Tropic Sun, Deep Shadows

Finding A Tempo
In which a robo crab fights a magic dog.

The remainder of the group ended up going more than a month without work and decided to go looking. They were pointed towards a wetwork job on a Miguel Rodriguez. They found out over the course of investigation, as well as with the assistance of two new recruits, that the greenhouse had plants that can be used in drug production as well as in the creation of Nitro. A full map was obtained, as well as information on the family, including Miguel Rodriguez, his wife Henrietta Rodriguez, Miguel Rodriguez Jr, and the daughter Maria Rodriguez. Pascal Bordello is the nanny, a large, bald Caucasian man with cyberarms.

Moment of Clarity got into a decking war with Miguel Jr while trying to get information on Miguel Sr.’s commlink, and ended up having a number of hellhounds sicked on him. He managed to kill the hellhound and covered himself in its blood in order to throw off the scent of the pursuers. He managed to make it to the highway where he attempted to steal a vehicle, unfortunately his lack of driving experience landed him in a ditch. Rekt was given a warning when the situation went to crap, and managed to create a papoose out of lead pipes and excess sheets. He arrived in the nick of time and managed to save Moment of Clarity, before taking a dose of Kamikaze, turning on his flash shield and charging the enemy – thinking that there was no particular chance of getting the bonus from doing it stealthy turned on the guards and gunned them down in broad daylight before disappearing into the jungle.

The group reconvened and decided that they would make the hit in a louder manner that night, leaving at midnight. Vent DeBout used the assistance of a spirit to gather a swarm of cats, and had his spirit possess a chupacabra. Clarity, with the assistance of 6-Gill, found a vehicle to hack into and use. They rolled up from the back road and went into the bunkhouse where the zombies lived. They used a crowbar to break through the door and went into the basement, trying to use the back entrance to push through.

While in the basement they found boxes filled with drugs, and ended up in a firefight against a few spirits, one of which being an ally spirit, as well as a host of guards and Pascal Bordello – the Supernanny.

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From the Jungles to the Ball Rooms

The group met the Johnson to collect their money while Rekt was invisible. The Johnson gave over a credstick which only contained 10,000 nuyen, when the party argued he gave another one filling out the rest of the sum, but as he got onto the boat a series of debuffing spells hit the group. Vent and Cat Lady were immediately paralyzed while Rekt was unaffected. 6-Gill was debuffed but not paralyzed, and jumped into the water. The group quickly took out nearly everybody on the boat, while leaving the teenage girl alive, and Vent turned into a snapping turtle and went into the water. At this point most of the visible threats were dealt with, but there were at least two individuals firing arrows from the trees, and the young girl had disappeared.

An unknown party caused Rekt to see red, going berserk and turning his attention on the group. He killed the girl’s hellhound, then jumped under the water to target both 6-gill (knocking him unconscious and sending him downriver) and using grenades to kill Vent. Unfortunately, in doing so he nearly drowned. DocWagon responded and, just in time, managed to save him, but handed him over to the police. Before he could be booked Rekt ran away.

Cat Lady got lost in the jungle and had an encounter with a free spirit, and was forced to trade off her karma, going into debt to the spirit, in order to get her freedom, but made it back to town before being spotted and taken in for questioning by the police. The police were under the impression that she was a kidnapping victim, and she left unmolested.

6-Gill got turned around and it took him two days to return to Havana, but he did arrive unmolested.

On December 21st, after a severe verbal berating from Lurick, he sent them to meet the Johnson for a new job, told to be an extraction. The group went to meet a Johnson in a hotel for a next job, and were greeted by the maid. The Johnson stood about 5’11, looked to be about 60 with a full beard, groomed and combed. White short cropped hair, looked to be mexican or southern white, possibly mixed race. The group met him while he was bathing and he came out in a purple bath robe. He offered drinks and informed them that with their current numbers (6-gill, Cat Lady and Eclaire)

Robert M. Pendleton, a lead developer on Ares Thor Shot, and a leading member of his field developing space technology. The group was informed that they would receive no direct reprisal from Ares due to it being an inter-company matter, simply because they were refusing to sell him to Horizon. A new Horizon hotel is opening and hosting a party. The party will be held on the 4th floor in a complete grand ball room on New Years Eve. Mr. Pendleton will be accompanied by Tammy Nicholes, a horizon supermodel and his girlfriend / +1. There will be a number of movie stars, models and singers, along with their +1’s, including Robin Felandri, starring in the most recent Star Wars film and other sci fi / fantasy. The Johnson requested an autograph.

