Shadowrun Vancouver

Shadow Raven's Journal 1

TrogFest '72

Well little brother, I’m writing this for you in case something goes wrong, then again I don’t know if you’ll ever come back to Vancouver to receive this. But I know if you do, first place you’ll look is for your stash. Well, your stash is gone, but I’ve left you these journals, if I’m dead at least someone will know what happened…

Day 0: First Meeting of the group, mish mash crew, not sure how this will work out. If you can believe it, we met at Community College…Blix Nalldiir approached me in the cafeteria, seems he’s has a bit more history than your average college professor, said he could see I had a “special skill set”. Don’t know what I did to give it away, all my powers were off and I was doing my best to look down and out, but then again maybe he just assensed me. Mages give me the creeps, doesn’t matter how good your disguise is, they look right through it. He took me to Group Study Room F, seems he’d found some others with special skills. He introduced me to Allice, this huge fragging troll, seen him around campus but always thought he was a little goody-two-shoes to be a threat, now I learn he’s cybered and got a fragging MMG (get this, he carries it around in a “concealable holster”, guy looks like he’s got a full set of golf clubs tucked up under his sweat suit!) Then Blix introduces “Saint Morkis”, the homeless Ork who hands out religious pamphlets down on Pender, you know the one I mean, crazy eyes and all that drek? Well I guess old Mark (as he told us to call him) also is wired, and from watching him move, he’s got some serious ware. So the elf, Blix, says he’s looking to make some cash, needs a team to run with, and we look like the best on campus. I don’t know why he thinks recruiting runners at Community College is a good idea, but the man sure could talk. Next thing I knew I was telling these guys about Crash-of-Thunder, and how he’s an ex-Ranger buddy of mine who does some gun running and fixing. Well that seems to be music to old Blix’s ears, he gets me to call him and by the next day we had a meet with a Mr. Johnson.

Day 1: So the meet with Mr. Johnson is at Infinity. Little bro, you know my feelings on clubs like that, more trouble than they’re worth. But Tahatan said to dress nice and play the part of a seasoned crew, so Allice the Troll and I went to get some clubbing suits. There wasn’t any point in getting one for Morkis, even the Great Mother couldn’t help that guy, so we left him out front as overwatch. Blix seems to have a thing for the drugs, you’d love him, but it makes me think of you on BTLs. I don’t trust him. Yet he can talk, got us through the line no problem, then sweet talked a bartender for info.

We went up to one of those private rooms, all white noise generators, surveillance proof. Least troll-looking troll I’ve ever seen sitting there, all class and polish. He tells us that an item has been stolen from his client. Old-style optical disk. The data disk must be returned, and we’ll need to use our contacts to find the thieves. The disk’s data can’t get into anyone’s hands, so we’ve got to track down any copies and make sure they’re destroyed. Also he believes that the person who is offering it for sale is probably different from actual thief. Track down both, the seller and the original thief. He can cover expenses to buy the disk. Originally offers 10000¥, Blix gets him up to 5000¥ up front/8000¥ on completion. Pretty good payday, can’t be a milk run if he’s putting out that kind of yen, something hinky there.

Well before I call it a night, I see Blix, he’s working the club, trying to get info. This guy seems to hit on anything that moves, one minute he’s talking up the cute bartender from before, next he’s macking on the DJ, the MALE DJ, seriously bro, this guy is cracked. I don’t know who he ended up with, I got out of there before he did. Had to get my rituals in, and go water the garden.

Day 2: I guess the Johnson knows we’re light on ‘trix support, him knowing that isn’t a good sign. Anyway, he sends a hacker named R10t Grrl to help us out. Haven’t met her in the meat, but she rings up my comm, my RUNNING comm no less, and says she’s here to help. Don’t know how she got the number, I run in hidden mode on that comm exclusively. Broadcast on my burner comm that Jacob Crow fake SIN you made for me years ago, still my go-to, no one’s ever broken it. Well this girl wasn’t fooled, so as useful as she appears, I’m going to beef up my wireless security next chance I get, don’t want her playing both sides. She did get us a name though, seems a Nabo, some Ork Rocker I’m sure I’ve heard of but can’t place, he’s been sent a message saying that this disk is for sale. She thinks that if we can get her his commlink, she’ll be able to track who the message came from. One problem, Nabo leaves Van in a couple of days, some big tour he’s doing. He’s doing a big farewell gig at some warehouse down by the docks, but it’s going to have security crawling all over it while they set up. And Trogs, a drek load of Trogs…Well at least we’ve got two of our own.

