Run #2 - Recovery (Session #2, 29JUN2003/30JUN2063)
The Hiring (30JUN2063)
A Dwarf sits atop a stool on the stage crooning out a raspy
quiet tune of angst, backed by muted electric guitar and
soft percussion. It's Saturday at Moon's Shine, and that
means live music. The bar is mostly full. A pair of Orks
are standing by the Wall of Shadows, looking over a handful
of new entries that were added in a wake, of sorts, the
A muscular Ork woman walks into the bar. She is wearing
a longcoat and makes little effort to conceal a katana beneath
her coat. Her expression is stern and focused. People that
spot her get out of the way and she gently shoulders the
rest out of her path. She scans about, gliding through the
bar. She stops when she sees Jared talking with a human
at a table. After buying a beer from Moon, she moves over
to the wall to read the plates. The new ones still have
an odd brilliance and cleanliness to them that stands out.
Hammer (JUN2063) Four cyberlimbs and he still got nailed
Doc (JUN2063) A shotgun slug to the ear, now he walks with
Colt (JUN2063) He died with his boots on and his pistol
Slick (JUN2063) You can never have too many guns
Zoom (JUN2063) Grenade tossing is not for amateurs
She nods to no one in particular as she finishes, and turns
to Jared. Seeing the other person gone, she moves smoothly
up and takes a seat.
"Guten Abend, Yared."
"Ah, Cutter. I heard you are trying to break into
the biz. Good news for me. There are few Awakened folks
as it is, and even fewer are willing to risk their hoops
in the shadows instead of taking easier and higher paying
"I love to hunt." The crispness of her English
is a surprising shift from her German greeting.
"Yeah, I hear that. Well here's the job. Someone needs
to be...umm...rescued from their own ambitions, as it were.
One of Corporation A's people has gotten himself intentionally
lost and he needs to be recovered. And now for the hard
part - he has crossed the border as of a few hours ago,
probably with the help of Cascade Orks. Corporation A believes
he is trying to rendezvous with an extraction team that
will take him across another border and out of their reach.
You will need a team of six, including yourself. I know
you probably prefer to work alone, but when it comes to
the big runs, that just isn't practical. I have a few recommendations,
if you want them."
"All right, first things first, you need to be able
to get across the border. In spite of what the trideo action
movies show us, stealth gunships are neither roomy, disposable,
nor readily available."
"Ya, we do not want the target getting spooked. Who
do you recommend?"
"I know this smuggler fellow, an Ork like yourself.
His name's bootleg and he's looking for some work. He's
cybered, but he can walk through most scanners without raising
a peep. He also knows how to get goods, that includes people,
across borders with a minimum of fuss."
"Sehr gut. Next?"
"You are going to need a couple of guys that can get
in close without getting geeked and take someone down without
damaging them too much. I know a couple of guys that fit
the bill nicely. One is Black Jack, he is your classic martial
artist Adept, a surprisingly rare breed as of late; everyone
wants a gun it seems."
"Guns are a tool of the weak willed."
"Maybe, but they sure are handy sometimes. Anyway,
there is another guy, Willis. He's a Dwarf boxer that make
the rounds in the "informal" rings. He's a little
too cybered for the pro circuit. Speaking of which, don't
try to sneak him through a metal detector, his bones might
Cutter shakes her head, smirking disapprovingly. "Metal
bones, the things people do to their bodies."
"All right, so then we need to figure out what other
gaps you need filled."
"Do you know any Tribals that are available?"
"Not offhand, but Bootleg might be able to get what
you need done. You should not have to interact with Tribals
that much. He's hiding, not seeing the sights. Smuggler
know-how is what you need."
"I need a heavy weapons man."
"OK, missiles, machine-guns, or both?"
"Well, I got two, there's Jax, he's good with both,
but a shy better with his LMG. He's a Dwarf merc. Then there's
Lightning, he a human, formerly with the Russian military.
He's good with both, but a shy better with missiles. Do
you want both?"
"Ya, both. I want two people covering us when the
schiesse hits the fan."
"Good enough. I'll start making the calls."
"How much are we getting paid and how much time do
"You need to move right away. We have no intelligence
on the other team's schedule. Let me do the math here...OK.
50k for the whole lot of you; that's a little over 8k apiece
minus expenses. Tidy little sum, that'll pay the bills and
then some, neh?"
Cutter does not looked pleased, but it's possible that
she never does. "It will do."
Jared slides a folder towards her.
"OK, here's your target. Good luck."
