more socially interactive with her
too . . .
Otherwise, the evenings will be spent dropping word with
various establishments, Awakened bars, libraries, bulletin
boards, bookstores, etc. regarding finding & joining a
I would like to describe more time spent on gunsmithing but
it would be inconsistent with the karma expenditures.
So, I suppose he will simply open up the kit some weekend,
learn what the various tools do, and goof around without doing
any real work with it. That's about a level 1 skill
from my read.
Similarly, I would like to describe him practicing and drilling
for many hours a day with unarmed & exercise, but a couple
of hours a day would be more than enough to accommodate the
karma expenditures. So, I'd say generally one or two
hours every week day will be burned on exercise to include
unarmed combat, clubs, random sports. I'll save his
trip for Athletics 2, if I can bear to part with the karma.
He'll probably generally spend a few hours a week at the
range keeping his pistol skills sharp, as well as practicing
his casting and conjuring. His conjuring practice will
mostly consist of routinely summoning (almost daily) Force
4 hearth spirits in his apartment and
having conversations with them about themselves and magic,
small talk focused on magic for twenty or thirty minutes,
before asking them to patrol around his apartment. His
sorcery practice will probably involve simple stuff, like
fine-tuning his Levitation. Drills would probably include
moving around, casting it at high and low force, and casting
of Ken's Personal Philosophy
- Killing: Ken was, in his mind, forced to kill
two security guards on this run, doubling the number of
people he had killed in his entire life in a few seconds.
A unique aspect was that he proactively killed them.
They had assault rifles and were simply a lethal threat
that he had to overcome lest he be killed or jailed.
He killed them in cold blood with a personal rationale of
an immediate threat to him and his team. He was not
happy about killing the guards, but it is unclear if he
is feeling guilt or just worried about further complications.
- Awakened Community: His view of camaraderie with
the Awakened community in general is fading. The actions
of the Mage were a slap in the face. He has never
been at odds with another Awakened person. His idyllic
notion of some mystical sense of community among all Awakened
that transcended mundanes was shattered. In all honestly,
Ken realized that now he was probably a lot more realistic
in his perspective.
- Shadowrunning: Ken likes Shadowrunning thus far.
The challenges he seeks in investigative work are found
in shadowrunning, along with higher stakes and dangerous
obstacles. He likes the intensity of the experience,
but appreciates the day-to-day work in between. At
this point, he imagines that continuous shadowrunning would
burn him out.
Karma and Nuyen
- Awarded 7 good karma for mission plus 1 for serious action
- Karma Pool up to 1.8
- Spent Karma:
- Unarmed Combat 2 - 4 karma
- Intimidation 1 - 1 karma
- Pistols B/R 1 - 1 karma
- Clubs 1 - 1 karma
- Athletics 1 - 1 karma
- Unspent karma: 0
- Earned 5 k¥ for primary objective, 2.5 k¥ for
- Spent ¥
- shadow phone 1.15 k¥
- re-establish low lifestyle 1.0 k¥
- medkit 0.3 k¥
- firearms kit 0.5 k¥
- gel rounds, 3 boxes of 50 0.45 k¥
- EX explosive rounds box of 50 1.2 k¥ (&
- Slap patches 1.13 k¥ + 1.2 k¥
- Dinner w/ Rock 50 ¥
- Book for Patches 150 ¥
- Unspent 370 ¥ (wow, it goes pretty fast . . .)
- Current ¥: 495