The hotel is 50 stories tall. The sublevel is primarily for the workers, for storage and the kitchens. There is a parking garage across the street, built on the eastern beaches in Horizon’s territory. There is a private dock reserved for VIPs, yachts and cruise ships. Mr. Pendleton will be accompanied by Daniel Wilson, a captain of Knight Errant, rejected from Firewatch multiple times. Knight Errant will be providing security. Do not kill Robin Felandri. Do not cause mass murder.

Mr. Pendleton has bright blue eyes, physically fit and messy hair. He seems to be well-liked. Tammy Nicholes, is a fairly standard model, though a redhead, very plastic. Daniel Wilson has obvious cyberarms, stubby nose, brown hair, brown eyes. Obviously white.

An extraction from a Horizon building,

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Eyes on the Horizon
The Worst Part Of A Party Is Finding The Right Heels

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said “The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.” While von Goethe was famous for his poetry, the man had a beautifully twisted mind, in fact his erotic works were some of his best.

I don’t have a bad memory, in fact my job requires me to be able to remember everything with stunning clarity, but putting things to text is a good way to filter through events and, as von Goethe would say, admit limitations and get nearer to perfection. In this light, I’ll be keeping logs of my new foray into Shadowrunning.

On the 23rd of December, 2077, I was called up and told to meet with a distasteful dwarf by the name of Lurick. The savage ran a sandwich shop that smelled painfully curdled soy – I imagine he hasn’t cleaned his stove in years. I convinced Lurick to give me 10,000 nuyen up front for the purposes of bribes – money I would end up needing – and went to meet the crew.

It appears that there has been a high mortality rate with this group, with the longest running being a quiet, augmented human by the name of 6-gills. The other was a female troll named Sonya. She seemed to have no idea of why she was there, or what she was expected to do, was wearing a ratty hooded sweatshirt and stank to high heaven. Unfortunately, I had already taken Lurick’s money.

Sonya stayed at Lurick’s place and rather gorged herself while 6-gills caught me up to speed on the job. Apparently Lurick was caught off guard by the woman, and took the time to explain the situation to her, and before long I received a message from Sonya saying she had a better understanding and asking how she could contribute. I told her that she needed to get a dress, a shower, perfume. The basics to attend a high society function. A few hours later she sent me a message with her covered in blood. I’m not sure what else I should have expected when I asked a Russian Troll to be resourceful and get money. I told her to collect the loose cash, drugs, ammo and similar and guided her through the process – presumably she has them where she is staying.

Breaking down the problem, I realized we needed security information, and the guest list if we were going to infiltrate a high society party and extract this rocket scientist, so I called up the party manager and left a message, trying to convince her I needed a copy of the guest list for the purposes of avoiding allergies. She was away for Christmas so I turned to the second part of the job – getting information on security.

I went to a local knight errant watering hole and strip club – a lovely, if somewhat sad girl was working the table and took me to the back. Unfortunately I had to keep cover as an CASian looking for company on Christmas Eve. Over the night, and far more soy-based whiskey than I ever planned to suffer through, I convinced one of the officers to call up his boss – the bodyguard of the target we would be extracting – and have it out with his boss. I managed to pick up a handful of names, enough to pass on to Webster who, with some pointed prodding, was convinced to do what he does. He got back to me on the 28th with some truly useful information. I swear that man is the physical embodiment of the DMV – infuriating, corrupt and with far too much access to people’s information.

With his information I was able to track down one of the people doing security who was struggling with gambling debts, after a cost of 6,000 nuyen (This is why I asked for a sign on bonus) I managed to convince him to hand over security information on the party. He ended up scouting me out at the payment dropoff after hacking my metalink, so I destroyed the phone to prevent him from tracking me in the future. Still, at least it shows intelligence. Idiots are horribly prone to periods of moral confusion. I got ahold of 6-gill and told him to break into the second floor – the employees only section with only stair access. He did say he was adept as breaking and entering, lets hope he can avoid the cameras.