The Cast - Player/Character
- Reema/Cutter (hiring)
- Ric/Black Jack
My vibrating cell phone rumbles on the table, I take one
last look at the pieces of my Ares Predator II on the table,
close my eyes and begin to pick up pieces and quickly assemble
the pistol. With the pistol entirely assembled I lay it
back down on the soft cloth and look at the clock on the
wall. 15 seconds, I grimace, "Gettin' slow." I
mumble. I reach for the still ringing phone and answer,
"OK, what kind of job is it?" I pause waiting
for the answer, "You need the big boy then?" a
slight pause, "All right, see you there."
Work's been scarce lately. It's hard to bust into this
Shadowrunning biz, but it looks like Jared finally sent
something my way. Some fragger named Cutter needs some firepower,
and Jared gave her my name. She's got some nerve calling
me directly, guess she's new too. Anyway, a job's a job,
so I better check it out. Moon's is a cool bar anyway.
I walk into Moon's Shine, and look to the Wall of Shadows
and briefly stop...maybe there is honor among thieves. This
biz might not be that bad. I see a grim-looking ork wave
me over to a table with a small group sitting around it.
This must be Cutter she seems to be organizing the team.
There's another ork who looks real slick named Bootleg hope
he can handle his drek when it counts. There's a human named
Blackjack, a fraggin' big dwarf called Willis, and another
human who looks ex-military, he goes by Lightning.
"Hey, I'm Jax." I say sitting down as Cutter
passes a soy beer over. "What's the deal?"
Cutter does some perfunctory introductions and immediately
gets into the scenario. Seems some corp croney got his allegiances
confused and went AWOL. The corp wants him back and they
want us to get him. That is, before another team escorts
him to a new corp wanting to hire him. We all seem cool
with the situation the cred seems good. We're all in. Luckily
Willis and Bootleg got vehicles. I pack in Willis' van with
Lightning. We're both packin' LMG's, definitely my kind
of mission, I bring my AR just in case. We'll be in the
woods on this mission and I might need to be mobile.
"Does anyone need equipment, I would suggest transceivers
for those who don't have one?" I say. They're too expensive
to get on the fly and everybody seems ready to go. Only
Bootleg and I have radios, hopefully this won't be a problem.
The mark crossed from Seattle into tribal land with help
from the Cascade Orks, turns out Bootleg is some sort of
smuggler and knows these parts. We use the back roads to
find a way over the border. Bootleg and I scout the fenceline
looking for a way across. We get up to the fence and find
a crossing point. There's a section of the fence that opens
up for the road and we're able to find a time when the cameras
aren't in sync. It almost gets a little dicey, but we make
it across null sheen.
Once we're over, Bootleg knows of a guy who may have info
on the mark's location. After impressing me with the border
crossing he losses a few points by driving us all over the
countryside. We find this place and he claims there's a
contact who can tell us where the mark is stashed. It costs
us 2k, seems cheap to me otherwise we're dead in the water
I hope all the 2k went to the contact.
We get the location of a hunting lodge where the mark is
supposed to be stashed. We head there ASAP, the team seems
like they got their heads on straight 'cause we drive about
a mile away from the location and stop to do recon, no arguments.
"Whose pretty good at sneakin' around?" I ask.
Willis says he'll go out with me. Cutter volunteers with
Blackjack. Bootleg wants to go, but he's our best driver,
we may need him here with the vehicles. Bootleg had a good
idea and set the vehicles on the road as if we had car trouble.
Willis and I go west while Cutter and Blackjack go east
we plan to meet at the lodge. Some crazy drek goes down
before that happens though. I get some chatter on the radio
that Blackjack and Cutter get jumped by a big-foot monster.
"Hey Jax, its Bootleg." I hear over the radio.
"Yeah, what's the situation." I respond.
"Cutter and Blackjack got jumped by a big-foot. You
better come back and watch your back." says Bootleg
over the radio.
"What? No, we'll be ok, we're pressing on. Out."
Big Foot? They're probably just scared of some wimpy bear
I go hot with my AR and push on with Willis to the lodge.
We start to reconnoiter the lodge and I find out that Willis
is not sneaky...I leave him at the north end of the lodge
and finish the recon on my own. That's when I found out
that big-feet are real. I hear a commotion off in Willis's
direction and start making a run for him. I see him running
towards me in the trees just as a big, hairy thing crashes
down on him with both fists in one pain-searing lullaby.
Hoping to salvage some semblance of stealth in the recon
mission, I drop my rifle and pull out my knife. That thing
packed one fraggin' big punch though and I just barely miss
gettin taken out myself. I manage to stab at the beast with
my knife and hit it hard enough to send it packing. Lucky
for me. Mental note to self, write Cougar company a ringing
endorsement for using their long blade on big-feet. I throw
Willis over my shoulder and haul him back to the vehicles.
