Session 1 Book 1 Chapter 1

[Shadowstarr]

Over the late afternoon and evening of the 21st, All the crew received messages or calls from a contact about a job opportunity. The clandestine meeting is set to unfold at Taylyn's Ranch Diner, perched on the precarious border between the UCAS and the Warrens. Each shadowrunner is discreetly instructed to identify themselves as part of the Johnson party upon arrival.

Location: Taylyn's Ranch Diner

Time: 08:00 A.M.

Taylyn's Reach Diner, a nondescript mid-range establishment,  hides in plain sight, in the urban jungle. The building is roughly square,  with a front parking lot and a network of service roads enveloping its periphery. The rear side, a stark contrast, reveals the unsightly underbelly – a domain of restaurant mechanics, trash-laden dumpsters, an external walk-in freezer, and a worn bench, a haven for the staff's nicotine rituals. Despite its unremarkable exterior, the diner boasts large glass windows lining the walls, allowing the gentle embrace of natural sunlight to filter through during daylight hours.

The interior, a fusion of retro sci-fi aesthetics, unfolds within the diner. Booths, reminiscent of a bygone era, host four to six patrons, accompanied by larger tables strategically placed. The servers choreograph their movements, attending to their duties, as approximately 70% of the tables already harbor occupants. Double swinging doors beckon towards the kitchen, positioned two-thirds towards the rear, while a set of more formal doors adorned with a sign reading "Banquet Room" suggest an exclusive enclave.

As the shadowrunners step inside, they are welcomed by the hostess – a genuine smile gracing the face of a young human woman in her early twenties. "Welcome to The Diner," she utters, seamlessly collecting menus from a stack on the counter. In response to the revelation of their affiliation with the Johnson party, she promptly directs them with a nod toward the Banquet Room.

Approaching the doorway, the runners catch sight of a lone figure, a middle-aged man seated nearby. Slightly overweight, dressed in outdated business casual attire, his attempt at grooming falls short. He scrutinizes the newcomers, acknowledging their presence with a subtle head nod as they make their way to the Banquet Room.

Entering the banquet room, the aroma of freshly cooked bacon wafts through the air, setting a curious juxtaposition to the shadowy dealings about to unfold. The space, half the size of the main dining room, features a few smaller tables along one wall and three large round tables evenly spaced down the center. On the other side, long tables host an array of breakfast delights – plates, chilled beverages, insulated coffee pitchers, and food warmers containing a spread of bacon, sausage links, scrambled eggs, French toast, and pancakes. A door at the back wall suggests an exit to the outside.

Seated at one of the large tables near the rear door, a man in his mid to late 30s exudes an air of authority. Long, thick black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a dense dark beard frame his face. Clad in a plain button-down shirt, legitimate denim jeans, and an ostentatious 20th-century Rolex, he introduces himself as Fatih. "Hey, thanks for coming. I'm Fatih, this is my place. Grab some food, the coffee's fresh. But we're on the clock, and I've got a PTA brunch in this room at 10:00, so let's get down to business," he states with a moderate Turkish accent.

Seated next to him is a less relaxed figure – a middle-aged, fit, and attractive woman, her corporate attire resonating with a lifetime of corporate allegiance. At the center of the table, a holo projector hums to life, casting an ethereal glow across the room. The six open seats around the table await the shadowrunners, with Fatih at 11:00, the corporate woman at 1:00, and the remaining chairs positioned like clock hands at 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9. The stage is set.

 

 

 

 

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Game Status: PreRun | Combat Map: N/A | Scene: Awaiting response from: N/A |

Initiative Order 1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6)

Condition Monitors 404 Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 5/5 Barbara Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3     N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ironside Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2 Puppet Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 3/3 Suit Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3 N/A N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/2 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ven Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3     N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2

 

Edited January 18 by Shadowstarr (see edit history)

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
Active Skills: Alchemy 4, Arcana 1, Assensing 3, Biotech Group 4, Computer 1, Counterspelling 4, Disenchanting 3, Etiquette 1, Perception 4, Pistols 2, Sneaking 3, Spellcasting 5, Summoning 5
Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1, Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1, Critters 4, Magic Traditions 1, Magical Security 1, Magical Theory 1
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1, Creloe 1, English N
Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes

Improved Invisibility

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 2, Loyalty 1)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + (3D6 × 60)¥

 

The soycaf was cheap but strong. I savored the caffeine, if not the somewhat acrid taste, while I read the message I'd recieved. Pacing around my apartment, a matter of twenty paces, However was I supposed to get my steps in?, I pondered what it portended as I eyed the view from my shoebox's window. Across the street was The Wall.. behind which squatted the Warrens, which explained the low rent of my 8th floor domicile, which I shared with the roaches and its collection of overworked roach traps. It also explained its enhanced security measures, except where the roaches were concerned. I really need to get one of those autonomous roach killing drones.

Nothing for it. I was in deep with the sharks. I had a choice to make.. lose my scruples or my knee caps, which when you thought about it was no choice at all. I eyed the Warrens, wondering if I could balance the moral scales of crossing that line drawn in the sand by being a good samaritan in there. I wondered, sense of humor seemingly intact, whether confession and flagellation was the easier course. Flagellation came with a fee paying audience. I turned on some Jools Holland, whose antique New Orleans piano riffs had caught my attention of late. It was effortlessly cool and sophisticated, the way I saw myself. The pity was most people didn't agree.

