Shadowrun Returns

A trunk full of bodies...
Sunday, January 1st 2060 -- 1:00am

As their two vehicle convoy headed through the Barrens, the entire group was taken by the sheer blight of the region. Factories that looked more like fortresses, buildings near to collapse but still inhabited, people aimlessly wandering, and the general squalidness of the region. The group headed north on the 202, Oddball driving his Land-Rover and Tom squeezed in behind the wheel of stolen Ford Americar. Having the highway mostly to themselves, they easily spotted the two up-armored Eurocar Westwinds speeding up behind them. For whatever reasons that drive go-gangers, they opened fire with a couple of AK-97s which didn’t do much other than scratch the paint on Oddball’s Land-Rover. Unfortunately, the five of them didn’t do much either even with Dax climbing out of the roof hatch on the tricked out Land-Rover and spraying rounds from Oddball’s SMG. Oddball was able to swerve out of the way before being rammed, but Tom wasn’t so successful. Being hit in the rear by a vehicle driven by a hopped up lunatic going 50 mph faster caused Tom to lose control and roll the stolen car down the slight embankment. The gang bangers also lost control and crashed their car as well. Being too cranked up on whatever cocktail mix flooded their bloodstream, two of the gangers survived and climbed out looking around stunned. They spotted Tom as he ripped off the door and clambered out of the little car. They snapped off a couple rounds at him before staggering away into the ruins of buildings nearby. Unfortunately, those rounds finished the job that the ramming, crashing, and rolling had started. Tom fell to the ground mortally wounded. Meanwhile, Bill’s wounds started healing up quickly and he was in good shape by the time Oddball had pulled over and made it back to the scene of the wreck. Explaining that Dax had taken out the other car with some accurate SMG fire, he quickly went about treating Tom’s injuries. Showing his dedication to healing the wounded, Oddball soon roused Tom back to consciousness although he looked like he had just been rammed, rolled, crashed, and shot. Nothing a little bed rest wouldn’t fix (if only he had a bed).

Realizing that the unknown go-gang had done the job they were hoping the Red Hot Nukes would take care of, the group headed back. Oddball dropped Ursula back at Nana’s, Dax back near the club where he parked his beat up Van, and as his last fare of the night in his luxury taxi, he dropped Bill and Tom at a motel with an ATM. There, they used the ATM to take out all the nuyen from the stolen cred-sticks and dropped them in the trash. They used some of the money to get a room and Tom tested the bed springs with his troll bulk while Bill grabbed a few hours rest in the other bed.

Meanwhile, Oddball headed back over the bridges to downtown Seattle. He called Crapgame on the way to say that they wouldn’t be meeting Big Fat Momma to which Crapgame gave him an earful and told him to bring a case of scotch the next time he came by (and not the cheap stuff). He did mention something about a possible job later in the week. After parking the Land-Rover in the secure lot, taking the Tube to his neighborhood, and walking home, Oddball finally got to sleep sometime around 3:30 – 4:00 am only to wake up a few hours later for his day job. Dax may not have bought him a single drink as a thank you for his contract work, but it was certainly a more interesting evening than his contract work at the office.

As Oddball slept between his 1,000 count Egyptian cotton sheets in his luxury apartment, Dax parked his beat up van in the parking lot of a Kennedy’s Used Electronics outlet store and settled onto the floor of his van using his long coat as a blanket. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard the noise only a large group of troublesome youths can make. He looked out to see around a score of Yellow Ponies approaching his van. After coaxing “Music Man” to open his door, the gang members assailed his nostrils with the smell of cheap soy-beer and fast-food vegetarian. After regaling him with their exploits, the intra-gang drama that is their life, and other insignificant rumors, they turned to business. Santana, the young hispanic Ork male with a cheap cyber-leg asked Dax to get rid of a private detective who’s been asking around for Santana in all his usual hang outs. He described the P.I. as a human male with long, wavy brown hair with a distinctive scare. Saying he would look into it with the agreement that if he did, the Yellow Ponies would keep an eye out for him and his van ensuring he wasn’t hassled in their territory, Dax was finally left in chilly peace to get what sleep he could before the Monday morning shoppers started honking at each other in a few hours.