Blackjack is out cold when I get back. Cutter thinks we
need more recon so she goes back out with me to scout the
place using her magic. We head down the road together and
that's when the night got majorly fragged.
The team was going to stay with the vehicles while Cutter
and I did one last reconnoiter of the lodge. We get a few
hundred meters down the road and I get the chatter on the
radio from Bootleg. Turns out the team coming to pick up
the mark and escort him to his final destination just arrived.
I figure the best scenario is for Cutter and I to double
time it down the road and grab the mark. She's a fraggin'
viscous looking bitch, and I ain't no slob. We should be
able to grab some "regular Joe"-type guy.
"Hold them off!" I yell into the radio, "We'll
grab the mark, and rendevous with you." I say. I point
down the road toward the lodge. Cutter agrees and we start
running. It's too late though.
"We need you back here, now!" Bootleg replies.
Cutter and I stop in our tracks, not sure exactly what to
do. Its pretty clear once I see the thermal signature of
the vehicles exploding. The only choice we have is to fight
for our lives. A minute later I hear from Bootleg.
"They're comin' down the road at you!" he yells.
I point to the woods, Cutter's no dummy, she knows the
drek is going down. We run into the treeline and take cover.
The vehicles pass, but we still need a plan. We get back
out to the road.
"We need to set up an ambush, meet us at the fork
in the road." I tell Bootleg over the radio. Cutter
and I double-time it down the road again. Bootleg runs by
us on the road, fast bugger! We set up at the fork in the
road by the lodge. Bootleg and I position to hit the vehicles
coming from the lodge. Cutter flanks the road to the east.
We see the vehicles coming down the road. Where the frag
is the rest of the team?! Next thing I hear the crack of
Bootleg's pistol. I take aim with my grenade launcher and
pop a round off. Hot damn! One wheel down, except now they
know we're here. The LMG turret on the security van starts
popping of rounds into the treeline. I launch another grenade.
I think Cutter is workin' on the car with the mark. The
drek really hits. My heart is racing, time to earn my share!
Bootleg and I take turns on the security van, between the
two of us we manage to take out a couple wheels, and slow
it down. Its rigged though cause the driver is doin' some
serious maneuvers. I guess Cutter takes out the other car
because it gets hung up on the treeline. I roll out to the
road for a better shot, but the LMG is too dangerous. Need
to stay in the trees to live. I run up through the trees
to the van. I roll out of the trees and brace against the
side of the van, the LMG can't get me here. The van door
slides open and a street sammy jumps out, just my luck.
Whoa! Those shiny spurs are goin' to feel nice. The spurs
rip through my camo suit. Its cold out, but that warm feeling
isn't so good down my side. Drawing my heavy pistol I get
off a round into the guy. Frag, no effect! He's pissed now.
I hear an AR burst behind me. Someone's coming up, hopefully
to help me with the sammy before he turns me into shredded
Finally Bootleg gets up and jumps in it with me and the
sammy. He's pretty wiz with a stun baton and manages to
get a good shot in. Not until after the sammy reminds him
what sort of drek we're in. Once Bootleg gets the baton
on the sammy we're able to pound on him. The sammy goes
down soon, but not soon enough, we're both hurting and there's
another runner comin' at us from the truck. He's nothin'
compared to the sammy though. I keep hearin' rounds going
off, probably from over by the car. I hear LMG rounds from
the van, but also from farther away. Not sure where the
team is just yet, right now, its just Bootleg and me for
our lives. The other guy from the van is easier to handle
compared to the sammy, we take him down null sheen. The
rigger knows we've turned the tide, they're in the drek
now. As I reach for my AR the rigger calls out on a loudspeaker,
"Stand down, let them take him." we all hear.
It's quiet for a moment, both Bootleg and I seem tentative,
I'm ready to open a burst into the rigger, just to be safe.
Suddenly the van door shuts, he's buttoned up in there now.
Bootleg and I begin to slink off, weapons ready, we decide
to slink off into the treeline. Bootleg notices that Willis
is down behind the van, a casualty of the LMG turret oddly
he's clutching a box of grenades.
Bootleg grabs up Willis and we rendevous with the team
in the woods. Blackjack and Cutter look like they've seen
better days. Turns out they geeked the car and the guys
in it. Guess Cutter got a little zealous and almost took
out the mark with her sword, but it looks like he'll be
ok. The corp just wanted him back alive, hopefully we've
sent him the message that going AWOL is painful.