We do a little recons of the site. I decide to try and get inside, throw on my locksmith gear and the guards buy it. They give me an RFID wristband, seems the staff and security will be wearing them, probably the same for the ticket holders. I decide I’ll copy the bracelets when I leave, but going to try and do some more recon first. There seems to be several drones hovering around, must be a rigger somewhere nearby, but before I get a chance to get up to the change room Nabo will be using, I frag up replacing a simple mech-lock. Seriously little bro, I got my screw driver stuck, the security guys kicked me out, thinking I was some bumbling loser. I got lucky, I need to go take some refresher course at the college, that was too close for comfort.

Well Blix decides to cons his way in and learns that Nabo’s assistant, Jagger, is a heavy Novacoke user, and promises to get him some very good stuff in exchange for two tickets to the sold out concert. I guess Blix has a coat full of drugs, and he tried leaving BTLs for Nabo, but the guy Jagger wants Novacoke, more than Blix had on him. Well in the end that worked out well, I suggested seeing your old “friend” Maple Bacon. Not only did he hook Blix up with the Novacoke, he was able to get us some Laes to put in one of the bags. My guess is Jagger will happily snort some as soon as Blix gives it to him, and he’ll be out in no time, without any memory of Blix even being there.

While Blix and Morkis were off seeing Maple, Allice and I decided to pay the rigger a visit. R10t Grrl was able to pinpoint his location to one of the shipping containers on the dock. We rode up on his Scoot, which he’s got pimped with a smoke projector. He sprayed a cloud of smoke and pulled out a chainsaw, I hopped up on the roof and found a vent. In went a flash-bang, and as it went off, Allice cut through the door. Inside was one very scared and confused dwarf…in his underwear. Guess the poor sap decided to take a nap, and next thing he knows his ears are ringing and he’s got a troll in his face. Well Allice knocked him out, threw him over the back of his Scoot and took him to some fleabag motel for safe keeping. Guess when the guy at the front desk saw us roll up, he thought we were there to bone, Allice thought this was hilarious, that kid must not get out much. But whatever, it got us the room and some place to stash the dwarf.

We headed back to the warehouse and decided to set up for the next day. Morkis came to meet us and provided some distraction while we got inside. Poor guy’s a Pacifist, I drek you not, wouldn’t even defend himself when the guard unloaded on him with an SMG! Well thankfully the guard was you typical gangbanger, spray and pray for the win. Didn’t hit the Saint, maybe he is divine after all. Once we were inside, Allice and I set up on the roof, better to be inside now than risk not getting in at all tomorrow. It’ll be a long night though, and Allice isn’t what I call invigorating company. Kid talks about his dad a lot, that seems to be one fragged up relationship. I do my rituals up on the roof, hope my tomatoes will be okay without their nightly watering.

Day 3: Blix arrives with Morkis to see Jagger, security gives them RFID bracelets and lets them in. The place is packed with orks and trolls, humans who want to be orks. They’re rowdy too, your typical Orxploitation crowd, this thing is going to be a huge moshpit in no time. Nabo comes on just at the team’s arriving, so everyone’s focused on him. Blix and Morkis talk their way up to the change rooms, where Jagger’s waiting for them. I guess there were two slitchs in there making out with on of Nabo’s entourage, but from the sounds of things Blix had it under control. He got Jagger to do the Laes-laced Novacoke, and the dude was out cold FAST! Crashed down through the glass coffee table, scared the crap out of the groupies. Blix yelled at them to go get medical attention, and when they left he grabbed the commlink, I guess it had fallen onto the floor. Well leaving ends up not being as easy as we’d hoped, the moshpit is in full swing, and the security are getting over run. Fights have broken out everywhere, so there isn’t an obvious route to the exit. Up on the roof, Allice and I can see the problem through the skylights. Allice decides to drop in some dry lubricant to make it hard for the crowd below to keep their feet. Well they love the stuff, seems that slipping and falling all over each other is just as good as fighting. I throw in a smoke grenade for good measure. Morkis picks up Blix and makes a bee line for the exit. It looks like some of the young punks are going to try and intercept them, and I’ve got my HK-227 lined up with a clip of Stick-and-Shock ready to rock. Well Morkis showed some moves, getting through the crowd without taking a hit, and they were out in the clear. Allice climbed off the roof and we met up to decide our next move.

- Daniel Fraser (July 3rd, 2072)



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