Sunday 12th March 2070
Six, Freedom, Ki-Rin, Drifter, Ash.
Previously...
Six and Ki-Rin had lost Ono, Ki-Rin searched frantically on the Matrix, while Six mobilised his contacts into scouring the streets for a Ford Americar known to be driven by O’Bannon, one of the notable anarchists. The hunt for the Juggler continues...
Six spoke to Snow and Ash and explained the problem that they were having. Ash joined Six, and Snow found a couple of runners he knew who may be able to lend their skills.
Six and Ash first headed to Mal’s place, assuming that the notable anarchists would take their wounded friend (Clive) there. They were not wrong, but the Notables weren’t prepared to talk and a firefight ensued.
After the gunsmoke cleared Ash and Six removed the bodies, using the Anarchists own vehicle (these bodies were later dumped in a bin by Ash) and they found that Clive was on the op’s table out cold with Mal working away.
Ki-Rin received a phone call from the Juggler, (who had discovered from Ono and Mr. Johnson through the use of Sodium pentothal, that Ki-Rin was not a wannabe Notable Anarchist but a runner after him) inviting him to question one of his captive.
Ki-Rin, unaware of the trap headed off, calling Six and Ash and letting them know that he is en-route. Six and Ash called in the extra support that Snow had suggested and all of them met not far from Hunters Point Naval Base where Ki-Rin was due to meet.
The naval base has gone through some changes and an old entrance, long since abandoned and blocked in, still has some checkpoint type pillboxes. One of these the Notable Anarchists had broken into, and had questioned Ono and Mr. Johnson. They then rigged the place with explosives, and tricked Ki-Rin into going along.
Ki-Rin spotted the explosives in the underground rooms carefully stepping over the laser trip wire and didn’t set the devices off, but assuming that his cover hadn’t been blown he decided to play along and waited for the Juggler to show up. Time ticked on and Ki-Rin shot at Freedom when he came down to help keeping up the pretence that he was a Notable Anarchist.
Eventually Mr. Johnson came round and apologised for telling the Juggler everything and blowing Ki-Rin's cover. Ki-Rin and Freedom set about disarming the bombs, successfully taking apart the bombs attached to Ono and Mr. J.
Happy that they were free Ki-Rin moved the laser trip wire out of the way. Which set off the remaining explosives in the corridor designed to bury the runners forever.
The remaining runners realised what had happened, and set about freeing their colleagues. Six set off to a construction site 5 miles down the road to liberate a JCB the other s started man hauling the blocks of collapsed concrete out of the way.
40 minutes later, Six reappeared with a digger and completed 40 minutes of hand rawling with two scoops. Ono was laid up in the digger bucket and they all fled the scene in a convoy lead by Six in the digger, with Ono the Troll recumbent in the front bucket, and the rest in a Stolen pickup with three deceased Notable Anarchists in the back, and Six’s autopilotted NSX2070.
Ono was dumped in Six’s garage with a note pinned to him explaining what happened. The rest returned to Mal’s place to question Clive.
Freedom went in to try and blag Mal by telling him that he was there to collect Clive, mistaking the 3rd St. Gym owner as Clive, Mal realised that he was being fed a line and sent Freedom out. Freedom returned a moment later armed with a pistol and stun rounds, he knocked out Mal and the gym owner, and casually walked out with Clive on a hospital gurney.
Clive was taken back to Ash’s place and brought round to have a chat with. Clive talked and answered all of their questions; he was then knocked out again and delivered to a nearby hospital to continue his treatment.
The runners knew that O’Bannon had an expensive apartment over on Sunset and they headed over there to stake out the place. Ki-Rin set up an alarm system that would alert them when O’Bannon accessed his room. The team then returned to Ash’s apartment to wait.
4 hours later, O’Bannon returned and the team headed off as quickly as they could, they headed into the building with the decker, Ki-Rin bypassing the security systems and they arrived on the floor. Men were leaving O’Bannon’s room with Samsonite cases; the runners took them out quickly. They realised that they were heading to the helipads on the roof and made a dash to stop them lifting off, Ki-Rin tried to disable a helicopter by crashing the pilots PAN but was unable, by the time the runners got to the roof the helicopters were up and away with most of the Notable Anarchists, O’Bannon and the Juggler.
Before the runners could plan their next move, Mr. Johnson phoned. Cross Applied Technologies pulled the run, they no longer needed the information that the Juggler would supply and left the runners out to dry. Mr. Johnson who had been saved by the runners from almost certain death by explosion offered to pay the runners the money owed, but they declined.