Bootleg comes through for us and gets one of his smuggling
buddies to snatch our hoop outta here. A pick-up location
is arranged and he brings us back to Seattle. We hold up
in a motel to lick our wounds and Cutter contacts Jared.
We've got a while for the exchange, which Cutter uses to
heal some of us up. The switch goes down null sheen. Jared's
got the nuyen to make this all worthwhile. He comps the
guys for their vehicles, so long as the team runs for him
again...for free. Not too bad a deal, Jared's been a good
I get back to my place and kick back. First on the list
is some R&R time so my wounds heal up, meanwhile I call
my buddy about a new LMG.
Seein' as how I'm laid up in the hospital for a couple
of days, I thought I'd make a record of the events that
led up to me ending up here, eatin' this nasty green soy-gelatin.
I figure it'll be something good to have a few years from
now, when I'm outta the biz and kickin' back.
It was a Saturday night when I got the call. Some woman
calling herself Cutter had apparently gotten my name from
Jared. She was asking if I wanted in on this retrieval job
that he had tossed her way. I got the details from her and
agreed to meet with the rest of the crew she was assembling.
I wondered why my name had come up, but I figured I could
bring some professionalism to the job. Smugglin' goods for
the Yellow Lotus Triad has usually been good to me, but
the lack of calls from them lately means that I could really
stand to score some cred from one of these shadowrunnin'
So, I double-checked my gear before headin' out the door.
Then, I drive my happy black ass on over to Moon's to get
the details of the run and see who the rest of the crew
is. Since Moon's isn't very far, I end up there before anyone
except this one intense-lookin' Ork gal, decked out in shark's
teeth and everything. She also ain't makin' no excuses for
that sword she's sportin', but I get the impression it ain't
just for show. She waves me over as I'm getting' my soybeer
from Moon, who happens to be one big mother-fragger of a
Troll. She introduces herself as Cutter and says the rest
are on their way.
True to her word, an assortment of other wannabe 'runners
comes trickling in. There's two humans: a real lean omae
named Black Jack that don't have much to say and some cybered
Russian going by Lightning. The other two members of our
crew are a couple of cybered dwarves going by Willis and
Jax. Jax comes off as another merc sort, since he's also
suited up in camo. Willis is a little rough around the edges,
but is probably stronger than even me, by the look of those
pythons he's callin' arms.
Once everyone gets a beer and makes introductions, Cutter
gives us the lowdown on this job. Apparently, we're supposed
to bring somebody's little corp egghead home. Seems this
Shane McCormick guy has flown the coop and big momma corp
wants him back before he goes to work for the competition.
Word is, he made his break with some Cascade Ork help, and
I got called in for my smugglin' know-how. I can tell by
the look of this crew that there's no way I'd be able to
get us through any official checkpoint. Backroad border-jumpin'
ain't my style, but I do know of a couple of places to go.
Time is of the essence, so we head out in the two vehicles
available: my Americar and Willis's Bulldog van. I'm not
keen on takin' my ride, but we've discovered that I'm probably
the best driver and Willis's van is geared up for a dwarf,
so I guess I'll have to. A quick stop to grab some last
minute gear from Jax's nearby place and we're on our way
to one of the "border crossings" accessible from
Puyallup. The way I see it, those Cascade Ork boys probably
took this joker across where he wouldn't be seen.
As we approach the border, the recon is left up to Jax
and me. Despite some difficulties getting the vehicles through,
we don't scare up any NAN border patrol attention. Since
they firmly believe in "shoot first, ask questions
later", I'm glad things are going so smoothly. I gotta
admit, I was a little worried that the two LMG-totin' mercs
would seriously throw off my groove, since heavy weapons
and discrete don't usually go together, but things are okay
I led the crew all over the various encampments just across
the border in the Cascade Ork lands before we found a guy
I had dealt with before. He was willing to roll over on
our target for an easy 2k¥, and we were able to convince
Cutter that it was a fair price before she tried muscling
more information out of him. He gave us GPS data on the
cabin where the guy was holed up, waiting for some other
group to retrieve him and deliver him to the loving arms
of another corp.
Now that we knew where to find the guy, we drove out to
the location and pulled up short so the mark wouldn't hear
the vehicles. Lightning and I stayed with the rides while
the rest of the crew went scouting. All was good until Cutter
and Black Jack had an encounter with a certain big hairy
critter. Cutter called me to say she had dropped the thing
with her mojo, but that Black Jack had been knocked out
cold, so she was hauling him back. I radioed Jax, the only
other member of the crew savvy enough to have a transceiver,
and filled him in. He seemed to dismiss the possibility
of bigfoot attacks and he and Willis decided to press on.