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I tried to arrive early as always, since with magic you never knew when you were going to mess up. Besides the rule was arrive early or late, just never when they expect you.

The rendezvous was, to my eyes, like most things in Denver, all show no substance. The place had all the history of toilet paper in that it got the job done but wasn't something you'd wish to dwell on. Not for the first time I grinned at the fact that I was an effete snob, then again where I'd grown up had seen Confederate greycoats walking past decades after its construction.

Walking around the rendezvous, doing this slowly to conceal my magically enhanced speed, I pondered the grisly underbelly of the place, while I pondered the internal layout of the place with another spell. I quickly scrawled the layout onto the satellite image of the place onto my comm. You always organize your exit before your entrance. Next it was countermeasures..

The spirit was unwilling to say the least and the strain of it had me rubbing the sudden headache behind my eyes. [3 Stun] Sitting down a wall, I popped open my medkit. Medicine, while not making my problems go away would improve my recovery rate. [10 successes means lose a stun about every 6 minutes?]. Thus, I was still a little 'punch drunk' by the time I walked into the place.

I eyed Pre Diabetes in the suit, returning the polite nod on my way to the banquet room, spirit waiting in a wall cavity my layout spell had identified... anyway, it was on call.. even if only once.

I pondered where to sit, settling on 4 o' clock, just so I wouldn't have my back to the door.

 

Edited January 18 by Starhawk (see edit history)

[Miss]

Puppet had spent the last several months setting herself up within the Aurora District of the UCAS sector. It was modest, filled with everyday homes and dotted with dense pockets of industrial centers and commercial warehouses. She had learned, not so much by active teaching but by analytical view, that the best places for illicit activities were in those two areas. Sprawl law enforcement rarely patrolled by massive plants or the sprawling warehouse mazes that rarely saw foot traffic let alone fine-able crime. These were the areas of corporate extraterritoriality and private security- further discouraging their presence; and so she had found a warehouse at 16704 E 2nd Ave, just off the Airport Blvd exchange between North and South. It has easy access to the highways and skyways crossing Denver's mess of districts and sectors, and remained central to accessing much of the city's more exciting venues. She had spent nearly all of her remaining funds on setting herself up inside. Making the place a home- or at least making it a place she could call home. It was registered to her real SIN, so worries of the landlord's scans were for naught- though she had described herself as a single-woman start up 'mechanic and firearms' shop. A fiction she had managed to keep the relative validity up by a few odd-jobs and constantly moving large bins, tools and supplies inside.

But also fortunate for her was the meet-up's proximity to her home, A quick 5 minute ride down Airport Blvd S, barely a handful of miles away. It was convenient, but also gave her plenty of time to prepare. Her white Zoe executive pantsuit worn with meticulous touch-ups and pistol concealed beneath it, but loaded with gel rounds. One of her savior medkits tucked inside her jacket, with her secondary 'Alias' business cards slipped into the opposite interior pocket. She slipped a holo bracelet around her left wrist, and tossed her decoy commlink into a small white purse along with a pair of reloads for her pistol, one gel and one lethal- just in case. She spent considerable time in the mirror, perfecting the 'Model-esq Makeup' style for her false identity with subtle sculpting to highlight a 'sharper' profile of her face. She looked much like a 'reformed goth' in many ways using incredibly dark colors- but even the slightest alterations could help in delaying someone recognizing her; whether that was from Fallen Angels or in the background of a random picture, uploaded by a random citizen, and scanned by a social media agent or something equally unpleasant trying to locate her. As a last step she pondered the blade sitting on her counter- and with hesitation picked it up and sealed it within her 'work' briefcase to take; a black-steel hardshell case resembling an extended corporate presentation-briefcase that would normally hold sensitive electronics and equipment.

She had, moments before leaving, started a fresh 'Firmware Update' to her Warehouse's CHN, ensuring the sensors within and without would be down for long enough for her to swap her active commlink and SIN and make her way out onto the streets outside her fenced in compound. It was yet another, perhaps paranoid, step she had learned and had-ingrained, in her memory on her old show. "It was always the little things that would get you caught in the end." she would remind herself, taking a deep breath and accelerating out of the warehouse, outside the closing fence gate, and out into the broader Aurora district. The drive was uneventful, her customized black racing bike, a contrast to her nearly all-white attire, adapting to a new false registration, plates and codes as it played-nice with GridGuide. One less thing for her to worry about.

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Arriving at the diner Ryoko parked her bike as any customer would, mentally activating her anti-theft and subscribed-sensors to keep an eye on the outside as she walked inside with her 'presentation case' gently held in hand. She couldn't stand to be away from the blade inside- but locked away inside the hardshelled case would need to suffice that undeniable compulsion in the back of her mind. Only once she was through the doors did she pull off her helmet, her long raven black hair falling down to her waist without ties or binds, like a model- the very model who's picture could be scanned all over her Fake-SIN in fact. She gave a soft corporate-smile to the hostess and identified herself as part of the Johnson party- and was swiftly escorted into the banquet room with barely a break in her confident stride.

