Intro
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Stargate: 2078
The Year is 2078. Megacorporations rule the Earth, and tyrants the stars. In 2012, the world ended, and a new one began. Now, more than sixty years later; elves dwarves and trolls and the new normal. Dragons cast their talons wide, and mages have nine to five jobs for megacorps. In the midst of dilapidated slums, urban wastelands, and shining edifices to corporate greed exist a new breed of criminal. Known as Shadowrunners, these illusive criminals for hire are both romanticised and despised. Often a tool of megacorp Black Ops, and just as often acting against them, you are one of the best.
One of the legends, the kind of 'runner who makes the trideo news. One day, you receive a job offer. The pay is substantial, but then is so your reputation. What's not so usual is who the offer is from. You've done work for both the UCAS and Ares before, but a little bit of digging shows that this hasn't come from your usual sources - this comes all the way from the top.
Eventually, for reasons only you know, you accepted the offer. Suffice it to say, you were not expecting what awaited you.
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Seattle, UCAS, November 18th 2078
Seattle, UCAS, November 18th 2078
A sleek, black car sliced through the pouring rain along the automated highway. Crumbling edifices of concrete and steel rose to the sky on either side of the raised road, an asphalt path through a blight upon the city. Below the highway lived the poor, the destitute and the SINless. Between the two sides of the highway, a high speed train rushed past carrying corporate wage slaves home to their corporate apartments and housing developments; to welcome their children home from their corporate schools and watch the corporate trideo shows on the corporate grid.
John Hadrian III couldn't care less. His hundred thousand nuyen sports car, his Farlight Caliban comlink and his penthouse apartment were more than enough to placate him. He sat in the front seat of his car, though of course he wasn't actually driving it. AR feeds occupied his attention, a virtual screen popping up as he initiated his secure messaging program. As he gave the device his biometrics, and the security systems at Ares HQ gave the okay, he opened a very special contacts list.
On it were names of about a dozen people, all of whom made the kind of people he usually hired pale in comparison. They were listed here under their runner handles, though a few had names and even SINs listed - hell; one of them even worked for Ares as a real employee now. But no, this wasn't the job for Klave - not quite the right temperament. Who was the mage-anthropologist? Yes, Miriam Lennox - she'd do nicely. His boss had told him to go heavy on the mages, since the intel guys had whoever the fuck this supergroup was going against as being magically powerful. Hamid Khan too then - a four armed, blue skinned man may not exactly be the definition of subtle; but he slung around more magical firepower than just about any mage he'd ever hired for a run. Possibly the Alchemist too - a bit of overlap with Lennox, but well he needed mages and there were only so many on the list. Then of course he needed some sort of physical support - Lawson had come through for them in the past; and Tancho would cover the group at a closer range.
Satisfied with his choices, he sent out messages to various points of contact, closed the messaging program down, and went back to watching tv as his car drove him home.
Two Days Later...
You've all accepted to entertain the offer you received two days ago, though getting to Colorado Springs had been an interesting experience for some of you. You were scheduled to meet an Ares junior exec and a Colonel in the UCAS airforce at what must be the fanciest restaurant in the whole city; but you weren't complaining - they'd covered your hotels, travel costs and the meet itself just to get you out here to listen to whatever pitch they want to make. It is now mid-day on the day of the meet. You have eight hours to scope the sight out, talk to contacts etc - post what you want to do with regards to that, and then how you're going to arrive at the meet (early/on time, what you're bringing with you etc).
John Hadrian III couldn't care less. His hundred thousand nuyen sports car, his Farlight Caliban comlink and his penthouse apartment were more than enough to placate him. He sat in the front seat of his car, though of course he wasn't actually driving it. AR feeds occupied his attention, a virtual screen popping up as he initiated his secure messaging program. As he gave the device his biometrics, and the security systems at Ares HQ gave the okay, he opened a very special contacts list.
On it were names of about a dozen people, all of whom made the kind of people he usually hired pale in comparison. They were listed here under their runner handles, though a few had names and even SINs listed - hell; one of them even worked for Ares as a real employee now. But no, this wasn't the job for Klave - not quite the right temperament. Who was the mage-anthropologist? Yes, Miriam Lennox - she'd do nicely. His boss had told him to go heavy on the mages, since the intel guys had whoever the fuck this supergroup was going against as being magically powerful. Hamid Khan too then - a four armed, blue skinned man may not exactly be the definition of subtle; but he slung around more magical firepower than just about any mage he'd ever hired for a run. Possibly the Alchemist too - a bit of overlap with Lennox, but well he needed mages and there were only so many on the list. Then of course he needed some sort of physical support - Lawson had come through for them in the past; and Tancho would cover the group at a closer range.
Satisfied with his choices, he sent out messages to various points of contact, closed the messaging program down, and went back to watching tv as his car drove him home.
Two Days Later...
You've all accepted to entertain the offer you received two days ago, though getting to Colorado Springs had been an interesting experience for some of you. You were scheduled to meet an Ares junior exec and a Colonel in the UCAS airforce at what must be the fanciest restaurant in the whole city; but you weren't complaining - they'd covered your hotels, travel costs and the meet itself just to get you out here to listen to whatever pitch they want to make. It is now mid-day on the day of the meet. You have eight hours to scope the sight out, talk to contacts etc - post what you want to do with regards to that, and then how you're going to arrive at the meet (early/on time, what you're bringing with you etc).
Final Player List:
- @NothingNow as Miriam
- @horngeek as Sam
- @Serafina as Theresa
- @Havocfett as Ikonoklast
- @Mina as Tancho