About the time Cutter returns with Black Jack, Jax and
Willis are finishing up their recon and taking positions
near the cabin. Then, I hear over the radio that a bigfoot
got the best of Willis, leaving Jax to haul him back so
we can regroup. I gotta remember to keep my ass outta the
woods, seein' as how I don't wanna end up as a well-dressed
dinner for some hairy critter. Black Jack finally comes
to and Jax makes it back with Willis, so I begin to think
things will start running smoothly, now that we've run off
the local wildlife. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Anyways, Cutter and Jax strike back out for the cabin.
Apparently, the shark-woman wants to get a magical look
at the place to see if anything strange is going on. We
agree to follow behind in the vehicles, but that plan is
soon abandoned, when we hear vehicles speeding up the road
behind us. It's a darn good thing Willis has come to, since
we decide to grab what we can and bail out of the cars into
the cover of the woods. Just as we get clear, Willis's van
blows up, followed shortly by my car. Damn, I hate to see
a man lose his ride, but I really hate losin' mine. We guess
that the punks who whiz past in a van sportin' an LMG and
a passenger car are likely another team of 'runners, sent
to retrieve our target. Seein' as how they wasn't too worried
about shootin' up another man's car, I sure as hell ain't
gonna be too worried about puttin' a few holes in them,
once we catch up to 'em.
I radio Jax so that he and Cutter can clear out of the
road, since I really don't feel like haulin' back any dead
bodies and adding another name to Moon's Wall of Shadows.
That trigger-happy merc Lightning decides to reveal our
position by firing off a grenade round at the van in a desperate
attempt to slow them down. He draws some heavy fire from
that LMG as a result, and our asses are outta there. We
realize that we have a chance to stop them after they've
picked up our target, so we all take off for the fork in
the road, where we think we can head them off.
By the looks of things, I didn't figure myself the best
athlete amongst us, but I passed up Cutter and Jax on my
way to the fork, even though they had a good head start.
Fortunately for me, those two make it there just before
the van and the car come back down from the cabin. Because
of some lucky shots from my Savalette and Jax's skill with
his grenade launcher, we take out a tire on the van. It's
a good thing, too, since the smoke grenade I tossed went
wide. It ain't enough, though, 'cause the van keeps going.
By the way it's drivin' and shootin', I figure that van's
rigged, which is bad news for us.
Lucky for us, Black Jack arrives on scene as the car rounds
the corner, making our odds a little better. Jax and I abandon
our cover in an attempt to shoot out its tires. We all seem
to be thinkin' the same thing: the guy we want is gonna
be in that car. Cutter is nowhere to be seen, but I figure
she's aiming to get our mark when they bail out of the car.
Thanks to some wild shots from Black Jack, the car loses
3 tires and spins to a stop alongside the van. I don't know
what that LMG is shootin' at behind us, but it's not too
interested in me right now, so I move on in to back up Jax,
whose advancing on the van. At least they've stopped driving
As I'm coming around the edge of the trees, Jax comes over
the radio hollerin' about some Sammy whose cuttin' him up
bad. I start bookin' it towards him and get tagged by some
fool with an assault rifle stickin' out the back of the
van. I've been grazed by shots before, but they still sting
like hell. By the time I get to Jax, the Sammy has laid
him open with his 'spurs, but I got a stun baton with his
name on it. I was always a heavy pipe-hittin' brother, but
the extra kick in this little electric stick oughta do a
number on Mr. Spur.
As I join in the brawl, I hear shots and shoutin' coming
from the direction of the car. I'll just have to guess that
the noise is from Cutter and Black Jack doing their thing.
The Sammy lays me open pretty good, but me and Jax take
him down as his buddy the merc jumps outta the van. I see
that he's the punk with the assault rifle, so I give him
a cold look as I drop his buddy and say "Bring it."
Jax and I go at him, only to be stopped when the rigger
in the van comes over his loudspeaker and tells his team
to stand down and let us take the target. I'm relieved,
since me and Jax are tore up pretty bad, but I ain't about
to trust these guys. We train our guns on the merc as we
draw away, and I notice Willis bleedin' out on the ground
near the woods, his crate of grenades emptied in front of
him. Seems he took some serious heat tryin' to get to us.
I can't let a guy who took shots for me just lay there bleedin',
so I holster my Roomsweeper and carry Willis into the cover
of the woods with me.