Entering the banquet room, Ryoko stopped just inside as the doors closed behind her to take in the scene and those present. Any who bothered to look at their commlink's scan of nearby people could see the woman's commlink identify her as "Naomi Takeda", a model and influencer with a Horizon Group corporate SIN. It broadcast everything one might expect of someone in her profession, links to social media profiles, a dating profile, likes alongside dislikes and more; the best type of Horizon citizen- the over-sharer. She was dressed in an expensive corporate pantsuit, white with blue and gold accents. Her raven black hair hung to her waist with lengthy bangs and two framing 'strands' of hair hanging in front from either side of her face. In her left hang she held a long hardshell black corporate-presentation case and in her right a mirror-visor motorcycle helmet. Her posture and expression were typical of a 'corporate authority', constantly assessing her surroundings with a silent judgement with her emerald green eyes. She always looked seconds away from some vaguely negative smirk, or disapproving corporate-approved frown; only perhaps furthering her identity and appearance.

'Naomi' takes a slow breath of bacon scented air before offering a deep bow to their ultimate host, her voice heavy-Japanese accented baring a tone that dripped Japanacorp Upper Management with how precise and measured it was in cadence. "Fatih-sama, thank you for this wonderful welcoming. I am Takeda Naomi, it is an honor." she says, her expression flat but sincere. She straightens from her bow and gives a glance around the room to the individuals present before offering each a shorter bow of acknowledgement before stepping over to the empty table at the 9'clock position and setting down her case and helmet atop it. With another reminding breath of the delicious smelling bacon, Ryoko steps over to pick up a plate and loading it with a stack of bacon, pancakes and sausage before pouring herself a coffee into a nearby mug and returning to table to take a seat as she waited- daintily picking slices of bacon to savor.

Commlink & PAN Status

MCT-3500 Commlink (DR 3, 0/0/3/3) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 10 Mode: Normal SIN: [FakeSIN Rating 4] Horizon Group Corporate SIN HG-55N13-0T834 Like any upstanding citizen this commlink broadcasts its ID's basic profile, including links to various social media feeds, a dating profile, and corporate-modeling portfolios. In appearance the public-facing side of the commlink's node is everything a Horizon Corporate Citizen should be- vibrant and overly-sharing. Accessing private information, medical or other sensitive information does require authorization however. This commlink contains a great number of mundane 'everyday' pictures and general files befitting the identity. It also contains a handful of files and pictures which could be seen as 'candid', 'private', 'incriminating' or 'damaging' to the identity; but are in truth, under dedicated scrutiny, fake and doctored.

Horizon Group Corporate SIN | HG-55N13-0T834 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: HG-55N13-0T834 Name: Takeda, Naomi Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Horizon Group Profession: Model Influencer Licenses: Authorization RequiredAutomatic Firearms License Concealed Carry Permit Driver's License Large Blades License Pistol Firearms License Restricted Cyberware License

Horizon ShadowLink Commlink (DR 6, 0/2/6/7 | Noise Reduction 6) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 9 Mode: Silent SIN: Renraku Corporate SIN RCS-45O90-R662 Slaved Devices Matrix Stats: 0/2/6/7 Max Devices: 18 Cyberears Savalette Guardian Pistol Holo Bracelet Cybereyes SCK Model 100 SMG   Datajack Plus     Skilljack     Skillwires       Executive Suite Clothing Suzuki Mirage Motorcycle When broadcasting in Normal mode this commlink's public face is one of a typical corporate citizen of Renraku; reserved and saying little that is not obvious. No signs of her former fame or life are broadcast, no social media feeds or archives are linked and much of her information is locked behind access-walls. While certainly not a 'cold' appearance, it does look professional and stereotypical Renraku in nature. As this commlink is Ryoko's everyday 'real' commlink, it contains thousands of pictures, videos, files and apps involving every aspect of her life- legal and otherwise. This does include her software collection, personasofts and several recorded Sim-clips from key moments in her life that she carries with her for sentimental reasons.

Renraku Corporate SIN | RCS-45O90-R662 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: RCS-45O90-R662 Name: Okamura, Ryoko Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Renraku Computer Systems Profession: Red Samurai Trainee Licenses: Authorization Required

OOC & Mechanics

In typical 'paranoid young runner' fashion, Puppet is overly cautious and has left her bike's sensors on in the parking lot with a small AR window in the corner of her vision keeping a live video feed visible; wanting to watch the comings and goings of the building's exterior for any dangers.

Puppet's decoy commlink is currently broadcasting in Standard/Public mode, with her headware in 'Running Silent'/Hidden mode; as detailed in the Commlink-spoiler above.

 

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
Active Skills: Alchemy 4, Arcana 1, Assensing 3, Biotech Group 4, Computer 1, Counterspelling 4, Disenchanting 3, Etiquette 1, Perception 4, Pistols 2, Sneaking 3, Spellcasting 5, Summoning 5
Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1, Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1, Critters 4, Magic Traditions 1, Magical Security 1, Magical Theory 1
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1, Creloe 1, English N
Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes

Improved Invisibility

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 2, Loyalty 1)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + (3D6 × 60)¥

 

She'd just entered, looking very much like a cut rate version of a Docwagon paramedic. In New Orleans, the word 'quadroon' might possibly be employed to summon up what she looked like, but such callous distinctions had long since faded into the background when the less 'PR friendly' races had come into being. Dropping her medkit onto her chair, she introduced herself as.. "Venn, you know.. like the diagram", these words, delivered in a drawling southern accent, being accompanied by a serene half smile. Having completed a perfunctory introduction, possibly assuming the background checks would come later, she saunters over to the buffet table and pours herself a coffee, entirely certain it would taste better than the twice used grinds at home. She nods at Naomi, knowing this to be her first name according the Japanese order of things, then selects from the faux meat on offer, avoiding the carbs from the other faux items.