With that done, I had a meeting with Yvone Slandis, the party manager for the hotel. After an infuriating wait and a 50 nuyen hot milkshake mascaraing as a mocha, I was escorted through a building that was, as far as I can imagine, built as a monument to the uncanny valley and single-tone architecture and design reminiscent of the modern styles of the very last hairs of the 1900’s.

Yvone came off as an obsessive, whose identity was firmly embedded in her career – manipulable, but dangerous. I’ll be storing a metalink with the Benjamin Sharpe identity in a PO box I rented as she was asking more questions than I rather like, though I did seem to convince her that I was an understudy for the person heading catering, working as a secretary and personal intern. Horizon is familiar enough with the practice of hiring skilled help for free on the basis of “exposure and experience” and the promise of an eventual job that I don’t think it should take much to believe. I did get the guest list all the same, and I’ve sent it around to 6-gill and Sonya, and I’m in the process of picking out a nice woman who needs a +1.

6-Gill also lent Sonya enough money for a quality SIN, though at a fairly cruel interest rate. It’s a cruel business.

What we know so far -

1st Floor – Lobby, Cafe, Fenced of Pool w/ 2 pool bars
2nd Floor – Employees Only. Stair access
3rd Floor – Club. 1 door that says employees only. 4 elevators and stairs. Dance floor is over the ocean. Jacuzzi
4th Floor – Private spa, sauna, oasis themed pool with water falling from the walls. Conference rooms.
5th Floor – Garden, heavy AR, artificial sun. Reflecting pool, with trees in the center.
6th Floor – A pair of restaurants. Authentic Cuban, Asian Fusion
7th Floor – A pair of restaurants. Itallian, and Vegan Food
8th – 30th Floor – Economy Rooms
31st – 48th – Luxury Rooms
49th – 50th – Penthouse Suites
Parking Garage across the street

Yvone Slandis – Party Manager
Benny Dubai – Club Manager

Party will be on the 3rd floor.

The rigger handling the drones goes by Toby.

Daniel Webster – Serving with KE for 15 years. Havana for 2. Secretly gay. Reason he was passed over for Firewatch was due to failure of mental aptitude tests. Lacked self-control and ability to adapt on the fly. Heavily augmented. Cyberams. Very good quality eyes and ears. Very good sniper. Good unarmed combat.

The hotel is covered in cameras but lacks other sensors, including audio. The elevators have MAD scanners in them, but it’s a subtle affair. The only location without cameras is the bathroom. There are roughly 20 knight errant units on duty that night, with an HTR on site with 10 individuals. The ceilings drop dobermans, and each hallway has turrets, likely the fairly standard and ubiquitous Ares Arms Sentry V, but the turrets are equipped with Ares Alphas. The Ares Arms Sentry V is a rail system without wireless access however, which makes them highly mobile and unhackable.

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The Rich and the Snooty
Never trust an "eccentric" elf.

So I’m going to make this one short. I got pulled into this crew and I’m half-regretting the decision so far. The Johnson was an Ares type, with all the vibes and the overly fancy dinner where he gave us our job was damn near painful. Just about injected myself with some slab to make my way through it. He told us that Sonya, a troll adept of some sort , was our leader. I had some reasonable reservations on that one, starting with fuck you, but I kept my tongue bit.
The rigger, a guy named Scrounge is quiet, the doctor doesn’t seem to be too much of an idiot, and I was on astral and spellcasting. We also had an elf. I forget her name. My earbuds must have been screwing up, everytime she spoke I kept hearing obscenities. Hmm. I don’t own earbuds. Strange.

The job was a protection gig, should be easy. Elf-Bitch bargained with the Johnson to use up more than her share on a jet ski, which was subsequently forgotten on the docks. We were to hop on a ship, pretend to be normal security, get to Houston and deliver a guy back to Havana. I’ll slip the details and names at the bottom.