Our crew regroups and Black Jack uses my medkit to stabilize
Willis. Cutter sets about to treatin' herself and the few
of us she can with her mojo. The little corp pissant we
came out here to retrieve has taken up whimpering over the
wound Cutter gave him before she realized who he was. I
put the pieces together and realize we need some wheels
to get home. At 5 AM on a Sunday, the only dude I know who'd
cross into the NAN for my ass is Trench, and he's gonna
charge big time. We ain't got any other options, so I make
the call and wake his big Troll ass up. Just my luck, he's
hung-over and can't come. He says he'll call a friend for
me, so I sit down to wait for it.
A few minutes of debatin' whether or not I'll need to buy
a new suit passes before I call Trench back and wake him
up again. He must still be drunk and went back to sleep,
since he's dozin' off while I'm hollerin' at him. I guess
the second time's a charm, since his buddy on this side
of the border calls me back and will transport all of us
back to Puyallup for 5 kY. We set up some coordinates for
a pick-up, but Jax notices the transceiver the mark's wearin'.
We trash the earpiece and I call our transport back to get
a new location.
Fortunately for us, Trench's buddy is good at his job,
and we make it back to a motel in Puyallup safely. I take
Willis to the hospital while Cutter calls Jared. He wants
to meet for the handoff tomorrow afternoon at Moon's.
I got my 7kY out of the job, as well as a new Americar,
courtesy of Jared. He did the same favor for Willis, replacing
the dwarf's van. Our whole crew now owes him a run for free,
but I'm down with that. I've owed a few favors in my time.
Sometimes, there's even a good windfall from ownin' up to
them favors. I'll just have to see. For now, I'm gonna kick
back and watch some more trid while I wait for the doc to
give me the all clear. The longer I'm in this place, the
less take-home pay from this run, and that means the sooner
I have to run again. Maybe Johnny Wong will have another
smuggling job for me soon.
Chronicler's Notes (Tim)
- 2200 - Cutter calls the team in the following order: Bootleg,
Black Jack, Jax, Willis, and Lightning.
- 2230 - Team meets at Moon's and discusses known intelligence
and possible strategy. The information given by Jared tells
the team that the mark's name is Shane McCormick, he does work
in security R&D for Corp A. He is known to be Mundane and
lightly cybered. There is evidence that he made his getaway
with the help of some Cascade Orks.
- 2245 - Team decides to head out in Willis's Bulldog van and
Bootleg's Americar, after stopping at Jax's place to grab his
heavy weapons gear. (Good thing he lives in Puyallup.)
- 2300 - Bootleg knows of several "openings" in the
NAN border fence used by smugglers traveling to and from Puyallup.
Team heads to closest one for recon and a crossing attempt.
Bootleg and Jax head out to scout and manage to figure out how
to open the fence, as well as noticing a gap in the security
camera coverage. Lightning's idea to shoot the cameras is roundly
- 2330 - Rest of team is up to speed on plan and will attempt
to drive vehicles through when Jax gives the signal.
- 2336 - Some poor driving by Cutter and Willis results in the
vehicles getting tied up and missing the window of opportunity.
Next gap in camera coverage comes in 15 minutes.
- 2351 - Team finally makes it across the border. Better yet,
no border patrols so far.
- 0151 - Bootleg had trouble remembering where to find a Cascade
Ork smuggler he knew worked the area. Team wastes an hour looking
for this guy. Team pays him 2k¥ for info he has on the mark.
Says the guy went by "Bob", an obvious alias. This
smuggler and his crew dropped the guy off around 5 hours earlier
at some remote hunting lodge. GPS coordinates are obtained.
- 0200 - Team gets within half a mile of hunting lodge, coordinates,
and decides to send in scouts, leaving Bootleg and Lightning
with the vehicles. Bootleg sets up a ruse by popping the hood
on the van and leaving his toolkit open on the ground next to
it. Cutter and Black Jack will cut through the woods and approach
cabin from the east, while Jax and Willis do the same from the
- 0230 - Black Jack is scouting ahead of Cutter when he gets
ambushed by an 8' tall hairy humanoid. The Sasquatch (as it
was later assumed) whomps the martial artist three times, knocking
him out cold with stun damage. (M, M, and S wounds) Cutter tries
to Manabolt the critter, but fails. As she engages the creature
in melee, Cutter lands a successful punch and casts Death Touch.
The Sasquatch fails its resistance roll and drops dead. Cutter
assesses Black Jack's condition and determines he'll be out
for a while, so she calls Bootleg to say she's hauling the unconscious
Adept back to the vehicles. Bootleg radios Jax and tells the
dwarves to look out for bigfoots roaming the woods. Jax and
Willis plan to scout out the cabin on their own.
- 0245 - Jax and Willis get to tree line next to cabin (within
20 meters). Their natural Dwarven thermographic vision shows
them heat and light coming from the windows on the sides of
the house. The back door and rear window show no signs of heat.