Edited January 18 by Starhawk (see edit history)

[zazamz12]

Getting the day off had been a slitch and a half. Ahmed had been scheduled for a split-shift on the 22nd, working brunch and dinner rush. It involved a lot of arguing with his manager, Gary ("What do you mean, 'taking ownership'? You pay me less than minimum wage!"), and a few favours called in from his fellow servers, promises of covering their shifts in the future and owing them drinks (covering a Saturday shift was a big ask, though tips usually made up for it). As far as they were concerned, he was horribly ill with stomach flu, and needed rest.

And may they never know the truth, he thinks. One Meta Link would broadcast his SIN in his studio apartment, just to sell the illusion further.

With that take care of, the budding shadowrunner goes over the checklist of things to bring to a meet. Fake SIN? Loaded and activated. Spoof chip and morphing license plate? Turned on - a cursory glance would show his Americar as being from Michigan. Going over his closet, a quick search on the Matrix quickly shows that his suit was an option. All the better.

Here goes nothing, he thinks as he heads to the meet, excited and apprehensive of delving into his second life once more.

 

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Parking his Americar - just one of many one might spot on the streets - a full block away from the meet site, Ahmed takes a few deep breaths. He was going into the deep, and he needed to be on his A-game. He'd taken his taser with him - his other gun was too hot to risk in this area - and feeling it under his jacket definitely helped comfort him.

Stepping into the diner, he quickly introduces himself to the hostess, and heads to the banquet room. He can't help but wonder who the middle-aged man was. Security for the Johnson? Most likely. Entering the room, the man vacates Suit's thoughts as he takes in the people in the room.

"Pleasure to meet you all. Name's Suit," he says, affecting a friendly demeanour. "Hopefully we'll be done soon enough, I've seen angry PTAs that'd make Lofwyr think twice," he jokes. The elf decides to take advantage of his host's generosity, loading up on sausage, bacon, and french toast, as well as taking a glass of OJ and a mug of coffee.

The elf was good looking, even by elf standards - or so he liked to think. He certainly made a somwhat memorable impression, in his Actioneer suit. He was hoping it didn't come to bite him in the ass later.

 

OOC

Broadcast SIN: Mahmud Khan (R4, UCAS)

Armor: Actioneer Business Suit

Gear/Weapons on him:

• Defiance EX Shocker (hidden in holster on suit)
• Contacts
• Earbuds
• Faceless - Generic (Generic elf)
• Erika Elite (broadcasting fake SIN)
• Meta Link

 

 

[Kuri_kun]

It was the dead of night as the rain poured down over the building. 404 hurried around the building with several buckets in his arms, putting one under each leak as he heard the buzzing sound of the drill echoing in the cyberdoc shop. His aunt was busy installing a new prosthetic as some local had lost an arm after getting shot up in a back alley. The guy was lucky to be alive, luckier he could afford a new arm, and even luckier that his aunt was a good person. Sadly this left him to handle the leaks as the rain continued to pour down and cover the leaky roof. As he put the last bucket down he heard the buzzing stop followed by a grisly tearing of flesh and muscle. He knew what that meant, she was removing what was left up to the joint for a clean install.

The girlfriend sat on a nearby couch eyes glued to the procedure unblinking. She was a pretty brunette with blue highlights. He stopped and walked over "Hey dont worry, shes not screaming for help so everythings going perfectly. Shes done hundreds of these procedures. Hes in good hands" he said. The girl sat there, still staring at the procedure as the last few flakes of muscle and sinew were taken off and Aunt Cecilia began connecting the nerve sensors for the prosthetic arm. The girlfriend couldnt look away but answered with a weak and unconvincing "Thank you" as she realized 404 was trying to distract her from the situation.

404 walked away then heading upstairs to his apartment, a large luxurious room he was renting from his aunt. To big for her, to clean for her, and to nice for her. She was always one to keep her feet on the ground and hands in the dirt but this lifestyle was the best 404 had ever had, even better then his days as a kid in Renraku. Luckily this roof didnt leak and he settled in to take a shower, loving the feel of real hot water, likely cleaned and filtered a hundred times over but it was still real hot water and it felt amazing on his skin despite his ample cybernetic augmentation. As he stood there in the shower, steam coming up all around him, and a bar of soap running over his glistening skin his comm link beeped, the message moving into his vision due to his cybereyes and internal comm link cyberware.

"More spam?" he thought before looking at the sender and he stopped right there, realizing it was a legitimate message. He opened it and read slowly and clearly, taking in the details. "Looks like a job." he thought as he set the soap down on a nearby dish and rinsed himself off one more time as he opened it to confirm he would be there. Just not before he had done his research. That night he looked up the public information about the location. The foodie scores, the staff, the building blueprints, everything he could get his hands on

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When morning came 404 left early getting in his black and red van and arrived early. He wanted to case the place first, to walk around the area, to learn its exits, its staff's mannerisms, and most importantly the people of the neighborhood. Once his investigation was complete he entered dressed casually in a shirt and jeans with his black synthleather jacket. His gun holstered at the small of his back, loaded and ready to fire if the worst happened. Yet his most important tools he never had to carry or even show as his deck was yet another piece of cyberware easily masked from the naked eye.

