My first Shadowrun game, Was I too paranoid? Options

[ShadowDragon8685]

Okay, so Johnson calls me -at home- and says show up at Franscisco's at 6 PM, without any friends, and not carrying any artilliary. So I leave my minitank and my predator at home, and show up twenty minutes early. Another player showed up five minutes early.

The third said she was "Fasionably late." At this point, alarm bells start going off. Showing up late to the meet is likely to piss of Johnson, if not get you killed.

More on her later.


So J outlines the Run - the pay is 30,000 :nuyen: each. Paid after the mission, in the form of art objects and magical fetishes and other such stuff. At this point, I'm going "woah, waitaminute here."

I'm suspecting Rat here, and I don't mean the Totem. Think more along the lines of "plauge-infested devil rat with satanic fleas" rat.

The Run itself - it seems that J has in his possession a number of research faccilities a few hours' plane ride from Seattle, researching the Great Ghost Dance. It seems that one of those faccilities has gone offline, out of contact. So he wants to send in some professionals to find out what's wrong, whether or not it's just a rat chewed through the cable.

Did I mention that J is a troll of uncommon size, even for a troll?

So he and his compatraits (two trolls of more contemporary Troll size,) depart to allow us to speak it over. At this point, I'm telling the others, characters who apparently know each other ICly, but I don't, that I'm smelling a big rat here.

The dwarf woman (The one who was 'fasionably late') starts berating me, telling me not to 'piss my britches' and saying that if we talk about it, Johnson's in deep doo, so he'll pay us to keep our mouths shut.

At this point I'm just staring at her in shock. I take the time to remind her that if that's the case, then the price of bullets is certainly cheaper than the price of our silence. She tells my I'm being over paranoid and continues to berate my character.


So I walk. I tell the other elf woman, who had been quiet until then, that it would have been nice meeting her under other circumstances, but that I refuse to work with such unprofessionalism. (It's clear that I mean both Mr. J and the dwarf.) And I walk out. I go to a Stuffer Shack, buy a disposable cell, write it's number down, return to the bistro and give the number to a waittress, tell her to deliver it to the elf. Then I go home, bundle up my dependant and my rigger tank, and start driving. Going to ground, to lay low for awhile.


Was I reacting incorrectly? It smelled fishier than one of those giant floating canneries, and the level of unprofessionalism displayed by the dwarf made me uncomfortable, as a player and ICly. I instant messaged the DM on AIM, wondering if I was going to be making a post to the Stupid Player Death's thread after the game.