The chimney is producing smoke and no obvious security measures
can be seen.
- 0300 - Willis and Jax make their way around the back (north)
side of the cabin clearing, staying hidden in the woods. Jax
notices Willis is making more noise than he should be, so Willis
stays put on the NE corner and Jax continues down to the SE
corner of the clearing.
- 0315 - Cutter returns to the cars with the unconscious Black
Jack. Bootleg and Cutter plan to go sneaking back to the house.
Meanwhile, Willis gets jumped by an even larger Sasquatch and
is whomped 3 times. (L, M, and M wounds) Willis and Jax run
towards each other, but the Sasquatch cacthes up and knocks
Willis out cold with enough of a hit to overflow into his physical
damage. Jax arrives with knife drawn and tries to stab the beast,
getting whomped (M wound at least) in the process. Jax finally
manages to wound the critter, which promptly books it, figuring
the feisty little guys aren't worth bleeding over. Jax radios
back what has happened, and the team decides to refocus and
try to bring the other unconscious member around.
- 0415 - Jax returns with Willis, and Black Jack finally wakes
up. A new plan goes into effect: Cutter and Jax will scout ahead
along the road, while Lightning and Bootleg follow a quarter
mile back in the vehicles.
- 0435 - Willis wakes up soon after the scouts head out.
- 0446 - Bootleg, Lightning, Willis, and Black Jack hear cars
coming up the road behind their position, so they all (wisely)
bail out and take cover in the nearby woods, leaving the vehicles
by the road. Jax and Cutter decide to make a run for the mark,
but the plan sees a quick reversal when Willis's van is blown
up, followed quickly by Bootleg's car. Jax and Cutter dash for
cover as a van with an LMG turret followed by a passenger car
whiz past the burning hulks of the team's rides. [GM addendum
- while everyone else was staying under cover, Lightning decided
to shoot the LMG-equipped armored van with his grenade launcher.
That resulted in no damage but likely erased any doubts the
bad guys had about a) blowing up the vehicles or b) if there
was an opposing team to confront. The vehicles continued on
in spite of this, apparently intent on their mission and hoping
that being on foot would slow the opposition down sufficiently.]
Team decides to make a run for it, hoping to head the other
group off at the fork in the road. Five Athletics rolls result
in the following order of arrival for the team: Bootleg, Jax,
Cutter, Black Jack, Willis, and Lightning. [Willis and Lightning
roll poorly enough that they will actually show up a few combat
turns after the fight starts]
- 0500 (approx.) - Bootleg, Jax, and Cutter take up positions
to stop the van and car from leaving. Team assumes the mark
is in the passenger car. Jax fails to shoot out the van tire
with a mini-grenade, Bootleg's IR smoke grenade goes wide, and
Cutter's Lightning Bolt fails to effect the van. Bootleg fails
to shoot out a van tire, as does Jax's second mini-grenade.
Cutter starts moving up the road to intercept the car, once
the rest of the team brings it to a halt. Bootleg and Jax finally
manage to take out a tire on the van. Black Jack arrives and
begins moving through the edge of the woods.
- Black Jack, not known for being a crackshot, manages to take
out two of the car's tires at extreme range, all the while ducking
full auto fire from the van's LMG. Bootleg manages to take a
third tire out, and the car spins to a stop while trying to
edge past the van that had pulled off to the roadside. Willis
and Lightning arrive on scene as Black Jack gets caught with
a nasty burst from the van's LMG. Meanwhile, Jax has rushed
in close to the van, beneath the arc of fire for the LMG. While
looking for an opportunity, Jax is jumped by a cyberspur-wielding
Street Sammy who springs out of the van door and into an ugly
melee. Jax is cut up pretty bad in the time it takes for Bootleg
to arrive and lend a hand with his stun baton. Bootleg takes
a burst from an assault rifle that appears in one of the rear
gunports of the van. (M wound). Bootleg and Jax manage to knock
the Sammy out, but not before he nearly kills both of them and
his buddy the assault rifle-toting merc can jump in to lend
- Fortunately for the team, Lightning and Willis have been drawing
the van's LMG fire. Willis has been trying to advance with a
crate full of grenades under the cover of the smoke grenade,
but the rigger in the van manages to drop him with several nasty
LMG bursts. As Willis bleeds, Lightning disables the van by
taking out another tire and takes a burst himself. (M wound)
Cutter and Black Jack have managed to engage the mark and his
accomplices in the car. Cutter wounds the mark before realizing
who he is, but that wound was enough to make him drop out of
the fight, so the guy next to him could shoot the Shark-woman.