Cross Applied Technologies treat runners the same as any other corporation, disposable assets. They aren’t aware of the seeds of hate they have sown in this team and ripping them off may well come back to haunt the company.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Six's blog. Run 3 and 4
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Entry 4: 15.03.70
Drek. Frag. Drek-frag. This Shadowrunning lark ain’t all wine and roses you know. We’re up Kakalak Creek without an outboard. Hell, right now, we are minus, precisely, one Troll. And for all we know, tall, dark and scary has gotten his ass bagged and tagged…
It all started back on the 10th. Me and the Crew got a call from Snow, asking us to meet some Johnson from Cross Applied Technologies and help him out if we could. Now it wasn’t exactly a simple gig this Johnson wanted pulling and frankly it went from bad to worse from there on out. Seems there’s a team of corporate guerrilla’s out there in the Sprawl going by the name of the Notable Anarchists. They’ve pulled numerous hits on CAT and Johnson wanted their head honcho bringing in – only we’ve only got a fuzzy still from a security camera to base out investigation on.
However, the deal’s worth 45k to us so we’re not going to turn it down are we? Hell no. We hit research mode and quickly find out that while the Notable Anarchists are no great shakes, their boss is a guy called the Juggler. He was part of the original Neo-Anarchist movement about 15 years ago, has been a bit of a mover and shaker ever since and obviously has friends in high places – this dude’s Matrix record is watertight, not a sniff of info on him.
Ki-rinn decides to put Snow on the case, figuring he might have a few skills or programmes that we lack and Snow comes up with a hit the Notable Anarchists made on a Horizon site that went sour. A couple of their goons got their asses shot up and some Street Doc by the handle of Mal Practice was seen with the Juggler.
Now Mal is a much easier man to find so we cruise to his clinic over the Third Street Gym just to see if we can apply a bit of pressure and glean some information. Now Mal turns out to be a savvy sort of guy. He’s been around Runners long enough to know that a Street Doc is more use alive than dead – plus anyone who slots a Street Doc is gonna have to answer to his contacts, colleagues and clients, most of whom will be runners themselves and mighty miffed at the loss of their medical cover.
So Mal and Ki-rinn play deal ballet, dancing around the subject and trying to cut a deal. There’s something Mal wants – a NeuroToxin Fullblood Filter or NTFF. Mal’s not long lost a friend to a cocktail shot of DMSO and Neurotoxin and he’s pretty cut up because with one of these NTFF gizmo’s the guy’s life could have been saved. Mal says he’ll give us our info on the Juggler, plus a kickback or two, if we bring him the gadget.
An NTFF has a retail value in excess of two million Nuyen and I’ve left my wallet at home so we can’t just buy one. Mal tips us that DocWagon are loud and proud about having NTFF on standby for their Platinum contract customers so we head out to the nearest DocWagon site at Redmond. Redmond turns out to be a bit of a fortress. I turn on the charm, apply for a job as an ambulance driver and eventually get chatting to a paramedic. I’m hoping the kit’s in the ambulance and we can just drive it out but these machines are huge and only found in the operating theatres – the most secure zone of the facility.
Continues: 1/3
We think again and find out that El Centro Regional Medical Centre back in San Fran has one going spare. El Centro’s a public hospital so much more accessible than DocWagon and we relocate. Ki-rinn has a blinding idea and sets up an inter-hospital equipment loan. He does his hacking thang to make all the paperwork legit and I put the wheels in motion to source a car which I then fit out with fake plates and RFID so it looks like the El Centro medical transport. Plan works a charm and with Ono running distraction, we just walk in, wheel the kit out and drive it away.
So Mal’s stoked with his gear and everyone’s happy. He sings like a canary and tells us the Juggler was so grateful for the help Mal offered to his wounded friends that he gave Mal directions to a bar called Clive’s Dive and said that if he ever needed the Juggler’s help he just had to ask the barman: "What’s the best way to make people accept change?"
I’d done some research on known anarchist hang outs earlier and had already scoped this Clive’s Dive. The barman knew my face so I couldn’t go using the code word. We decided I’d head to the bar on the pretext of popping in for a beer. Ono would do likewise, but separately, then we’d wait to offer back up to Ki-rinn if necessary once he strolled in and laid the Juggler’s little code on the barman.
Again, it went off sweet as a nut. Ki-rinn managed to hook up with the Notable Anarchists but he was going to have to prove himself before they let a stranger clap eyes on the big man. So we found ourselves in Silicon Valley with instructions to support the Notable Anarchist’s cell as they made another hit on CAT. Ono and I played support, while Ki-rinn called in some crazy-ass, deaf old army buddy with a mad bomber complex to take out a power relay serving the district.
Ki-rinn and Flash found Lone Star crawling all over the place but managed to make the hit. They needed my help to pull their asses out of the fire and I picked up that my sled had been tagged on scanners. We had no idea whether it was Lone Star or the Anarchist’s scanning us but we couldn’t run the risk that our entire team had been compromised. Ono had managed to stay holed up without getting spotted so while he crept off separately to us, Ki-rinn and I ran defence as Flash made his escape. It was quite a rush man, high speed pursuit, car to car gun-fighting on opposite sides of a four-lane blacktop and the Firmpoint I’ve installed on the NSX really paid dividends.