So we headed to the beach to discuss plans. Sonya tried to prove herself to be the leader here and took the bitch seat on my bike. I was trying to play nice – didn’t do too well I think. Anyway, not much was needed for planning, not much warning to begin with. We were to be on the ship the next day. The basic plan was to get a keg of Guinness onto the ship, keep the mark drunk (He’s Irish, put Guinness in front of him and he’ll do the rest) and let him and the doctor compare brobdingnagian brainboners for the rest of the trip.

The first bit was fairly uneventful. Met people, walk around the ship and don’t get shot. Elf-Bitch filled her bunk with grenades, managed to piss off the locals who had the cushy lookout jobs, and made a huge fuss in every way. Sonya took to catching fish, I took to catching fish better and cooking it in the med bay. Elf Bitch took half a dead fish to the kitchens and, unable to speak Spanish, started gesticulating until things were thrown at her. The captain punished her with a 36 hour shift, 12 on guard duty, 12 cleaning, then 12 on guard duty. She skipped the 12 cleaning and as a result the kitchen didn’t have pans in the morning, so no breakfast. A manhunt started as the captain’s dick size was questioned and the sailors were damn hungry.

I eventually found a life sign somewhere strange and found her, and chose to call it in (I’ve tried to keep my tone neutral so you may not have noticed I disliked the elf. Nothing too much against elves in general, just this one.) The crew thought she was stealing, or at least up to something nasty. The ship was pretty obviously up to some illegal activities, something that our first stop to pay tribute to a pirate fairly well confirmed (This occurred previous to the breakfast incident, but was uneventful.) The captain might have thought she was a spy. Either way, the rest of the group threw her under the bus, and let her take a few knives for the team before being sacrificed for posterity’s sake. Good riddance.

Target: Rodger McGafrey
42 years old, born and raised Ares type. No accolades, never excelled, never fired, never transferred. Robotics expert. Uncle of Bryce McGafrey, a candidate for Ares Space who has been in the program for 2 years (currently 17).

Captain: Enrico Gonzollas
Head of Security: Arturo Diego, ex-pit fighter from Aztlan under stage name of “Diego Savage”.

Ship Rigger: Todo

First Mate: Carlito, a tuskless 6’4" ork.

The ship previously has been hit by the Slaughter House, but nothing too specific was taken. Hard to get info on the matter. First leg of the current trip is to get to Houston and pick up a shipment of drones.

Just for shiggles, we looked into the bounty prices of the Slaughter House crew.
Hackjob – 500,000 million nuyen bounty, 2 million alive.
Crawler: 250,000 nuyen. Dead Or Alive

Oh, and there was something about a code, I really wasn’t paying attention at this bit, brain aneurysm from Elf Bitch, but here’s the code: 578234516

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Big God Damned Heroes
Who uses a flamethrower in a rain forest?

The captain put us down on the island of Jamaica, specifically in a poverty-stricken city of Kingston. The captain, after the bit of trouble with Elf-Bitch, had decided we were to sit on guard duty on the boat. Sonya consulted with our doctor and they made a plan to evenly spread everyone around the boat. I told them to stuff the plan. It was a stupid plan, and I don’t follow orders from some overblown…..

Trying to keep nonbias. These records are for prosperity. Sonya and I threw words back and forth, i managed to offend a few of the crew with my use of the T-word – and she took a few of my lagers. Disrespectful. That’s what it was about really. Don’t touch a man’s lager and order him around. Optimized guarding plan…phh.

Moving on, we got an emergency call from the ground unit, they were under attack during a pickup and needed immediate backup. We ran into the city, found a vehicle, I tore off the door while Sonya tried to bribe the owner and Scrounge hot wired the thing (Old style vehicle.) Sonya tried to wind surf from the top. When we got to the warehouse, we saw everything was basically on fire. We took out the locals who were using shoddy, homemade flame throwers. One died to a troll-propelled car door. A few fire spirits tried to screw with us, but to no effect. We managed to save who we could, and another fight on leadership started.