Cutter berserks from her wound and proceeds to use her katana
to slice and dice the guy driving the car. Black Jack moves
in for support and counts his blessings that Cutter manages
to avoid a kill-frenzy when she drops the driver.
- Just when things were about to get really ugly, the rigger
in the van orders his team to stand down, and our team takes
the mark, retreating to the safety of the woods. Cutter sets
about to Treating herself, as Black Jack uses Bootleg's medkit
to stop Willis from bleeding out.
Bootleg calls his combat rigger Buddy Trench, but the big Troll
is sleeping off a hangover and will send a friend on the team's
behalf. As Cutter casts more Treat spells, Bootleg waits for
the phone call that never comes.
- 0513 - Team hears sirens and figures it's the DocWagon, finally
come for Willis, their Platinum customer. After sounds of shooting,
presumably from the other shadowrunners, the DocWagon never
- 0515 - Bootleg calls and wakes Trench again, finally managing
to spur the Troll into action. Trench's buddy calls back and
will do the job for 5kY. Team agrees to meet the guy at a set
of coordinates before Jax noticed the transceiver in the mark's
ear. Transceiver is tossed and the guy is called back so that
new coordinates can be set for the rendezvous point.
- 0600 - Smuggler arrives and picks up team in his big-ass SUV.
- 0700 - Team safely delivered to motel in Puyallup. Cutter
calls and wakes Jared, who will meet the team at Moon's at 4
PM on Monday. Bootleg takes Willis to hospital.
- 0400 - Teams receives payment. Everyone gets a full 7 kY share,
and Jared replaces Willis's and Bootleg's vehicles in return
for owing him a run in the future.
Karma & Nuyen
karma : 6 pts. for full run, 3 pts. for half, minimum 2 pts. to
- 6: Cutter (6), Jax(9), Black Jack(6), Willis(6), Lightning(6),
- 3: ReemaSS(3), ReemaSM(3), Chavez(6), Trapper(3), Talon(7),
Doc(5), Seth(3), Confessor(3), Blaze(5), Mirage(5), Inadu(3),
- +2* Chronicler (Tim): Bootleg(8), Inadu(5), Junkyard(5)
- +2* War story: Corey/Jax (11), Bootleg (10)
* - they were especially detailed/good (just look for yourself),
so I gave them 2 karma.
- 7k: Cutter, Jax, Black Jack, Willis, Lightning, Bootleg
- 3.5k: ReemaSSa, ReemaSM, Chavez, Trapper, Talon, Doc, Seth,
Confessor, Blaze, Mirage, Inadu, Junkyard
- Bootleg lost his car and tool kit. Jared replaced the car
in return for a free run from the team in the future.
- Willis lost his Bulldog step-van, but Jared replaced it in
return for a free run from the team in the future.
- Lightning leaves the Shadowrunning business (new character).
- Black Jack pays for hospital (1500)
- Bootleg buys Vehicle tool kit (2000) & pays for Hospital
- Jax buys Ingram Valiant LMG (3000) & gyro-mount (2500)
& 200 rounds (400)
- Willis pays (2250) in hospital expenses
- Willis 50 rounds (100) & 2 clips Browning Max-Power (10)
Note: I charged half the time I should have for the hospital
time, but I let is slide this time.
- Black Jack - no wound effects, final wound level of Serious
but failed a Body(6) test and he has Low lifestyle, so he required
hospitalization. He spent 4 days and 1.5k.
- Bootleg - no wound effects, final wound level of 8 boxes (Serious).
Passed Body(6) test, but lifestyle is not High, so he needs
hospitalization until he gets better. He spends 2 days and 1k
nuyen getting down to moderate, heads home, and spends 2 days
healing the rest. [That 9 Body pays off]
- Cutter - she managed to heal her wounds, so she ends the run
- Jax - no wound effects; final wound level of moderate, passed
Body(4) test, and Medium lifestyle; so he can rest safely at
- Willis - He suffered a deadly wound, but did not suffer permanent
damage. He also did not suffer any Wound Effects. Lucky slot.
However, he does have to spend 11 days in the hospital, but
his Platinum DocWagon contract keeps his costs down to 2.25k.
- Jax(Corey) - Spent 1/2 month of Medium Lifestyle.
- Willis(Bob) - Spent 1/2 month of Medium Lifestyle.
- Black Jack(Ric) - Upgraded to Medium Lifestyle from 2 months
of Low (3000)
- Cutter(Reema) - Moves out of the flop house and into a Medium
- Bootleg(Tim) - Spent 1/2 month of Medium and Low Lifestyles.