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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2007 0:20:56 GMT -5
You can still hear your fixer's last words, "It's a simple run chum, easy cred." You know that no runs are simple, that there's no such thing as easy cred, and that every runner in the shadows knows to never take a job when hearing those words together. But, you need the work so here you are standing in front of the little hole in the wall bar only known as Molly's in the middle of the night in Everett.
"Well the J isn't going to come looking for me out here." you think as you go to walk in.
The inside of the bar is just as small as you imagined from the outside. It could hold 20 people at most, and by the looks of the current crowd it'd be lucky to have half that at once. Scanning the bar you see at the farthest table two men wearing suits. The one standing is heavily built is obviously a bodyguard. The other, who might as well be wearing a 'Mr Johnson' name tag, is sitting looking directly at you. As you approach him he motions for you to take a seat saying "Sit, relax, the others should be along shortly."
(OOC: This is a rather short adventure for 4ish runners. Only characters who are new or only have 1 or 2 runs under their belts please. Experienced or new players welcome though of course. This adventure is partly for me to get my feet wet with pbp GMing and to hopefully continue on with the same team into a campaign. Follow up on my intro or feel free to make your own intro, mine is just to give you a rough idea of the set up.)
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2007 15:45:21 GMT -5
Clearly disappointed by the lack of interest the Johnson stands up and says to the lone runner that showed up, "It seems that our mutual contact was unable to locate any other would be partners for you." and starts to walk away, bodyguard in tow.
"That's bull-drek!" exclaims Slammer getting stares from the hand full of people in the bar, including a scowl from Mr Johnson. In a quieter, less attention attracting voice he says "Frag the others, I didn't come down here to have you walk out without even pitching me the job. Now lets sit and talk about the work you need done."
Visibly irritated the still standing Johnson states "It's a little beyond your... abilities."
"Try me" dares the lone ork.
"Fine" replies the Johnson taking a seat. "I need some datafiles off a computer that belongs to a corporation here in Everett."
Slammer begins to protest saying he's not a Matrix jockey but the Johnson raises his hand to quiet the runner.
"It's not connected to the matrix." he explains.
"So I bust in, grab the data, and get out, that's it?" the ork asks.
"Not quite, they can't know you were ever there and I need it done within seven days." the suit answers.
His interest obviously perked, Slammer asks "How much?"
"¥5,000 for the data and another ¥5,000 if you can do it discretely." he gets in reply.
"Fine, but I need some cred up front." Normally Slammer would try and talk the Johnson into upping the pay a little but he really needed the nuyen and he didn't want to risk the J walking out, again.
Mr Johnson fishes in his pocket and throws a certified credstick on the table with a data chip saying "Here's ¥2,000, the specifics of the corp's office, and info on how to contact me when you've got the data." With that he gets up and walks out of the bar cooly, bodyguard close behind.
Slammer gets up, sits down at the bar, orders a bottle of their best synthahol slotting his newly acquired credstick, and precedes to drink himself unconscious.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2007 12:00:51 GMT -5
"Wake yer hoop up!" says the bar-tender smashing his fist on the bar causing Slammer to instantly jump awake.
"Huh?"
"Da place is closing, get out!" says the bar-tender getting more irritated.
"Yea yea, I didn't want to drink in this hellhole anymore anyway." Slammer slurred out as he some how manages to get to his feet and heads for the door.
"Whatever, ya drunk." he gets as a reply as the bar-tender washes a glass.
Slammer stumbles out of the bar and starts walking towards the closest bus stop kicking himself for not bringing his bike. While he's walking lazily in the direction of the bus stop Slammer realizes he's being followed. He glances behind him and sees a troll walking towards him. As the troll gets closer he can tell the he is part of one of the local gangs. "Wish I would have brought my H & K with me." thinking of his H&K 227 submachine gun he left back at his apartment. Sobering up almost immediately at the approaching threat he turns to face the troll and sizes him up.
((Hmm no dice rolls on this particular forum? No big deal since none else has joined in.))
The ganger is a troll of average height, for a troll at least. He's wearing synth-leathers in stereotypical ganger fashion sporting reddish brown and black colors. Slammer also notices the troll is packing a pistol of some kind under his jacket. Seeing the colors Slammer immediately knows the ganger is from the Rusted Stilettos, one of the major gangs in the Redmond district.
"Everett is pretty far away from your turf in Redmond wouldn't you say?" Slammer asks the ganger.
"Dis be our turf now. So cough up da cred and you might walk outta dis." the troll threatens as he extends the handblade in his right hand.
Not one to be very diplomatic in a hostile situation, Slammer dares the ganger "You wanna dance tiny?"
With a grin the troll responds, "I's gonna have fun wit yous" as he charges Slammer.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 28, 2007 12:50:26 GMT -5
IMPORTANT NEWS!!!
As of September 1st, 2007 the proboards forums will be locked, you will still be able to read the information inside but you will NOT be able to post replys or new threads. If you have not done so already please register at our new site theshadowrun.net. if you have any trouble registering for any reason, please don't hesitate to email me at mrjohnson@theshadowrun.net or admin@theshadowrun.net .
Unfortunately there will be no more unregistered members forums. This is due to an increase of Google Porn Bots posting their ads on the new website. I apologize for this inconvenience. The new site will have access to a chatroom which can be accesses through the panel on the left of the new site. I will also be adding a TeamSpeak server for voice games. If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to email me at the 2 emails listed above, or post your concerns on the website. Thanks for helping me make theshadowrun.net one of the largest pbp (and now pbc) communities.
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