Sonya wanted to get out of there, I put my foot down and said we were going to bring back the cargo and the three bodies of those who died. Some hot words were thrown out, and I told her to get out. I walked back to town (with something magical following me the whole way) and payed a few hundred to borrow a truck without working breaks (The fact the breaks didn’t work was not given to me before the purchase) but I managed to make my way back to where I had hidden the goods. A spirit was hanging out in the area, nothing hostile, but it was curious all the same. I left a few reagents for it to munch on (I’m assuming they eat them? The hermetics I used to work with called them dog treats.) and started to leave when the rest of the team showed up.

Sonya demanded I let her ride on my roof, accused me of trying to take off without her, and in the end forced me to promise I wouldn’t run off. Couldn’t wrap her head around why I wanted to take the bodies back to the crew.

In the end we saved the day, got the cargo back, and were Big God Damn Heroes.

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Resident Evil 4.5
Where the Zombies move from Mexico to the Caribbean

After the events of the previous weeks, the ship headed to the island of Borinquen, once known as Puerto Rico. In the Az-Am war, Borinquen got the worst of it, with Aztlan targeting the dragon Sirrug and wiping turning the island into a wasteland. At this point, the island is slums on top of slums. Some rebuilding efforts exist, but nothing organized. Smells like shit. Only one bar, and the only thing on the tap is rubbing alcohol.

We were told to find a few new recruits from the dregs of the island and I decided to leave that to our revered leader. Sonya quickly managed to find one person – a random ork who was willing to try his hand at the test to “Shoot her and if you miss, I hit you.” Lurick patched the rest of us in with someone else – the self proclaimed “explosive specialist” by the name of Twitch. So a random pickpocket who can shoot a troll the size of a barn from a few feet, and a guy with a thing for explosives. At least I didn’t have to sit for the interviews.

When we got back to the boat, we found out our doctor hadn’t shown up. Not by the time we were going to set off either. Sonya got in my face and demanded I do some magic detecting, not knowing what she was talking about, and we ended up setting off on foot to get the idiot’s ass out of the fire. We tracked him down to a hospital that had been renovated into a slum town and I picked up a few signs of spirits in the area. I know Sonya tried her hand at the local brand of trade and managed to break some things – I hunted down a few nasty spirits who weren’t much help, but were living comfortably in dead bodies. Following a rumor I sent Sonya up to the fourth floor (I myself was busy – no need to explore up there on my own) but she came back down cowering like she saw a ghost. I decided it was probably a sign of bad juju and we chalked the doctor up to dead.

When we got back to the ship, we found out that Scrounge, our rigger, had found himself on the wrong side of a “zombie shark” – a dead shark that had been possessed by a spirit. He took care of the bastard handily, but there was still a fisherman who had been giving us the eye all day, all spirit possessed and whatnot. I had planned to let him go, but with the situation as it was, I axed him in the face and sent his spirit scurrying, let’s hope the Valkyries take the poor bastard to Valhalla.

We had left a speed boat behind the ship which was on a schedule, and tried to catch up before we lost fuel. We made good time, but an astute assensing (which got in my eyes and messed with my more mundane vision) showed signs of overwhelming greed, some element of plotting and malice, and the same spirits on the ship. Infuriated after the death and horror on Borinquen.

When I got to the ship, I marched right to the Captain, but not before Scrounge managed to spray Todo’s (The ship’s rigger) spirit possessed brains across the wall. Todo had managed to disable the guns, the cameras, basically the whole “Security bit” most likely to leave us dead in the water for whatever pirate crew was hiding among the dregs of Borinquen.

I was done with the captain though, called him out, pointed out (quite nicely I’ll note) that he was a damned idiot. He flared up with some magic fear aura and sent us all running. I managed to get just enough control for a moment to jump myself with a cocktail of drugs, but the damn injector screwed up and gave me a bonus dose to regret. It was enough to Irish me up (The phrase actually doesn’t refer to giving courage, but giving you a chance to do something damned stupid) so with Odin’s blessings on my tongue, I called for a mutiny of the crew and charged in. I got a few good swings into the black-blooded bastard before he threw himself out of the window and let the Captain hit the deck – the spirit no doubt took off.

Can’t attest to the heroic of the rest of the crew much, but I believe Sonya started throwing grenades, and the other spirit-possessed bodies on the crew gave Twitch a chem-grenade bath, left by our favorite elf-bitch.

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