As he walked through the door he saw a flashing light by the doorway and it made him stop for a moment. "Probably an RFID or Mad scanner. All my licenses are up to date, should be fine." he thought. They were common security measures and it would have been more odd for him not to be armed in this part of town. He approached the girl at the front with a warm smile as he looked her in the eye and he couldnt help but think she was pretty. "Business before pleasure Collin." he thought as he approached and spoke in a soft voice, his norwegian accent poking through his english "Good evening my lady. Im part of Mr. Johnsons party." he said in a matter of fact tone as he looked her over.

As she directed him 404 walked by the doorman and offering him a polite smile and nod but no words. He stepped inside and took a long look around the room taking it all in as well as the other people. He wore a friendly smile on his face though the way his eyes darted around told a different story, he was looking at everything and everyone. Taking in the surroundings, the food, and the strangers all together.

As the man introduced himself Collin nodded back politely, speaking plainly as his accent would pop through once again. "A pleasure to meet you. I go by 404 and I am eager to hear this business." he said as he took a seat, placing his arms above the table and his hands placed face down in front of him with his right hand over the left one.

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
Active Skills: Alchemy 4, Arcana 1, Assensing 3, Biotech Group 4, Computer 1, Counterspelling 4, Disenchanting 3, Etiquette 1, Perception 4, Pistols 2, Sneaking 3, Spellcasting 5, Summoning 5
Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1, Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1, Critters 4, Magic Traditions 1, Magical Security 1, Magical Theory 1
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1, Creloe 1, English N
Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes

Improved Invisibility

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 2, Loyalty 1)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + (3D6 × 60)¥

 

Venn had seen the guy in the shirt and jeans walking around building clockwise to her anti-clockwise. He'd passed again as she was sitting on a wall, getting her head together after a difficult summons. He figured he recognised her the way she did him. She liked the fact that he'd arrived here early and cased the place as she had, it spoke of a laudable caution. She'd not seen the handsome elf casing the place, he'd entered after her.. but judging by the look of him he was the 'escroc', or what was called in English, 'the con man', more precisely in their field.. 'the face', he just had that look. Enjoying the bacon, she silently assenses everyone in the room, one after another. She would ponder anything that resulted from that, then throw a spell that would reveal people moving in the vicinity. She puts her comm on the table, the screen display up. The layout of the building was there. She didn't like surprises, they'd come close to killing her in the past.

[Zaathun]

Barbara Silverstone

Character Info

PhyCon: 11/11 | StuCon: 10/10 | Dodge: 11 | Soak: 17*11 in Armoured Clothing | Edge: 2/2 | Initiative: 11+1d6

More to be added

It'd been a hell of a week. Lost in thought on the way here, as Barbara stepped out of Theo's cramped little sedan, the shivers running down her spine weren't just caused by the cold Denver morning. Huddling in the silver coat's depths, she reached to close the door. "Remember, chum, don't go looking for me if I go missing. You can have the SoyChef." , a jest leaves her mouth, the tone flat enough to suggest that she's only mostly joking. Closing the door shut, she checked the mapsoft once again to confirm the diner's location for one last time before her boots started carrying her through the waterlogged sidewalks. Here we go. Not my first rodeo, with the shady types, but the first time my own hoop's in the ring. With the morning ritual of a cigarette being lit, habit and nerves in equal measure, she carried on.

As the diner revealed itself, a quick smirk appeared on her face. Too many trids, Silverstone, for shame. Can't really be meeting in a suspicious bar, that's why they're suspicious. Taking the time to stuff the Medicine Woman cigarette in the wall-mounted ashtray, she pushed in the door.

"Meeting a Mr. Johnson here.", her voice announces in a confident tone, before carrying inside. The glance from the greasy-haired man is met with a similar nod, as Barbara's cybereyes glance over the man and promptly store his face for later use, before breathing in and entering the Banquet room, the smell of danger, opportunity, and soygrease filling her nostrils.

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As the door to the Banquet room closes, the woman regales the rest of the people here with a casual glance, before greeting with a "Good morning.", the New York accent pushing through as she scans the seats, and moving on to fold and put the jacket on the chair's back. Clad in a tame looking pale pink turtleneck - and a sizeable shoulder holster carrying a hefty Super Warhawk on her right side - she quickly pours herself a generous helping of soykaf. Scooping a few pieces of toast and pancakes into a place, she gently sits down on the chair, and nods at the man identifying himself as Fatih. "Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Fatih. Ms. Stoner, pleased to meetcha. All of you."

Lifting the coffee cup as an excuse to look at the rest of the people, she begins taking notes. Japanese girl. Looks slick and polished. CASsie looks paranoid and tired. Euro looks chipper and ready. Her eyes carry on Suit for a moment longer than appropriate. Can't tell the elf's biz, but that's standard. The suit next to Fatih looks tense. Don't look like her scene, but neither is it mine.