Ono went to lay low near Clive’s Dive and I dropped Ki-rinn off so he could confront the Notable Anarchists and find out why it had all gone sour. I’d prepped a temporary paint job before the Silicon Valley hit so I ducked out to strip the car back down to it’s original paint. Ki-rinn’s heat had come from the Notable Anarchists who tipped off Lone Star to draw them away from their own target. That seemed reasonable – why should they have given a damn if Ki-rinn got busted – but given his escape, they were suitably impressed and revealed their target – the kidnap of our own fragging Johnson!
So there’s our paymaster general, tied up and bust up by the very people he’s paying us to take down. Tricky. O’Bannon, the leader of the cell, decides to play the straight man and take Ki-Rinn to meet the Juggler. Ono decides to go in and bust out the Johnson. I’m torn in fucking two man.
Ki-rinn’s heading off one way, alone and unarmed, to meet the target of our operation. Ono’s armed and armoured trying to bust out the one man who’s going to pay us for completing our operation. I’m torn and I made a call. A bad call. The wrong call. Instead of picking one or the other, I sit on the fence and try to support both of them, try to position myself mid-way between the two to be an FRT for either and instead I just get caught in No Man’s Land.
Continues: 2/3
Ki-rinn gets his ass jammed and I’m out of contact with Ono because he’s going into a gun fight. I wait 15 minutes and try to contact them both – I get nada so I wait 15 minutes more. Still nothing, from either of them. This is crazy, I’m not helping anyone so I blaze back to Clive’s Dive. The Dive is in darkness but Ono’s bike is still outside. I approach cautiously and sneak inside, splitting my attention between my own route and a quick scan of the bar that I run through a drone. Inside, I find the place deserted.
There are signs of a scrap but the only trace of the Johnson is a single Armani shoe and all I find of Ono is his prized katana, stuck point first into the floor at the threshold of the pub like some sort of warning.
I hear traffic approaching and blaze out back to my car. Turns out O’Bannon has bought Ki-rinn back, alive, and we hook up to compare notes as soon as he can get away. He’s met the Juggler. Even been given a PAYG so he can be contacted with any little jobs the Notable Anarchist’s need doing. Ki-rinn’s slowly getting in on the inside but there ain’t no sign of Ono and I think I didn’t do nearly enough to back him up. As soon as Ki-rinn’s PAN got jammed, I should have given his frosty ass up for dead and looked out for my boy.
Ash is gonna fucking pound on me for this…
I’ve pulled over to use a Cyber-Café for a piss and to post this Blog. I’ve got Kitty and the rest of the racers out pounding the streets. Hell I’ve been on the road for hours myself, criss-crossing and recrossing the city looking for one of the few Notable Anarchist vehicles I’d recognise, hoping against hope to catch them while they move him or something. I just don’t know what else I can do.
Mood: Desperate
Ends: 3/3
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Entry 4: 15.03.70
Drek. Frag. Drek-frag. This Shadowrunning lark ain’t all wine and roses you know. We’re up Kakalak Creek without an outboard. Hell, right now, we are minus, precisely, one Troll. And for all we know, tall, dark and scary has gotten his ass bagged and tagged…
It all started back on the 10th. Me and the Crew got a call from Snow, asking us to meet some Johnson from Cross Applied Technologies and help him out if we could. Now it wasn’t exactly a simple gig this Johnson wanted pulling and frankly it went from bad to worse from there on out. Seems there’s a team of corporate guerrilla’s out there in the Sprawl going by the name of the Notable Anarchists. They’ve pulled numerous hits on CAT and Johnson wanted their head honcho bringing in – only we’ve only got a fuzzy still from a security camera to base out investigation on.
However, the deal’s worth 45k to us so we’re not going to turn it down are we? Hell no. We hit research mode and quickly find out that while the Notable Anarchists are no great shakes, their boss is a guy called the Juggler. He was part of the original Neo-Anarchist movement about 15 years ago, has been a bit of a mover and shaker ever since and obviously has friends in high places – this dude’s Matrix record is watertight, not a sniff of info on him.
Ki-rinn decides to put Snow on the case, figuring he might have a few skills or programmes that we lack and Snow comes up with a hit the Notable Anarchists made on a Horizon site that went sour. A couple of their goons got their asses shot up and some Street Doc by the handle of Mal Practice was seen with the Juggler.
Now Mal is a much easier man to find so we cruise to his clinic over the Third Street Gym just to see if we can apply a bit of pressure and glean some information. Now Mal turns out to be a savvy sort of guy. He’s been around Runners long enough to know that a Street Doc is more use alive than dead – plus anyone who slots a Street Doc is gonna have to answer to his contacts, colleagues and clients, most of whom will be runners themselves and mighty miffed at the loss of their medical cover.
So Mal and Ki-rinn play deal ballet, dancing around the subject and trying to cut a deal. There’s something Mal wants – a NeuroToxin Fullblood Filter or NTFF. Mal’s not long lost a friend to a cocktail shot of DMSO and Neurotoxin and he’s pretty cut up because with one of these NTFF gizmo’s the guy’s life could have been saved. Mal says he’ll give us our info on the Juggler, plus a kickback or two, if we bring him the gadget.
