From: | Donald Arganbright <jayden63@*******.COM> |
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Subject: | Another bitty |
Date: | Tue, 3 Nov 1998 10:23:58 PST |
Heres another little bit I wrote. I'm thinking of writing from the
perspective of all general possible decks. This one is a ganger deck
that had better days. Note to Grid secs... If this sort of thing is
considered spam or OT or whatever please let me know. I don't want to
clog band with or cause problems.
Disclaimer
I have no idea who created the following characters… It was never my
intention to infringe on or steal away their creative spiffiness. The
following scenarios and actions are figments of my deranged imagination
they could happen during a real game, this is what makes it kinda neat.
The following was written without the consent of Juubai (my ferret), and
thus should not be taken as law. All attempts were made to insure and
maintain the spiritual creaminess of the Shadowrun Universe, thus
preserving the secret whereabouts of Elvis.
The sounds of angry toll voices drifted into the garage. The
incandescent light fixture swung slowly around its chain causing shadows
to move and creep along the wall. Gizmo pulls up the welding hood visor
and looks over his Doberman Patrol vichel that he was repairing.
Placing the welding tools aside he pulls off his thick gloves and begins
to walk towards the main hide out of his ganger friends. He often
wonders to himself what possessed him to join this ratty gang of
halloweener. Walking around the corner he slams into something solid.
Not noticing anything at first, but then the form of Lurker appears out
of nowhere.
"What happened to you", Gizmo says looking over Lurker as he covers a
bad wound and winces at the pain.
"Well as you know, we went to try and do that Assassination job that Mr.
Johnson had lined up for us.", Lurker says pulling a box up and sitting
on it. "It was supposed to be easy. We anticipated a little bit of a
challenge, but it should have gone ok."
"Let me guess. It didn't go ok.", Gizmo says smiling.
"Nope, you remember that Killer Drone that you built some time ago.",
Lurker says looking at the smaller human.
Gizmo thinks for a moment and then replies. Ya, we put it somewhere to
protect something. Let me think for a minute."
"Doesn't matter.", Lurker says. We got to the office complex and we
were greeted by this guy, who said he was with security. Well Torgo,
Stomper, Syn, and especially Gore Tusk were all ready to pound the day
lights out of him and then he turns around and disappears, The next
thing I know that dreken drone of yours comes out firing with all its
guts. Well we all take cover, and turn it into molten steel, but all of
us end up taking some damage in the end. The thing's lasers cut right
through Stomper's, Torgo's, and Gore Tusks armor. Syn and I didn't
have any armor so it got us pretty good. Be glad that you were fixing
this thing and D-day was in bed healing. I wish I got to stay home
this run.
"So is that where it ended?", Gizmo asks.
"Na… we decide… or should I say Torgo decides to press on. Funny enough
we didn't end up with anything else blocking out way.", Lurker says.
"So you geeked the guy and came back?", Gizmo replies.
"I wish.", Lurker says cussing under his breath. "We get to the place
where the guy is supposed to be and Torgo in all his pravado kicks in
the door. The squat is empty."
"Empty?", Gizmo says a little shocked.
"Ya… empty as a crate of squishy bars after a trog fest.", Lurker
replies laughing to himself. "It turned out to be a wild goose chase.
There was nothing there. So we came back to lick our wounds.
"Sounds nasty.", Gizmo says as he turns and walks back into the garage
of the safe house. "Remind me to stay clear of Trogs for a bit. I bet
there fairly pissed right now."
Lurker just shrugs and fades out of sight as he walks into the darkened
hallway.
Several hours pass and the Halloweener HQ is fairly quiet. Torgo and
Stomper sit on empty crates and play cards. Syn is passed out in a
corner, having drunk too much. Gizmo and lurker play a pinball machine
called Rambo 23. Gore Tusk paces around the small safe house uneasily.
Casually glancing up from his game Lurker looks over at Gore Tusk and
looks back to his game. Lurker is about to break the machines record
when he can feel and smell the large trolls breath on his neck. He
turns around and finds a large vice like hand gripping his throat. Gore
Tusk pulls the human up to his eye level and growls.
"What were you looking at, monkey.", Gore Tusk says with spit coming out
of his mouth.
