Yet another FuelDrop Shadowrun diary Options

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((OOC: I may have to change characters to help balance the group, so I'm not naming the thread after DOA. Hope I don't have to change, I kind of like her. Special Australia day public holiday game tomorrow, so that should be good (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif) ))

02/11/2070.

Arrived in Seattle. Sill feel ripped off, our smuggler charged us an arm and a leg for a cramped up cargo hold. Her name’s El’telana, which I believe is the elvish word for “Pretentious poser”, and she drives a t-bird she’s dubbed the ‘Faroth’. She insists it means ‘Hunter’, but I believe the proper translation is “I’ve-trawled-the-lord-of-the-rings-wiki-for-cool-sounding-words”. In spite of all this she got us here in one piece and put us in contact with one of the local gangs. Not the ancients, in spite of her claims that she’s well connected with them, but that’s probably just as well. Have managed to secure a lease on an unoccupied basement in gang territory. Not fantastic, but it should be defensible and well hidden. It’ll do for now. Also got a lead on a street doc. Another elf, this one going by Celinia. She’s a mage of some description which is never a good thing, but whatever. Hooking up with her to get some meds this afternoon, then I can get to setting up our new digs.

Trevor handled the trip fairly well, all things considered, but he really needs fresh meds and preferably a trip to a proper hospital. I’m going to need to get some work and buy him a decent SIN before that can happen, so I need to start getting my name out ASAP.

03/11/2070.

I’ve worked out why the gang was willing to let us have this place. Other than the simple fact it’s an unfurnished basement it sits right on the edge of their DMZ with an orc gang calling themselves the Crimson Crush. This can only end well…

Feeling a bit lethargic, still getting used to the new drugs. At least these ones probably aren’t radioactive. Scavenged some old office furniture from an abandoned office the next street up and hit the jackpot with insulation, so that’s bedding and soundproofing taken care of. I’m going to need to source a space heater of some kind before winter hits in full, but I may have a lead on that. Rigged up some frag grenades as a nasty surprise for anyone trying to sneak in, just in case. I really should look into getting myself an autoturret or something to guard the place while I’m out.

05/11/2070.

Got a call from a fixer by the name of Jenkins. Not exactly sure on this guy, but I need the work so I’ll check it out.

06/11/2070.

Well that was a waste of my f***ing time. Okay, starts out fine. I turn up and the crew is a bunch of muscle. There’s an orc ex-bodyguard, a farm-boy with a sword, and a troll who appears to specialize in punching stuff. So, the Johnson wants four drug dealers from the mafia assassinated, a human an orc and two trolls. No problem. Johnson’s offering 50 grand for the job, but I talk him up to 60. All routine stuff. At this point we get some more intel on the targets. Their stomping grounds are downtown. I haven’t actually been to Seattle’s downtown yet, but I hear that it’s not a massive radioactive crater. Should be something of a novelty.

So the Johnson leaves and I start asking the group about their assets and talents, with an eye to planning this operation out. This is the point where we run into our first problem: Neither farm-boy nor bodyguard have a SIN, not even a fake one. Good luck getting out of Redmond without one of those, chummers. So now I ask if anyone has access to some way to hide us from the myriad cameras that’ll be sure to cover downtown. No joy. We toy with sending the two of us with SINs to try and backtrack the suppliers for these guys with an eye towards rigging their next shipment to explode, but we abandon that plan because of too many variables. So we call the Johnson and ask about him hiring a decker. He says yes, but it’ll come out of our pay. At that point we politely tell him where he can shove it, and point out that he should have hired a decker as part of the team in the first place.

Not sure who to blame for this one, but I’m splitting it between the Johnson for not being clear with the fixer and the fixer for putting together a group that can’t do much beyond fight.

16/11/2070.

Got another call from Jenkins at 10 pm, tells me there’s a meeting in an hour. Head out to find he’s gathered together the same team as last time. The job is convoy escort duty going out to Boston. Well I need the cash, sure, but I’m not leaving Trevor alone for that long. I’ll find another way. The others look like they’re good with the idea so I bid them good luck and head home. I doubt I’ll ever see them again, as two melee specialists and a guy with an SMG is not a good team to defend a moving convoy. I mean seriously, are we the only runners on this guy’s roster or something? Maybe he’s pissed at us for not doing the last job and trying to get us all killed, I don’t know. Anyway, I’m betting I never hear from Jenkins again either. Good riddance.