An NTFF has a retail value in excess of two million Nuyen and I’ve left my wallet at home so we can’t just buy one. Mal tips us that DocWagon are loud and proud about having NTFF on standby for their Platinum contract customers so we head out to the nearest DocWagon site at Redmond. Redmond turns out to be a bit of a fortress. I turn on the charm, apply for a job as an ambulance driver and eventually get chatting to a paramedic. I’m hoping the kit’s in the ambulance and we can just drive it out but these machines are huge and only found in the operating theatres – the most secure zone of the facility.
Continues: 1/3
We think again and find out that El Centro Regional Medical Centre back in San Fran has one going spare. El Centro’s a public hospital so much more accessible than DocWagon and we relocate. Ki-rinn has a blinding idea and sets up an inter-hospital equipment loan. He does his hacking thang to make all the paperwork legit and I put the wheels in motion to source a car which I then fit out with fake plates and RFID so it looks like the El Centro medical transport. Plan works a charm and with Ono running distraction, we just walk in, wheel the kit out and drive it away.
So Mal’s stoked with his gear and everyone’s happy. He sings like a canary and tells us the Juggler was so grateful for the help Mal offered to his wounded friends that he gave Mal directions to a bar called Clive’s Dive and said that if he ever needed the Juggler’s help he just had to ask the barman: "What’s the best way to make people accept change?"
I’d done some research on known anarchist hang outs earlier and had already scoped this Clive’s Dive. The barman knew my face so I couldn’t go using the code word. We decided I’d head to the bar on the pretext of popping in for a beer. Ono would do likewise, but separately, then we’d wait to offer back up to Ki-rinn if necessary once he strolled in and laid the Juggler’s little code on the barman.
Again, it went off sweet as a nut. Ki-rinn managed to hook up with the Notable Anarchists but he was going to have to prove himself before they let a stranger clap eyes on the big man. So we found ourselves in Silicon Valley with instructions to support the Notable Anarchist’s cell as they made another hit on CAT. Ono and I played support, while Ki-rinn called in some crazy-ass, deaf old army buddy with a mad bomber complex to take out a power relay serving the district.
Ki-rinn and Flash found Lone Star crawling all over the place but managed to make the hit. They needed my help to pull their asses out of the fire and I picked up that my sled had been tagged on scanners. We had no idea whether it was Lone Star or the Anarchist’s scanning us but we couldn’t run the risk that our entire team had been compromised. Ono had managed to stay holed up without getting spotted so while he crept off separately to us, Ki-rinn and I ran defence as Flash made his escape. It was quite a rush man, high speed pursuit, car to car gun-fighting on opposite sides of a four-lane blacktop and the Firmpoint I’ve installed on the NSX really paid dividends.
Ono went to lay low near Clive’s Dive and I dropped Ki-rinn off so he could confront the Notable Anarchists and find out why it had all gone sour. I’d prepped a temporary paint job before the Silicon Valley hit so I ducked out to strip the car back down to it’s original paint. Ki-rinn’s heat had come from the Notable Anarchists who tipped off Lone Star to draw them away from their own target. That seemed reasonable – why should they have given a damn if Ki-rinn got busted – but given his escape, they were suitably impressed and revealed their target – the kidnap of our own fragging Johnson!
So there’s our paymaster general, tied up and bust up by the very people he’s paying us to take down. Tricky. O’Bannon, the leader of the cell, decides to play the straight man and take Ki-Rinn to meet the Juggler. Ono decides to go in and bust out the Johnson. I’m torn in fucking two man.
Ki-rinn’s heading off one way, alone and unarmed, to meet the target of our operation. Ono’s armed and armoured trying to bust out the one man who’s going to pay us for completing our operation. I’m torn and I made a call. A bad call. The wrong call. Instead of picking one or the other, I sit on the fence and try to support both of them, try to position myself mid-way between the two to be an FRT for either and instead I just get caught in No Man’s Land.
Continues: 2/3
Ki-rinn gets his ass jammed and I’m out of contact with Ono because he’s going into a gun fight. I wait 15 minutes and try to contact them both – I get nada so I wait 15 minutes more. Still nothing, from either of them. This is crazy, I’m not helping anyone so I blaze back to Clive’s Dive. The Dive is in darkness but Ono’s bike is still outside. I approach cautiously and sneak inside, splitting my attention between my own route and a quick scan of the bar that I run through a drone. Inside, I find the place deserted.
There are signs of a scrap but the only trace of the Johnson is a single Armani shoe and all I find of Ono is his prized katana, stuck point first into the floor at the threshold of the pub like some sort of warning.
I hear traffic approaching and blaze out back to my car. Turns out O’Bannon has bought Ki-rinn back, alive, and we hook up to compare notes as soon as he can get away. He’s met the Juggler. Even been given a PAYG so he can be contacted with any little jobs the Notable Anarchist’s need doing. Ki-rinn’s slowly getting in on the inside but there ain’t no sign of Ono and I think I didn’t do nearly enough to back him up. As soon as Ki-rinn’s PAN got jammed, I should have given his frosty ass up for dead and looked out for my boy.