"Nothing.", Lurker says shaken and afraid. He looks over at gizmo and
sees the small human crawling under the pinball machine getting out of
the way.
"I think, your thinking something.", Gore Tusk seethes. "You know
what?"
"N… N… No…", Lurker stutters.
"I don't like it!", Gore Tusk yells out and slams Lurker into the wall.
Lurker gets to his feet and charges the enraged Gore Tusk hoping to get
lucky and the fight will be avoided. Unfortunately for Lurker the Luck
of the Irish was not with him today. Gore Tusk sends a massive fist
into Lurkers head at the same time Lurker pulls an unseen switchblade
and attacks Gore Tusk. The two ramble a bit and Lurker finds his broken
dead body spread across the floor and Gore Tusk has a small gash across
his chest. The other three Trolls get up and walk over to the enraged
troll. D-Day comes out of the back room with an Uzi III ready for
action. Gizmo crawls out from behind the pinball machine and mumbles
something about unstable allies. Unfortunately for Gizmo, he had not
spoken as softly as he thought he had and the word trog sounded loud
enough for all to hear. All three of the trolls and Syn (the ork)
surrounded the small human. The sound of an Uzi III letting a round
into the chamber made them all turn and look at D-day. The small dwarf
stood defiant against the goblinized runners before him.
Lets just say that by the time when the infighting had finished, the
Halloweener HQ will need some new furniture and several new coats of
paint. Gizmo and Lurkers bodies were pulverized and trashed beyond
use. D-day suffered grave, but non-lethal injury and thanks to the
damage the killer drone had dished out earlier the three trolls and Syn
were not feeling so good either.
The next day Gore Tusk gathered up what remained of the gang.
"Listen up. Thanks to our little fight last night, none of us are in
good shape. Now we got no choice. There is a run that have to do, Its
unguarded, and shouldn't be a problem.", Torgo says looking over each of
the runner. "Now we can either say here and wimp out like elves or we
can do this and save our territory." "If its so easy why don't you go
and get it yourself?", D-day says wincing back the pain, "and what's
this about loosing territory?"
"Lets just say, I don't anticipate any interference, doesn't mean it
will be a cake walk.", Torgo says, "The target is located by another
gang. They are on the verge of taking over our territory. If we don't
succeed, we have lost. They might choose to interfere, but with all of
us. I doubt that they will."
"Lets do it!", Stomper says slamming his large fist onto the make shift
table.
"Agreed.", Syn says getting up, sliding out his twin hand razors.
"I'm with ya.", D-day says pulling away and checking his guns.
Gore Tusk just grunts his approval.
Several hours pass and the 5 runners find themselves near there target
when a shadow drops behind a large dumpster. The runners each draw
their weapons and Torgo demands that the unknown person step out. With
that a small dwarf steps out from behind the dumpster. His lined coat
dragging on the floor. He sports a large smile and his top not bounces
as he laughs.
"Stand aside halfer!", Stomper shouts to the dwarf.
The dwarf feels no compulsion to leave and turns towards the trogs.
"Looks like the protective spirits are looking over me this day, trogs."
The dwarf says with a wide grin. "My names Dr. Apocalypse, you would do
well to remember it for the rest of your life… all two seconds of it."
The five runners charge the small dwarf, easily covering the distance in
an blink of an eye. Unfortunately that is all the time the dwarf needs
to set off his Hell blast spell. Consuming a spell focus in the
process, the hell blast goes off at the same time the trolls reach him.
A large pillar of flame erupts around the runners. Fire and raw pain
crash into all around. Dr. Apocalypse feels the edge of the trolls
weapons as they slice into him. But then as the real heat of his spell
goes off he feels nothing at all. All runners in the area are instantly
consumed by the flames. There is nothing left but a trashed alley and
black suit covered walls. A few minutes later a lone squatter and
someone known only as the shopping cart lady come and collect all of the
weapons and spell components left by the dead runners. Someone might
have a use for them. Somewhere.
Thats it. Let me know what you think.
*** Knife Sharpens on Stone... Man Sharpens on Man ***
*** - Tao ***
Jayden Stormwalker
Donald Arganbright
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