Bill headed out to meet his mysterious contact from the night before at the waffle house nearby. Having nothing to his name, he grabbed one of the pistols he took off the Poli-clubbers, and ran the short way to the waffle house to stretch his muscles and get the kinks out. He met the short, male with blond hair who introduced himself as “Dancer” when Bill gave the name “Ted, Theodore Logan, Esq.” Over waffles, coffee, and bacon, Dancer and “Ted” went back and forth accusing each other of working for Mr. White “The Albino”. Not even knowing who Mr. White was or who he worked for, “Ted” finally convinced Dancer that he wasn’t some sort of trap. Dancer explained that Mr. White (who was in fact an Albino) worked for a company called Veridian Dynamics located the woods Southeast of Bellevue. They conducted Para-animal research and Mr. White was responsible for “picking up two lost strays” in the area, one of who was someone special to Dancer. Realizing that Dancer assumed he was a shapeshifter, Bill/Ted assumed that Dancer was as well and an uncomfortable silence passed between them as the waitress cleared their plates and refilled their coffee. Dancer pressed Bill/Ted to leave town or at the very least, leave Bellevue because he was in danger. When asked, he explained that he was planning on bringing down Veridian somehow, but it was obvious he didn’t have much of a plan.

There's no good parking in Newcastle
January 1, 2060 -- 10:30pm

After Oddball treated Nana’s gunshot wound, she regained consciousness but was still very weak, so the band members were planning to take her to her apartment in Newcastle so she could recuperate. Dax, Oddball, Tom, and Bill started discussing what to do with the Poli-club members who were unconscious but wouldn’t stay that way for long. Afraid that the one who Dax beat unconscious with his martial art weapon was bleeding in the mouth of the alley would draw unwanted attention, the group decided to load the bodies into the sedan the poli-clubbers came in. It was a tight squeeze when Tom the troll crammed in behind the wheel, but he and Bill turned the car around and were soon following the band towards Nana’s apartment. Dax jumped into Oddball’s very swanky Land-Rover forming the tail end of the convoy.

Unable to find a secure parking lot or even a space nearby, Oddball left his ride that cost more than most people’s houses in the area on the street a few blocks away. By the time they got to the apartment, the bodies had been carried in, Nana lay on the bed recovering, and Leopard the male Hobgoblin was sprawled out on the couch unconscious. Trying to play the good hostess, Sparrow (Leopard’s sister) made some tea while she explained that she and her brother left Iran because of racial hatred. They formed their band (Persian Desire) and worked their way across the North American continent until arriving in Seattle.

While the elf bass player, who introduced herself as Ursula, helped Tom and Bill secure the unconscious Poli-club members with strips of cloth, Oddball treated Sparrow’s brother for a nasty gash on his head from the butt end of a shotgun. He didn’t regain consciousness, but Oddball assured Sparrow that he would after some well needed rest. She introduced her brother as Jahan and herself as Tamara. She was grateful for their help, but was still suffering from shock and tried to make herself busy.

Dax had stepped away from the group and called his friend, Crapgame, about a way to get rid of the sedan that Tom had “borrowed”. After a bit of grumbling for being bothered on a late Sunday night, Crapgame set up a meet Monday morning with an Ork woman who runs Big Fat Momma’s Junkyard in The Barrens.

Meanwhile, Tom was putting his magical skills to good use and probed the minds of their “detainees”. He found out more information than was useful, but he came away with the access codes to their credsticks, the meeting place of their Policlub, and a good idea of their leader – a male human with a cybernetic right arm who calls himself “The Major”.

The group debated what to do with their captives after Ursula used a frying pan to ensure a few who were stirring would remain unconscious. After some debate, Dax suggested that they turn them over to a local Go-Gang called the Coal Creek Cutters. Knowing that the Cutters had several members who were “anti-human” and where they sometimes hung out, he assumed they could leave nearby and let racial tension take its course. With that, they loaded the bodies back into the sedan and headed out. Needing to look after Nana and her brother, Sparrow decided to stay at the apartment, but Ursula was more concerned that the Poli-clubbers wouldn’t get what they deserved which was a bullet in their brain pan as far as she was concerned. (Tom had tried to impress her by picking up one of the racists and using his Deathtouch spell, but it was less dramatic than he had hoped.) Oddball was now chauffeuring TWO “less than upper class” people in his pristine Land-Rover (Dax and Ursula) while Tom and Bill drove off with a four unconscious passengers.

