We decided to play a short shadowrun adventure for some lighthearted fun, and fun it was !!!!
The Shadows have evolved!
The year is 2072. The world is not only Awakened—it’s wired. Cyber- and bioware implants make your meat body better-thanflesh, while the wireless Matrix enhances your perceptions with hyper-real senses. Deals are made in steel and lead more often than gold or nuyen; success and failure live only a razor’s edge apart. Creatures of myth and legend walk the streets, while the arcane skills of spellslingers are in high demand. Above it all, monolithic megacorps bleed the world dry, sabotaging each other in covert cutthroat competition as they go to war over the bottom line. You’re a shadowrunner, a street operative, scratching out a living on the mean sprawl streets. You may be human, elf, dwarf, ork or troll. From lethal street samurai to well-connected info brokers, spell-slinging mages to code-cracking hackers; no matter what, you’re a professional—corporate pawn or “deniable asset”—you get the job done.
ERIC The Adept
AKA Mr johanson used to work for the aires corporation in its paranormal research division until he found out that some of the research being carried out went beyond what he found acceptable, he accepted that all corporations used runners and that sometimes rules are meant to be broken but experementation on the down and outs should always be done in a way that he could rationalise and using them test the latest smart hunter drones went beyond the acceptable, erik decided that the seatle head of research at his facility had learn the error of his way and the head of operations decided to go slumming in the same district that the drones were being tested and suddenly he found himself in the target area with no idea how he got there, no coms equipment and his docwagon contract terminated, being a spellcasting researcher has its perks, eric decided that when the new head of research anounced that he was to push on with the research with the drones a constructive fire was called for, it got a little out of hand and as well as the reseach office most of the company offices were gutted in the fire luckily there was only two lives lost that night the second head of research and eric so mr johansen was born and the company decided that the research project should use new methods of testing. erics call to the district aterney for his dying confesion from the fire as to what was happening may have had something to do with this, mr johanson then entered the ten thousand daggers mercinary company as a combat mage and for several years toured the globe visiting hotspots in all of the major theatres of war before becoming a runner in his home town… he still ocasionaly belives that justice needs to be dispenced and several murderers and rapists have jumped from the platform into the way of oncoming trains, one even confessed on prime time trid show before jumping (control spells are a wonder of the modern age)
Havlock Bonesnapper the Bounty Hunter
My name Havlock Bonesnapper was an ex cop who was forced out for excessive force.Namely beat a child murderer to within an inch of his life (took being restrained by five officers to prevent killing him). Disillusioned with the justice system Simlack(afore mentioned murderer)got off due to lack of evidence and I was prosecuted/sacked and only avoided jail with the help of my mentor superintendent Lasarus.Spent the next two year as a mercenary in the jungles of south america working for the highest bidder.Eventually returned home and with the help of Lasarus got work in private security for a year before becoming a bounty hunter.Hunting the scum of the earth again this time without the restraints of the police,which is just how I like it. Contacts Lasarus mcruder Superintendant Police,Jason Delvin ex boss Morlin security,Housous Caracas local fence and boyhood friend(underworld connection)Samfard london ex mercenary currently bouncer in local club Wipeout(friend and underworld connection)Sarah Connerly police officer(ex partner-romantic interest)
One more side note, that child killer(Simlack)met with an unfortunate accident,seems he slipped and fell in front of a mag-lev train. Apparently the only way they could identify his body was through his DNA.The local press mentioned a tall bulky figure seen leaving the scene in a hurry but no one saw his face or how the guy “fell” onto the tracks.To this day the case remains open,along with several other high profile cases of mysterious deaths all involving nefarious characters.Unconvicted murderers rapists and the like,seems there may be a vigilante in the city.Oh well, I’m sure they wont be missed least of all by me.Funny headline in the paper the other day crime down 33% criminals running scared.If they’ve got any sense they will be scared straight,if not then they just may meet with an unfortunate accident.Hey,its a dangerous city out there,very dangerous now I’ve returned.