Ash is gonna fucking pound on me for this…
I’ve pulled over to use a Cyber-Café for a piss and to post this Blog. I’ve got Kitty and the rest of the racers out pounding the streets. Hell I’ve been on the road for hours myself, criss-crossing and recrossing the city looking for one of the few Notable Anarchist vehicles I’d recognise, hoping against hope to catch them while they move him or something. I just don’t know what else I can do.
Mood: Desperate
Ends: 3/3
Run 4. The Notable Anarchists Pt. 2
Six, Ki-Rin, Ono.
The runners were tasked with finding and bringing to Cross Applied Technologies a man who has been masterminding a guerrilla war waged on the corporation’s assets. One man who knew how to get in touch with this Juggler was a St. Doc. Called Mal. He would part with the information if the runners got hold of a bit of medical equipment called an NeruoToxin blood filter. NTF. The runners had found one of these expensive bits of equipment at a Docwagon facility but were thwarted by the security measures put in place…
Friday 10th March 2070
The runners pull back from the hit on the Docwagon place due to insurmountable security and Ki-Rin hooks up to the net and finds that a Medicare US hospital has two of these machines. Medicare doesn’t have the resources to throw as security in the same way Docwagon do, so they head on over to the medical centre to see what they can find.
A few hours of mooching around the hospital turns up one of these machines hooked up to a patient, the other in an operating theatre. Ki-Rin gets the idea to instruct the hospital via the Matrix that the machine is due for transfer and gets hacking to make it happen.
Six heads off to acquire a ford Americar estate from Hertz-San-Fran. Legally hiring the car, he then preps some fake plates and ditches the RFID tag. The team of runner’s head back to the hospital to “collect” the NTF machine, Ono ran distraction while Ki-Rin and Six took the unit with barely a sniff from security.
Taking the unit back to the St. Doc, they get paid the agreed amount and Mal tells them about the time he tried to save three Notable Anarchists after they got shot up on a job-gone-sour. The Juggler told him to go to Clive’s Dive and gave Mal a code phrase to use if the St. Doc. Wanted to get in touch with him. This phrase Mal passed to the runners.
Saturday 11th March 2070
The runners went to Clives dive, Six had already made contact with the bald headed owner, Clive, so didn’t want to use the code. Ki-Rin opted to lead this part of the investigation, with Ono in situ as heavy back up.
What is the best way to get people to accept change? Ki-Rin posed the question, and Clive replied it’s not to give them a choice! Clive, a signed up member of the Notable Anarchists went to inform the cell who were operating from his bar that someone had used the code and eventually sent Ki-Rin to meet the men gathered upstairs.
O’Bannon, the leader of this little cell introduced his gang. King, a black human, Shortstock the dwarf, Builder another human and Book the bespectacled man with his head in a book.
They were planning a hit on Cross applied technologies and Ki-Rin was given the option to get involved. Ki-Rin suggested that he could blow up a substation as a distraction this would surely draw the heat away from the real hit. They shook hands and agreed a time.
Ki-Rin made his way to the substation, with a contact called Flash who loved his explosions, unaware that O’Bannon had tipped off Lone Star about the attack on the substation to draw the cops away from their real target 15 miles away. Ki-Rin did manage to blow the sub-station, but had to make a flighty getaway.
A couple of hours later, the runners got together and Ki-Rin phoned O’Bannon to find out what happened. O’Bannon invited him back to the club where they could talk some more. The Notable Anarchist cell leader revealed to Ki-Rin that he had not told him the truth about their intended target, and that he had phoned Lone Star himself so that they would be successful. O’Bannon revealed to Ki-Rin the hostage that had been taken by the rest of the cell, a Cross Applied Technologies Employee, The runners contact and paymaster for the job to bring in The Juggler, Mr. Johnson.
O’Bannon decided to take Ki-Rin to meet the Juggler and after meeting and liking the young decker he gave him a phone on which he would call when he wanted Ki-Rin’s input.
Meanwhile Ono took it upon himself to rescue the Mr. Johnson. Kicking the door down, the big troll was met by Clive, who was not about to have his Dive trashed by this runner. They fought and the ruckus downstairs brought the rest of the notable Anarchists down to the aid of their man, the enigmatic Book took the Troll down with a spell and he slipped into a deep sleep.
Ki-Rin had met the target, The Juggler, and was now waiting for the call.
The Notable Anarchists captured the runners contact, Mr. Johnson, and Ono joined him when superior numbers thwarted his rescue attempt.
Six was unable to help either Ono or Ki-Rin and felt guilty for letting his team down. He made some hurried phone calls and roused everyone he knows to start scanning the streets for the Americar that O’Bannon drives.