After a short time, it became apparent that they were being followed by another sedan. The group took a little bit to confirm it and then tried to turn the tables only to lose their quarry and then have that same sedan start following them again. They decided to head up into the hills of Southeast Bellevue when the sedan sped up and cut off Tom and Bill’s stolen car. Oddball tried stunning the driver as he got of his car, but it wasn’t enough to drop him. The stranger, who turned out to be the unusual human from the club, warned Bill specifically that he was headed straight towards “them” and he should turn around. Better yet, he should leave town. After a brief exchange riddled with mistrust and paranoia, the stranger left with an agreement that he and Bill discuss this further in the morning over breakfast.

Getting back to their original plan, the group headed toward the club that Dax suggested only to find that there were no Coal Street Cutters there. Debating where to head to next, the group argued the merits of driving down to Puyallup where a Go Gang of Orks & Trolls called Forever Tacoma ran or over to The Redmond Barrens where he knew the Red Hot Nukes called a strip of highway theirs. Finally deciding that Dwarves beat Orks & Trolls, they headed in the Barrens.

A mage, two shaman, and an adept walk into a bar...
Sunday, January 1, 2060

After receiving some free legal work, Dax decided to thank his new found lawyer friend by inviting him out for a drink at a bar featuring an up and coming new band. The lawyer showed up in his pristine Land Rover and they met in front of the club before walking past the hulking, Troll bouncer. After admiring the talent of the young Hobgoblin lead singer for “Persian Desire”, Dax introduced himself and talked shop about the Seattle music scene. Meanwhile, one of the club’s new bouncers, a tough looking human male with a few days’ growth and the odor to match, made some witty comments.

The two newest bouncers, Tom the troll and his hairy, human friend Bill took a peculiar interest in one of the solitary patrons digging into his lamb with zest, but it seemed like nothing more than the ever watchfulness of temps looking to pull in some steady Nuyen.

All seemed well as the band played through their second set, but Dax was a little miffed that they didn’t invite him up to jam a little. He was willing to help the lead singer out with a lead on a gig at Wild Buffaloes, but he missed his cue when he turned down his chance to buy the singer a post show cocktail. As the band packed up, Dax and his quiet lawyer friend made small talk about their mutual acquaintance, Crapgame.

Meanwhile, Tom and Bill were chastised for not having even a basic telecom service by the head of security, Tony. They explained how they had just come up from the California Free States and had nothing but the clothes on their back and what they stashed in the alley prior to coming to work. Tony asked them to call when they get settled (I.e. Get a phone) and they headed out with a few extra Nuyen from a night’s work to find a dry, semi-warm place to sleep. They saw the two magically active humans who had been talking with the band earlier putting on their coats just as they were leaving.

Once all four were outside walking to their respective goals, they heard the unmistakable sounds of two quick shotgun blasts and some yelling from the alley behind the club. They moved at a brisk walk to see what was going on, but chose not to use the panic button call box. Instead they reached the mouth of the alley and saw what they soon realized were several humanis policlub members harassing the band. Two of the musicians were already down and the alleyway was blocked with the bigots’ sedan. Dax moved quickly, pulling what one would think were decorative punk rock style chains from around him to reveal an Asian martial arts weapon which he used to knock out the poli club member standing watch by the car. His lawyer, who had disappeared when the fighting started showed up after the group made it down to the band. The male hobgoblin keyboardist was laying sprawled unconscious near the older, female guitarist who had taken a shotgun slug to the chest. As bad as she looked, it was nothing compared to the young female drummer who had her brains splattered against the van. The lead singer and the young, female elf bass player were shaken up but otherwise unharmed.

They explained that the poli-club members were harassing them when things turned violent. Her brother, Leopard, tried to stand up to them but got beat unconscious and then things got real bad. After watching her friends get shot, Sparrow, the singer just froze. Lioness, the elf bass player, tried to keep the thugs at bay with a knife but before you know it, they were falling unconscious for some unknown reason and then the Troll and his friends showed up.


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