SEATTLE, 2077Police sirens wailed as the two cop cars wove through traffic, their bodies painted the distinctive black and gold of Knight Errant security. The lanes opening up for them as vehicles pulled off to the side, giving them a clear view of the truck ahead of them. Barreling ahead at almost 120 kph, the old army surplus truck had definitely seen better days, probably before the AmerIndian nations even arose. The cops had no trouble keeping pace, and the officers were just waiting for traffic to clear up for them to make a move.
Inside the back of the truck was a troll, standing almost 3 meters tall and just sitting there calmly. He even offered the police a polite wave, a near content smile on his tremendous face. The officers were almost certain they would have their opportunity once they reached the bridge ahead to block the truck and take them down. They weren't prepared when the troll suddenly stood up, pulled a massive sword, and then got enough of a headstart to leap from the back of the truck and towards the officers.
The first car managed to swerve, but the second faced the full wrath of the now angry troll, who brought the sword down hard enough that it easily ripped open the car's roof like a cheap aluminium can. The troll reached in, grabbed the two officers, and yanked them from the vehicle. They tried to grab their pistols, only to be slammed together and thrown ahead of the car to be crushed by its wheels. The troll then leapt from the car onto the other vehicle, the occupants startled and terrified as he used his massive hands to rip open the roof and crush the head of the officer in the passenger seat. He then leaned down and grunted into the officer's ear, "Stop."
The officer complied, shaking like a leaf. The troll suddenly resumed his happy grin and pat the officer on the head, before punching him so hard it snapped his neck instantly. Hopping off the car, he saw the truck turn around and approach from the other direction. He waited, then got a running start before leaping into the back of the truck as it passed, grabbing the handle on the back side to help himself inside. He cracked his knuckles and sat back down, looking up only when a nimble elf climbed from the front to join him. Her hair was a bright blue, and she had multiple tattoos and piercings all over her body. She slid up to him and gave him a tender kiss on the cheek, "Thanks, Brutus. You're the best."
A happy grin on his face, he settled in and relaxed. No heat for now, so they could drop off the package to the Johnson, and be on their merry way.
It was just after 3 in the morning when Brutus hopped down from the truck, entering into the sleazy strip club called Tits and Tusks along with his girl Bright Eyes and their driver, a dwarf that went by Dodger. Together, they went in and found a discrete booth that was big enough to let Brutus sit, with Dodger on his left and Bright Eyes on the right. One of the dancing Ork girls came over and tried to get a private show, but they were here on business. It wasn't five minutes later that a human sat down, dressed in a cheap button down shirt and slacks that made him look like the cheap customer that came to get off on big girls with big horns and teeth, but the team had seen him before when he'd worn an impeccable suit and looked the part of a corporate lackey through and through.
Drinks were ordered when the bare breasted elf waitress came by, and after being served the Johnson slipped her a fifty nuyen note to leave them alone for the next half hour. She slipped it into her panties and slinked off, with the human pulling the curtain closed.
"You have it?" he asked, all business. He'd dirtied up well, with a day's scruff and probably the same clothes he'd had on originally to add the authentic wage slave look to himself.
Dodger set the box on the table. It didn't look too fancy, but the Johnson picked it up and began to examine it carefully. He was reading the serial number and, since one of his eyes was now glowing, probably comparing it to the number he originally gave by reading both with his cybereye.
He finally looked up and nodded, taking a pair of credchips and setting them on the table. "12,000, as promised," he said, setting one of the chips down, then said, "And a bonus of 3,000 for being early." He set the other down, and then waited as Bright Eyes slotted both chips to verify the contents. A nod, and the Johnson stood up. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said, picking up the entire glass of beer and downing it in one go, before tucking the box under his arm and slipping out.
The three finished their drinks and headed for the truck. Another night's work for them done.
The Johnson, meanwhile, was already on the phone and making arrangements. He had what he wanted and had paid only a fraction of what it was truly worth, and with it he had grand plans for the Seattle Sprawl. Grand plans indeed.
Good evening everyone and I would like to say that it is kinda nice to be back. I am in the mood to start running a Shadowrun game, and I'd like it to be one centered around the madness that is Seattle in the late 2070s. Big things are happening in the Sprawl as some tensions die down while others flare, with corporations, rival nations, politicians, and even private citizens plot and plan to go about defining the future of this tiny bastion of the UCAS. And caught right in the middle of it all will be four to five very unlucky people who will unwittingly advance and hinder people's plans while trying to make a few bucks on the side.
My plans are simple and rather nuts at the same time. I want a group that is in it for the long haul, who will play and have fun as they watch the Shadowrun world implode around them into chaos and infighting. Their actions will define a city, and I want people who are cool with that concept while at the same time knowing they're just a bunch of punks to start off with. Will they make it and survive? Or will they be thrown into an incinerator and forgotten by the city at large, their contributions ignored and forgotten as the new regimes come in and take over.
So Omae, you in?
If the answer is yes, I need the following from you:
- A Character Sheet
- List of Limits (Not just kinks but also what you won't do)
- A commitment to posting at least once per week
- A positive attitude
I will be doing the dice rolls to keep things fair, and I will always post what you got (plus or minus modifiers as appropriate), and tell you how well you did. You should know the rules: no metagaming, no OOC drama, and no rule lawyering.
Hope to get some really positive responses!Version and Books
5th Edition Core along with Street Grimoire and Run & GunPlayers & Roles
Slot 1: Blinkin playing Yellow Jacket
, a Human Street Sam with an emphasis on firearms
Slot 2: TheGlyphstone playing Reise
, a Troll ex-professional bodyguard with a silver tongue
Slot 3: HopeFox playing Steppen
, a Human Motorcycle Adept
Slot 4: Muse playing ZZ
, an Elf Rock & Roll Decker
Slot 5: AndyZ playing Silkara
, a world weary Physical Adept
Slot 6: Jaded playing Gwenyvere
, an elven cat burglar