[Harding]

Erik's morning started with the distant hum of his commlink. The soft beep indicated an incoming call, and as he picked up, the voice of his fixer, Harvey "Whisper" Donovan, greeted him through the device. The conversation was brief but impactful. Harvey, in his usual hushed tones, provided Erik with crucial pointers for the upcoming meeting, and subtle reminders to trust his instincts. The fixer's words echoed in Erik's mind as he disconnected, his thoughts focused on the shadows that awaited him.

After absorbing the guidance, Erik decided to clear his mind with a brisk morning jog. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps echoed his internal reflections. He couldn't shake the realization that he was slipping out of peak physical condition, the toll of recent months evident. Mental notes formed about the need to recommit to training and abandon the unhealthy smoking habits that had crept back into his routine.

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As he commuted to the meeting, Erik's thoughts turned to his journey back into the shadows. Memories of the fiasco during his initial foray into shadowrunning lingered, but a newfound confidence surged within him. The connections he forged, the reconciliation with Tyr, and the intimate understanding of Denver's underworld — all were ingredients for a triumphant return.

With the assurance that he was better prepared, Erik found himself yearning for the adrenaline, the spoils, and the glory that shadowrunning promised. He could almost feel the winds of fate pushing him forward, steering him towards a destiny defined by his own choices.

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The cityscape blurred outside the window as Erik's thoughts solidified. Arriving at the venue, he stepped out, adjusting the lined longcoat adorned with Viking runes and symbols. His ginger mohawk stood as a modern homage to the warriors of old, and the decorative hawk feather on his clothes and talismans were around his neck, symbol of the god Tyr.

Ironside coat

Erik entered the meeting space with a mix of confidence and wariness. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the room, at each the individuals present. Not as if he was really searching something or danger, but more like a predator measuring other animals, if they are rivals, food or friendly. In a subtle blend of normal perception and astral reading, he gauged their states and moods, noting the undercurrents beneath the surface.

Accepting the offer of breakfast, Erik conveyed genuine appreciation for the Johnson's hospitality. With a nod of gratitude, he loaded his plate with a copious amount of food. His Scandinavian accent resonated as he thanked the Johnson ''Someone with the virtue of hospitality, in a world often lacking in courtesy, deserve to be acknowledged and respected. I thank you for this honorable gesture''.

Seated and ready, Erik announced his name with a vikingesque flair, projecting a presence that demanded acknowledgment ''I'm Ironside. Nice to meet all of you. I hope our association will bring us plunder and glory, if you are joining the venture, of course.'' He then lifted his cup of coffee like an ale horn, and took a long sip, smiling from ear to ear with intense eyes, full of pride. Then he started eating his food in silence with a manly appetite, waiting for the meeting to start, looking from the corner of the at the other runners present.

Edited January 19 by Harding (see edit history)

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
Active Skills: Alchemy 4, Arcana 1, Assensing 3, Biotech Group 4, Computer 1, Counterspelling 4, Disenchanting 3, Etiquette 1, Perception 4, Pistols 2, Sneaking 3, Spellcasting 5, Summoning 5
Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1, Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1, Critters 4, Magic Traditions 1, Magical Security 1, Magical Theory 1
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1, Creloe 1, English N
Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes

Improved Invisibility

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 1, Loyalty 2)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + (3D6 × 60)¥

 

Venn, chewing on the bacon, eyes the others. She introduces herself to the ones who'd arrived after her with a "Venn, pleased to meet you. I'm sure we'll get along famously.", her voice low, husky and somewhat breathy. It also has a somewhat plummy quality to it, despite the langorous southern drawl and hints of French. Appearance wise she looks like a paramedic for a budget Docwagon outfit, mostly on account of the techish looking one piece suit, with a bulky looking, clearly armored jacket on top of it. The Ruger Warhawk on the shoulder hoster inside her jack completes the look. She cocks her head to one side and smiles as she visibly takes in the measure of Ironside, singling him out for a longer, lingering gaze.

Edited January 19 by Starhawk (see edit history)

[Miss]

Puppet had been purposefully quiet as the rest of the summoned runners began to arrive. Not just because she was savoring every piece of real bacon, but because there was much more to be gained from listening and watching people's natural inclinations than there was to interjecting yourself. The later of course had its place and time- but watching how each entered, what information they displayed publicly with their commlinks, what they said and how they moved could tell her quite readily who would be a curiosity- and who would be a problem; and the viking-man was almost assuredly, in her mind, going to be a problem. The talk of 'plunder' nearly causing her rigid posture and affect to twitch- her mind already trying to plan how to deal with such a man. She hoped it wouldn't be like her introduction to 'Thor', the troll supposed-ganger who later turned out to be a heartbroken family man, on Fallen Angels. They had almost immediately gotten into an argument and a fist fight- and while that made for good trid and the reveal of her remarkable resiliency.... this was not trideo nor entertainment. This was real life.

