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Post by Stefan [GM] on Jul 29, 2010 16:49:59 GMT -7
It was another slow night in Seattle.
The shadows are quiet. No contracts come in, no one offers any jobs. It's almost, as if the Corps made peace with each other. But we all know, that will never happen.
Maybe it was fate, but probably only a coincidence, that a handful of Runners found themselves in a little bar, called Sally's Beer-Bar.
The bar was located on the outskirts of the Redmond Barrens, close to the Renton district. A trash-metal band was playing on the stage left of the entrance, behind a cage. To the right of the door, there was a Minotaur, seemingly dead and padded. Though, whoever could see this Minotaur in the Astral Room would see an aura around it. It's name was Grunt and he was the bouncer.
On the counter of the bar, Sally, a dwarf, is running back and forth to serve his clients. From up there, he was taller than everybody else. Punks, trash, and gangers found themselves every night here. The Lady's Room was torn apart years ago, so that the door to the washroom ended up to be an exit to the ally.
Also, it was a very popular joint for Shadowrunners. In the back, there was a door, leading to an isolated room with a backdoor. Sally made some extra cash from renting it out to any kind of Johnson, that likes some privacy. And since an unwritten codex formed around this bar, an unspoken rule of discretion between Runners, it used to be a busy meet-up-point for both Runners and Johnsons.
It was here, that the hacker, UnFleshed One, was meeting an old friend from the past. Somebody was after this friend, or rather the information he held. As a former fixer and very professional Decker, those information could proof extremely dangerous in the right hands.
It was here, that UnFleshed One was offered 2.5 million nuyen to find the people, that were looking for his friend. He accepted, although knowing, that he will run into a lot of trouble on his search. Another team of veteran Runners, skilled and deadly beyond normal means, that is yet to be defined as friend or foe, is only one reason.
At the same time, Saint, an Elf with the looks of a goddess and a sense for business like the devil, was checking out the bar, hoping to find some Runners to hire and take advantage of the depressing shadowrun situation. After she collected a few people, that were all too willing to earn some cash, her troll companion, a bounty hunter from Russia, approached the hacker and recruited him. The Troll, she was able to follow the deal between UnFleshed One and his friend, was able to see the cred-stick holding 2.5 million nuyen; all thanks to her cyberware.
Although completely unsure, if that could ever be a good idea, UnFleshed One accepted to join the group. After all, he will need protection in all kinds and ways.
As the night went on, a group of Runners collected in the back of the bar, in the darkest corner of this joint. As it turned out, this group of people is the same group, that UnFleshed One might have to deal with. A group of veteran and very powerful Mages, Samurais and Enforcers. Friends or foes.
Next afternoon, the newly formed group met at Saint's penthouse, downtown Seattle. They settled the deal, promised the money at the end and traded the information, they needed.
The group now has a goal and a promising reward at the end. Though, they have to be careful; the runners involved are dangerous and extremely skilled. A wrong move could proof lethal.
Still, the shadows are quiet. But great things might just be about to happen. The tension of the calm before the storm can be felt by everybody.
The shadows are quiet. No contracts come in, no one offers any jobs. It's almost, as if the Corps made peace with each other. But we all know, that will never happen.
Maybe it was fate, but probably only a coincidence, that a handful of Runners found themselves in a little bar, called Sally's Beer-Bar.
The bar was located on the outskirts of the Redmond Barrens, close to the Renton district. A trash-metal band was playing on the stage left of the entrance, behind a cage. To the right of the door, there was a Minotaur, seemingly dead and padded. Though, whoever could see this Minotaur in the Astral Room would see an aura around it. It's name was Grunt and he was the bouncer.
On the counter of the bar, Sally, a dwarf, is running back and forth to serve his clients. From up there, he was taller than everybody else. Punks, trash, and gangers found themselves every night here. The Lady's Room was torn apart years ago, so that the door to the washroom ended up to be an exit to the ally.
Also, it was a very popular joint for Shadowrunners. In the back, there was a door, leading to an isolated room with a backdoor. Sally made some extra cash from renting it out to any kind of Johnson, that likes some privacy. And since an unwritten codex formed around this bar, an unspoken rule of discretion between Runners, it used to be a busy meet-up-point for both Runners and Johnsons.
It was here, that the hacker, UnFleshed One, was meeting an old friend from the past. Somebody was after this friend, or rather the information he held. As a former fixer and very professional Decker, those information could proof extremely dangerous in the right hands.
It was here, that UnFleshed One was offered 2.5 million nuyen to find the people, that were looking for his friend. He accepted, although knowing, that he will run into a lot of trouble on his search. Another team of veteran Runners, skilled and deadly beyond normal means, that is yet to be defined as friend or foe, is only one reason.
At the same time, Saint, an Elf with the looks of a goddess and a sense for business like the devil, was checking out the bar, hoping to find some Runners to hire and take advantage of the depressing shadowrun situation. After she collected a few people, that were all too willing to earn some cash, her troll companion, a bounty hunter from Russia, approached the hacker and recruited him. The Troll, she was able to follow the deal between UnFleshed One and his friend, was able to see the cred-stick holding 2.5 million nuyen; all thanks to her cyberware.
Although completely unsure, if that could ever be a good idea, UnFleshed One accepted to join the group. After all, he will need protection in all kinds and ways.
As the night went on, a group of Runners collected in the back of the bar, in the darkest corner of this joint. As it turned out, this group of people is the same group, that UnFleshed One might have to deal with. A group of veteran and very powerful Mages, Samurais and Enforcers. Friends or foes.
Next afternoon, the newly formed group met at Saint's penthouse, downtown Seattle. They settled the deal, promised the money at the end and traded the information, they needed.
The group now has a goal and a promising reward at the end. Though, they have to be careful; the runners involved are dangerous and extremely skilled. A wrong move could proof lethal.
Still, the shadows are quiet. But great things might just be about to happen. The tension of the calm before the storm can be felt by everybody.