To be continued…
The runners were tasked with finding and bringing to Cross Applied Technologies a man who has been masterminding a guerrilla war waged on the corporation’s assets. One man who knew how to get in touch with this Juggler was a St. Doc. Called Mal. He would part with the information if the runners got hold of a bit of medical equipment called an NeruoToxin blood filter. NTF. The runners had found one of these expensive bits of equipment at a Docwagon facility but were thwarted by the security measures put in place…
Friday 10th March 2070
The runners pull back from the hit on the Docwagon place due to insurmountable security and Ki-Rin hooks up to the net and finds that a Medicare US hospital has two of these machines. Medicare doesn’t have the resources to throw as security in the same way Docwagon do, so they head on over to the medical centre to see what they can find.
A few hours of mooching around the hospital turns up one of these machines hooked up to a patient, the other in an operating theatre. Ki-Rin gets the idea to instruct the hospital via the Matrix that the machine is due for transfer and gets hacking to make it happen.
Six heads off to acquire a ford Americar estate from Hertz-San-Fran. Legally hiring the car, he then preps some fake plates and ditches the RFID tag. The team of runner’s head back to the hospital to “collect” the NTF machine, Ono ran distraction while Ki-Rin and Six took the unit with barely a sniff from security.
Taking the unit back to the St. Doc, they get paid the agreed amount and Mal tells them about the time he tried to save three Notable Anarchists after they got shot up on a job-gone-sour. The Juggler told him to go to Clive’s Dive and gave Mal a code phrase to use if the St. Doc. Wanted to get in touch with him. This phrase Mal passed to the runners.
Saturday 11th March 2070
The runners went to Clives dive, Six had already made contact with the bald headed owner, Clive, so didn’t want to use the code. Ki-Rin opted to lead this part of the investigation, with Ono in situ as heavy back up.
What is the best way to get people to accept change? Ki-Rin posed the question, and Clive replied it’s not to give them a choice! Clive, a signed up member of the Notable Anarchists went to inform the cell who were operating from his bar that someone had used the code and eventually sent Ki-Rin to meet the men gathered upstairs.
O’Bannon, the leader of this little cell introduced his gang. King, a black human, Shortstock the dwarf, Builder another human and Book the bespectacled man with his head in a book.
They were planning a hit on Cross applied technologies and Ki-Rin was given the option to get involved. Ki-Rin suggested that he could blow up a substation as a distraction this would surely draw the heat away from the real hit. They shook hands and agreed a time.
Ki-Rin made his way to the substation, with a contact called Flash who loved his explosions, unaware that O’Bannon had tipped off Lone Star about the attack on the substation to draw the cops away from their real target 15 miles away. Ki-Rin did manage to blow the sub-station, but had to make a flighty getaway.
A couple of hours later, the runners got together and Ki-Rin phoned O’Bannon to find out what happened. O’Bannon invited him back to the club where they could talk some more. The Notable Anarchist cell leader revealed to Ki-Rin that he had not told him the truth about their intended target, and that he had phoned Lone Star himself so that they would be successful. O’Bannon revealed to Ki-Rin the hostage that had been taken by the rest of the cell, a Cross Applied Technologies Employee, The runners contact and paymaster for the job to bring in The Juggler, Mr. Johnson.
O’Bannon decided to take Ki-Rin to meet the Juggler and after meeting and liking the young decker he gave him a phone on which he would call when he wanted Ki-Rin’s input.
Meanwhile Ono took it upon himself to rescue the Mr. Johnson. Kicking the door down, the big troll was met by Clive, who was not about to have his Dive trashed by this runner. They fought and the ruckus downstairs brought the rest of the notable Anarchists down to the aid of their man, the enigmatic Book took the Troll down with a spell and he slipped into a deep sleep.
Ki-Rin had met the target, The Juggler, and was now waiting for the call.
The Notable Anarchists captured the runners contact, Mr. Johnson, and Ono joined him when superior numbers thwarted his rescue attempt.
Six was unable to help either Ono or Ki-Rin and felt guilty for letting his team down. He made some hurried phone calls and roused everyone he knows to start scanning the streets for the Americar that O’Bannon drives.
To be continued…
Thursday, March 16, 2006
More NPC's
A brief write up on the np-characters who are making the life of the runners intresting.
Snow.
Snow brought the runners together and has a hand in their dealings. He moved from an active runner role in Seattle to a more fixer-orientated role in San Francisco, a task that the charismatic albino man excels at. He is an enigmatic man, telling the runners nothing of his past; careful with everything he says and does he is a difficult man to pin down.
Jesus Raul.
Jesus is a Hispanic gangster who has managed to get embroiled with the Shadowrunners activities. They busted him once when they found him knocking off a jewellery store, which annoyed him but he was going to let the loss of face go as they could have killed him and didn’t. When a week later they implicated him in a raid on a shopping mall by hiring a van under his name, an act which resulted in him spending time in the slammer, he has decided to get even.
Phil/Freddie.
Phil and Freddie are a couple of surfers who were recruited by Ash to carry out a robbery on a shopping mal. Phil and Freddie have destroyed too many brain cells with excessive pot smoking and peroxide hair colouring, and as a result they got themselves arrested and are set to spend the next two years of their life in a prison.