Venn. Suit. 404. Ironside. She would squint just slightly and offer an acknowledging nod to each in turn as they introduced themselves with their Callsigns or 'Runner Name'. For a moment she wondered if that was how things were actually done in Denver's shadows. She had been far more acclimated to California's shadows where false names or fake identities were used until the job had been agreed upon. A means and method to break up the data trail even within the shadows. She would need to keep this in mind- the majority seemed to lean that way, but it was far too late now. She would appear awkward and weird if she just dropped her operating-name now. Best to keep quiet and just enjoy her bacon. The snap, the heavenly melting in her mouth--

With a focusing deep breath Puppet's senses returned to the room. Her bike's camera and sensors had shown her each person's entrance, and for the most part she could pick out the unique oddities as they entered. Just as no doubt someone could pick her out in this particular crowd. However the woman calling herself 'Ms Stoner' she had overlooked as a local, not a runner. Perhaps that was her strength she utilized- a very valuable asset to fit in to a normal crowd. She contemplated for the briefest of moments her own look- before the corporate-ingrained mental gymnastics brought her back to 'reality'. She wasn't meant to 'fit in' like that. Not anymore.

With the people assembled numbering six in total, she mentally prepared for the next 'phase' of the introductions to begin. There were a number of individuals present- and Puppet had given them equal consideration visually but they had given her little to assess in the moment. Whatever this job was- the proprietor of an exceptional diner establishment was openly taking part. Which she imagined meant that this was a lower-key operation, something local or 'street level' as her old team's rigger would say. But judgement was held for the moment- just more silently eating her breakfast and sipping her coffee until then....

Commlink & PAN Status

MCT-3500 Commlink (DR 3, 0/0/3/3) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 10 Mode: Normal SIN: [FakeSIN Rating 4] Horizon Group Corporate SIN HG-55N13-0T834 Like any upstanding citizen this commlink broadcasts its ID's basic profile, including links to various social media feeds, a dating profile, and corporate-modeling portfolios. In appearance the public-facing side of the commlink's node is everything a Horizon Corporate Citizen should be- vibrant and overly-sharing. Accessing private information, medical or other sensitive information does require authorization however. This commlink contains a great number of mundane 'everyday' pictures and general files befitting the identity. It also contains a handful of files and pictures which could be seen as 'candid', 'private', 'incriminating' or 'damaging' to the identity; but are in truth, under dedicated scrutiny, fake and doctored.

Horizon Group Corporate SIN | HG-55N13-0T834 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: HG-55N13-0T834 Name: Takeda, Naomi Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Horizon Group Profession: Model Influencer Licenses: Authorization RequiredAutomatic Firearms License Concealed Carry Permit Driver's License Large Blades License Pistol Firearms License Restricted Cyberware License

Horizon ShadowLink Commlink (DR 6, 0/2/6/7 | Noise Reduction 6) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 9 Mode: Silent SIN: Renraku Corporate SIN RCS-45O90-R662 Slaved Devices Matrix Stats: 0/2/6/7 Max Devices: 18 Cyberears Savalette Guardian Pistol Holo Bracelet Cybereyes SCK Model 100 SMG   Datajack Plus     Skilljack     Skillwires       Executive Suite Clothing Suzuki Mirage Motorcycle When broadcasting in Normal mode this commlink's public face is one of a typical corporate citizen of Renraku; reserved and saying little that is not obvious. No signs of her former fame or life are broadcast, no social media feeds or archives are linked and much of her information is locked behind access-walls. While certainly not a 'cold' appearance, it does look professional and stereotypical Renraku in nature. As this commlink is Ryoko's everyday 'real' commlink, it contains thousands of pictures, videos, files and apps involving every aspect of her life- legal and otherwise. This does include her software collection, personasofts and several recorded Sim-clips from key moments in her life that she carries with her for sentimental reasons.

Renraku Corporate SIN | RCS-45O90-R662 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: RCS-45O90-R662 Name: Okamura, Ryoko Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Renraku Computer Systems Profession: Red Samurai Trainee Licenses: Authorization Required

OOC & Mechanics

In typical 'paranoid young runner' fashion, Puppet is overly cautious and has left her bike's sensors on in the parking lot with a small AR window in the corner of her vision keeping a live video feed visible; wanting to watch the comings and goings of the building's exterior for any dangers.

Puppet's decoy commlink is currently broadcasting in Standard/Public mode, with her headware in 'Running Silent'/Hidden mode; as detailed in the Commlink-spoiler above.

 

[zazamz12]

Taking a seat at the seven o'clock position, Suit quietly eats his food - god, it had been too long since he had real meat, none of that soysage or mystery 'meat' burritos from Stuffer Shack. He also can't help but eye the new arrivals - the Leif Erikson-looking dude wasn't exactly hard to miss, and neither was the new lady with the big revolver. She was a bit odd - the others certainly had the vibe of shadowrunners, but she seemed fairly normal. Then again, he was new to the scene himself - for all he knew, they were all veterans of the shadows, whilst he was still new to the whole scene. It's at this point he realizes he's the only non-human in the room. Funny, how often that happened.

He wondered what the others did - though judging from their looks, it probably wasn't pretty. He was starting to wonder if this was a good idea - No, don't chicken out now. Niko hasn't screwed you over, has he? he thinks, though a part of him can't help but add a 'yet' to that statement. Ah, he was just being paranoid, most likely. But now he couldn't help but wish he bought something more than a taser. Man, he hoped he didn't need to use it.