The Team – Havlock and Eric are old friends from the mercenary core, havllock runs the shadows for excitement, while eric knows if he ever shows himself again, ares will have him killed, his aim is to build enough cash to bring the major corp to its knee`s. Eric helped Havlock to “persuade” the killer simlack to throw himself infront of a train. They travel by taxi or bus and so the first thing on the list , lets get proffesional and get some transport. !!!
The nights starts with our 2 heroes clubbing and getting drunk ……………………………..
It’s the great equalizer. It’ll stop a troll the size of car as easily as the smallest dwarf or the thinnest elf. It ain’t a weapon, spell or even a dragon—it’s hunger. When it’s time to eat, you just gotta get the stuffers into your stomach before you go berserk. What are stuffers? They used to be called junk food or munchies. They’re probably just as good for you as nutrisoy and krill-filler, regardless of those ads from the Nutrition Council. When the pangs hit, there’s only one place to go (especially when the sun rises in about an hour) to find that kind of chow. It’s the place everyone loves to hate: Stuffer Shack.
As the team enters…… Great tracts of neon and fluorescent lights that leech away color to make everything a uniform, dull gray indicate that you have arrived at the home of synth-alcohol, soykaf, porno-simchips, Holohayo 3D greeting cards, pneumatic fluid for your bike, cheap fetish trinkets for the magical wannabes, soygrits, and a full line of stuffers with no redeeming nutritional or social value. Yep, the good ol’ Stuffer Shack, home to a smell you can’t recognize (and probably don’t want to) and thousands of nuyen worth of stomach-rotting chow. As an added benefit, t’s open 24-7-365. The store clerk is flipping through a holo-zine as his girlfriend sits on a stool next to the counter babbling incessantly about her completely uneventful day. A young couple in full punk regalia is shopping sullenly for cat food. A thin nervous man searches thice-cream cases frantically as though his life hung ithe balance. In other words, everything is normal for a Stuffer Shack, even at 4 am.
The team goes ther seperate way , Eric to find some snacks, Havlock to find something to detox…….
You look up as a mildly attractive elf woman enters the store with a wailing child in tow. You and the other clientele of the Stuffer Shack wrinkle your noses at the offending noise, which is spoiling the remnants of your Saturday night stupor. Suddenly a violent explosion erupts form the parking lot spraying glass and Stuffers across the room. The wall caves in and dangling fluorescent lamps spray sparks as they sway precariously. After a few moments of shocked silence, two large figures step through the gaping blast hole that used to be the front of the Stuffer Shack, guns drawn, faces tense. The uglier of the two shouts, “None of ya’s is gonna get hurt if ya keep yer yaps shut and stay outta the way. Now tell me where the lady with tha baby is and you all isgonna live to see sunrise.”
The elven women hides and its Havlock who acts first , throwing in a smoke grenade, the combat then ensure, shadowrun is a very brutal combat , guns, magic, spirits , its fast paced and high octane, when a third hitman appears , a dwarven street shaman, they knew it was going to be tough. . Eric took the shaman on , he summoned a fire spirit that engulfed the dwarf slowly burning him to death, while havlock layed waste with his shotgun, blowing the 2 hitmen away , and blowing the head off the shaman.
I made a mistake here so sorry , i should have said
The elf introduces herself as Lady nells a fixer of some repute, she worked for a Minor Record Company during the day, until the the boss knocked he up, not once but twice, and is now trying the get rid of her, she tells the team, she can get them work as payment for saving her life .
A few days later………………………………
You’ve gathered for a discussion of your employment prospects and a midnight meal at the Ork with the Gold Tooth Tavern, an excellent little spot in Renton for eggs-and-spam-flavored soy product. The place has a real name, but everybody just names it by the grinning face of some obscure comedian on a particularly tenacious poster for some long-forgotten comedy simsense flick, plastered to the boards covering the window by the front door. In rapid succession, each of your commlinks signal an incoming conference call from Lady Nell, your fixer. It’s flagged as extremely urgent. “People, I need your help, and I need it now. I’ve got a team under siege, and they need help, and they’re right across I-90 from you in Redmond. There’s 10,000¥ for you if you say yes right now, and another ten if you rescue them.
Thats where we left it…………………………………….