Mal.
Martin Practice is a once brilliant surgeon who was struck off the medical register after a series of fatal mistakes on the operating table. He took his questionable skills to the streets where there is always a need for doctors who don’t ask questions and he has proven to be a capable doctor. Affectionately called Mal by his friends and patients, he is a likeable man who runs his street surgery from the back of 3rd Street Boxing Gym.
The Juggler.
The Juggler is an elf who heads a guerrilla group called The Notable Anarchists. He claims to be against the unjust burden placed upon the world by the corporate superpowers. Despite these claims some of the actions of The Notable Anarchists have brought into question his real motives.
Officer Tony Velez.
Tony Velez is a traffic cop for Lone Star who drives one of the new SAAB Dante unmarked pursuit cars. He has recently moved from the Richmond district of California to San Francisco after complaints were made regarding his style of policing in Richmond. He has seen some case files (Six, Ash and Ono) wiped clean by Lone Star Captain Duncan Croner for no apparent reason. And because of this he has decided to pay special attention to those individuals to see what they have over Croner.
Snow.
Snow brought the runners together and has a hand in their dealings. He moved from an active runner role in Seattle to a more fixer-orientated role in San Francisco, a task that the charismatic albino man excels at. He is an enigmatic man, telling the runners nothing of his past; careful with everything he says and does he is a difficult man to pin down.
Jesus Raul.
Jesus is a Hispanic gangster who has managed to get embroiled with the Shadowrunners activities. They busted him once when they found him knocking off a jewellery store, which annoyed him but he was going to let the loss of face go as they could have killed him and didn’t. When a week later they implicated him in a raid on a shopping mall by hiring a van under his name, an act which resulted in him spending time in the slammer, he has decided to get even.
Phil/Freddie.
Phil and Freddie are a couple of surfers who were recruited by Ash to carry out a robbery on a shopping mal. Phil and Freddie have destroyed too many brain cells with excessive pot smoking and peroxide hair colouring, and as a result they got themselves arrested and are set to spend the next two years of their life in a prison.
Mal.
Martin Practice is a once brilliant surgeon who was struck off the medical register after a series of fatal mistakes on the operating table. He took his questionable skills to the streets where there is always a need for doctors who don’t ask questions and he has proven to be a capable doctor. Affectionately called Mal by his friends and patients, he is a likeable man who runs his street surgery from the back of 3rd Street Boxing Gym.
The Juggler.
The Juggler is an elf who heads a guerrilla group called The Notable Anarchists. He claims to be against the unjust burden placed upon the world by the corporate superpowers. Despite these claims some of the actions of The Notable Anarchists have brought into question his real motives.
Officer Tony Velez.
Tony Velez is a traffic cop for Lone Star who drives one of the new SAAB Dante unmarked pursuit cars. He has recently moved from the Richmond district of California to San Francisco after complaints were made regarding his style of policing in Richmond. He has seen some case files (Six, Ash and Ono) wiped clean by Lone Star Captain Duncan Croner for no apparent reason. And because of this he has decided to pay special attention to those individuals to see what they have over Croner.
Run 3. The Notable Anarchists Pt. 1
Friday 10th March 2070
Six, Ki-Rin, Ono
Five days had passed since the sortie on the Shopping Mall. Lone Star have been keeping an eye on a couple of the runners who they think could have been involved but the arrest orders have been belayed for the time being. Ash decided to lie really low, took his boat and went fishing.
Snow had headed off to Seattle but received a call from a Mr. Johnson who wanted to put a team together. Unable to do the meet, Snow passed the job direct to the team who were happy to have a talk with the suit.
The Johnson was from Cross Applied Technologies and he wanted to employ the runners to find the man leading a series of guerrilla attacks on CAT properties and bring him to the corporation for questioning.
The terrorist group proclaimed to be called The Notable Anarchists and apart from a still photo taken from a security video, nothing was really known about the leader of this group. The runners started the legwork as soon as the Johnson left. Ki-Rin let his computer programs do the searching, while Six tapped his contacts.
In a short space of time, Ki-Rin had found that this group had been active for about 18 months, and were deemed to be “low risk”. All records of the leader had been purged from the matrix, but a file photo of a young man who looked like their elven guerrilla leader, who was involved in a riot 15 years ago put a name, The Juggler, to his face. Ono got hold of some security footage of one of the raids and analysed the technique and guessed that these raids were well co-ordinated and could be the work of runners.
The team surmised that there was more to this man and his activities than first seemed but they couldn’t place his motives. Was he a disgruntled ex-employee? Was he a shadowrunner himself who was working for a rival corp? Was he some kind of fixer, lining up these hits on Cross Applied Technologies?
Six went out to check out some neo-anarchist styled bars, and managed to convince the owner of Clives-Dive that he was a wannabe anarchist and arranged to come back to talk about starting some activist type activities. On his way back to tell the rest of the team about his success, a driver in a SAAB Dante goaded Six into a bit of a street race. Six took the bait and after Six had filled 5 minutes of the unmarked cop cars camera with illegal driving, the Dante flicked on his blues and twos. Six booted it, and the Dante lost the street racer…. For now.