OOC

Broadcast SIN: Mahmud Khan (R4, UCAS)

Armor: Actioneer Business Suit

Gear/Weapons on him:

• Defiance EX Shocker (hidden in holster on suit)
• Contacts
• Earbuds
• Faceless - Generic (Generic elf)
• Erika Elite (broadcasting fake SIN)
• Meta Link

 

[Shadowstarr]

To starhawk

Assenceing Fatih reveals he is mundane—no obvious signs of augmentations. One interesting note is an earring he wears. It surely has an astral signature, much like a foci but a rather weak one. It is not impossible for a powerful and skilled mage to mask their astral nature. But would such a mage allow such a minor trinket's astral presence to remain?

With all the guests having arrived and seated, Fatih checks his watch and gets to work. "Sitting outside the door is a man named Savas Ozben, he is a friend of my family. His grandfather immigrated to Denver in the early 2000s a became a fairly successful man. He was in real estate and developer. I started some other small business and along with his son, started a construction company." Fatih smiles "Savas earned the nice name "turşu", or Pickle, in English. When my family immigrated, Uncle Turşu was there for us. A family's fortune rises and falls over time. The Ozben were no different. Uncle Turşu was put in charge of a property, a shopping center at the intersection of Tower Road and Smoky Hill. This location is now in the Warrens, and worse, the Warzone, yeah, not so good. So Uncle Turşu came to me and asked for help. Some of the stores have squatters who won't leave. Others may have devil rats or worse. Being as cold as it is that might be less of an issue, so good news yes? The job is you take Uncle Turşu to the shopping center and clear out the locals, two-legged or four. Best to not draw too much attention The Warzone is a free-for-all all with the gangs. Also, keep him safe. Uncle Turşu and his new business partner have big plans for the area, yes? Fatih finishes and motions to the corp woman sitting next to him."

"So 3k Nuyen each, and another 3k if things get serious. We'll handle the checkpoint bribes and reimburse "reasonable" expenses. Uncle Turşu knows the Warrens well and those who live and fight over the place. So it will be fine, no troubles. Any questions?" Fatih finishes.

 

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
Active Skills: Alchemy 4, Arcana 1, Assensing 3, Biotech Group 4, Computer 1, Counterspelling 4, Disenchanting 3, Etiquette 1, Perception 4, Pistols 2, Sneaking 3, Spellcasting 5, Summoning 5
Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1, Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1, Critters 4, Magic Traditions 1, Magical Security 1, Magical Theory 1
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1, Creloe 1, English N
Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes

Improved Invisibility

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 1, Loyalty 2)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + (3D6 × 60)¥

 

Venn, pondering the offer, found herself in something of a quandary. She believed in punching up, favoring the little guy against the powerful, even if it paid less. The notion of evicting possibly desperate squatters in the Warrens didn't sound like that was in remotely the same 'morally upstanding' ballpark.

On the other hand, she either had to divvy up cash to the loan sharks or body parts and she was decidedly addicted to the notion of not losing body parts. A voice came back to her.. a friend from the war, dead some months now. "Sometimes, I do what I want to. The rest of the time, I do what I have to." Despite everything that had happened to her, she still considered that to be a cop out. Still, she had to admit it was slowly winning her over.

She imagined she was different from the others around the table, thinking herself a war refugee and a member of an all volunteer citizen soldiery band that had, as far as she knew, been wiped out by 'The Man'. She was no adrenaline junkie, war dog.. she was, at least to her mind, an ordinary Jane doing the best she could under extraordinarily difficult circumstances.

As she was pondering all this, she realized, with some surprise, that she was offering up a ghost of a smile. It was the juxtaposition of the words 'Warrens War Zone', which amused her since that was the same acronym as 'World War Z', an old dystopian movie about a worldwide zombie apocalypse. This and the fact that it was coupled with words 'it will be fine, no worries'.

Still, she had a bone deep desire to go in there and possibly do some good. She could see, and smell, the squalid hellhole from her apartment window. She'd heard the screams.

She kept her mouth closed and her ears open. She wasn't the Face of this group, so the only thing she could do by speaking was frig everything up. Silently she flitted her gaze over to Suit, her eyes silently communicating 'You're up".

[Harding]

Erik had a slight at the woman Venn. She was eyeing him the same way he did to her and the others before. He continued eating with a a corner of a smile, both amused and satisfied.  ''This one is not food. Good! I can't work with weak people...''

As the Johnson began unraveling the intricacies of their mission, Erik maintained a keen and measured focus. His piercing blue eyes absorbed every detail, but questions began to brew beneath the surface.

"What exactly transpired to bring the situation to this point?" Erik inquired, his tone steady and deliberate. "I understand it's the Warzone, which explains a lot, but one might wonder why a security force hasn't been dispatched earlier. What necessitates the involvement of runners now? And why the emphasis on discretion? Do Mr Ozben have a legal claim of the site, or it is something murkier? These are very important information to know before we accept the job."

A thoughtful sip of coffee punctuated his questions, allowing a moment for the Johnson to absorb the inquiry. Erik continued, "If the objective is to reclaim the territory, then maintaining control afterward requires substantial resources. A show of strength or a robust security operation would be necessary, especially given the location. Again, I question the need for discretion. May you enlight us?"

His steady gaze held the Johnson's eyes, a silent expectation lingering in the air as Erik continued to methodically enjoy his meal, ready to dissect the response that would follow.

Edited January 20 by Harding (see edit history)