The team were at a loss, and contacted Snow to see what he could deduce of the evidence they had gathered so far. Snow quickly read through the info that they sent him and noticed that a couple of the Notable Anarchists had been killed in a raid against another company, he made a few calls following up that lead.
He came back with the name of a St. Doc. Called Mal, who was at the scene of this attack and had tended to the mortally wounded before Lone Star arrived. The runners headed straight round to 3rd Street Gym, where Mal ran his clinic.
Mal claimed to know of the Juggler, and offered to help but at a price. He wanted an expensive bit of medical kit for his street surgery. And would tell the runners what they needed to know if they got it for him. This NTF Neuro Toxin blood Filter machine cost a cool two mil, and although surprised when Ki-Rin demanded a kick back for getting the machine, he was prepared to empty the street clinics coffers of 10k to get this machine from the runner.
The runners headed off to a new Docwagon facility to see what all the fuss was about these machines. Docwagon have a very tight security system, and although Six tried every which way (including submitting his CV and real ID to Docwagon to get a job) he couldn’t get close to one of these machines.
The runners withdrew to consider their options and decided that a less well-funded private clinic could be the answer, and Ki-Rin searched the matrix for some locations. Medicare US has two of these machines at their San Francisco hospital, and although the private clinic was still in an AAA zone, they fancied that the well-funded Docwagon HQ was to be a more difficult nut to crack.
With that they headed off…
Six, Ki-Rin, Ono
Five days had passed since the sortie on the Shopping Mall. Lone Star have been keeping an eye on a couple of the runners who they think could have been involved but the arrest orders have been belayed for the time being. Ash decided to lie really low, took his boat and went fishing.
Snow had headed off to Seattle but received a call from a Mr. Johnson who wanted to put a team together. Unable to do the meet, Snow passed the job direct to the team who were happy to have a talk with the suit.
The Johnson was from Cross Applied Technologies and he wanted to employ the runners to find the man leading a series of guerrilla attacks on CAT properties and bring him to the corporation for questioning.
The terrorist group proclaimed to be called The Notable Anarchists and apart from a still photo taken from a security video, nothing was really known about the leader of this group. The runners started the legwork as soon as the Johnson left. Ki-Rin let his computer programs do the searching, while Six tapped his contacts.
In a short space of time, Ki-Rin had found that this group had been active for about 18 months, and were deemed to be “low risk”. All records of the leader had been purged from the matrix, but a file photo of a young man who looked like their elven guerrilla leader, who was involved in a riot 15 years ago put a name, The Juggler, to his face. Ono got hold of some security footage of one of the raids and analysed the technique and guessed that these raids were well co-ordinated and could be the work of runners.
The team surmised that there was more to this man and his activities than first seemed but they couldn’t place his motives. Was he a disgruntled ex-employee? Was he a shadowrunner himself who was working for a rival corp? Was he some kind of fixer, lining up these hits on Cross Applied Technologies?
Six went out to check out some neo-anarchist styled bars, and managed to convince the owner of Clives-Dive that he was a wannabe anarchist and arranged to come back to talk about starting some activist type activities. On his way back to tell the rest of the team about his success, a driver in a SAAB Dante goaded Six into a bit of a street race. Six took the bait and after Six had filled 5 minutes of the unmarked cop cars camera with illegal driving, the Dante flicked on his blues and twos. Six booted it, and the Dante lost the street racer…. For now.
The team were at a loss, and contacted Snow to see what he could deduce of the evidence they had gathered so far. Snow quickly read through the info that they sent him and noticed that a couple of the Notable Anarchists had been killed in a raid against another company, he made a few calls following up that lead.
He came back with the name of a St. Doc. Called Mal, who was at the scene of this attack and had tended to the mortally wounded before Lone Star arrived. The runners headed straight round to 3rd Street Gym, where Mal ran his clinic.
Mal claimed to know of the Juggler, and offered to help but at a price. He wanted an expensive bit of medical kit for his street surgery. And would tell the runners what they needed to know if they got it for him. This NTF Neuro Toxin blood Filter machine cost a cool two mil, and although surprised when Ki-Rin demanded a kick back for getting the machine, he was prepared to empty the street clinics coffers of 10k to get this machine from the runner.
The runners headed off to a new Docwagon facility to see what all the fuss was about these machines. Docwagon have a very tight security system, and although Six tried every which way (including submitting his CV and real ID to Docwagon to get a job) he couldn’t get close to one of these machines.
The runners withdrew to consider their options and decided that a less well-funded private clinic could be the answer, and Ki-Rin searched the matrix for some locations. Medicare US has two of these machines at their San Francisco hospital, and although the private clinic was still in an AAA zone, they fancied that the well-funded Docwagon HQ was to be a more difficult nut to crack.
With that they headed off…
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