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<blockquote data-quote="Zen_Pollo" data-source="post: 4642118" data-attributes="member: 11404"><p><strong>Cab Ride to Hell</strong></p><p></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>London calling - and I don't wanna shout</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>But while we were talking I saw you nodding out</em></p> <p style="text-align: right">The Clash, <em>London Calling</em></p><p></p><p><em>Setting:</em> A taxicab traveling towards the Redmond Barrens. The driver was a Khalsa Sikh wearing a turban, an iron bracelet and a kirpan. Seated next to him in the front seat of the cab was a fashionably-dressed elf sitting with his arms crossed staring out the window dejectedly. In the back seat, a giant troll occupied much of the space while a thin human sat next to him wedged in between the troll’s flank and the door.</p><p></p><p>“It will cost you double to drive to the barrens, good sirs, and double for the troll as well” stated the Sikh.</p><p></p><p>“Double, what are you talking about? It is only six miles to the address,” grumbled Alexander.</p><p></p><p>“Sir, do not play me for a fool. I am not a stupid man. That address is inside the Redmond Barrens and I will not willingly drive into the barrens without being compensated accordingly,” reasoned the Sikh.</p><p></p><p>Slone casually placed his Ruger Super Warhawk on the back of Alexander’s seat in front of him, “Nobody's calling you stupid, just shut-up and drive.” The troll waved the gun in Alexander’s direction, “Besides, he's payin’.”</p><p></p><p>The Sikh either accepted Slone’s offer or decided it was wisest to comply with the troll’s demands. In any case, the taxi continued on towards the Redmond Barrens. As the cab drew near, the obvious signs of decay and lawlessness became more pronounced the closer they came to the barrens. First, the neighborhood merely looked extremely poor with boarded up houses and cars on blocks. Then, the houses had gaping holes in the brick walls and the cars on blocks were obviously burnt at sometime in the past. Next, the cars were still on fire with squatters standing around them warming their hands. Finally, a sign read, “Warning: No Police Protection or Emergency Services Rendered Beyond this Point – Enter at Your Own Risk”</p><p></p><p>“So this is the Barrens,” remarked Carlito – he had never traveled to this side of town. The buildings and streets had obvious signs of disrepair – walls knocked down, spaghetti cable running aimlessly between structures, cracked asphalt and broken pavement on the sidewalks. But it was the throngs of people which caught the scientist’s attention.</p><p></p><p>The Redmond Barrens was a veritable sea of humanity living without SINs(Social Identification Numbers). Entering the barrens, there were throngs of people shopping at vendor’s stalls on the sidewalks and alleyways. The trio noted that almost anything was for sale – guns, drugs and chips. Joytoys roamed the streets plying their illicit trade – the oldest trade. The people of the Barrens did not register on any demographic chart or census, but lived without the yoke of corporate tyranny. Such was a life without SIN.</p><p></p><p>An ARO popped up in Alexander’s commlink, <em>MetroLink Wireless Signal Terminated: No Matrix Connectivity Available</em> The elf thought to himself, <em>Great, looks like there’s no calling for backup.</em> The elf couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad.</p><p></p><p>As the cab drove deeper into the barrens, the more obvious the urban decay became and the fewer people there were loitering about. Something nagged at Carlito’s attention, but he couldn’t quite pin it down. After a few more blocks, the scientist realized what was wrong – there were no AROs, no pop-ups, no social networking hits from anonymous strangers seeking to hook-up. </p><p></p><p>Carlito felt the world was a very frightening place without digital AROs to provide context his experiences.</p><p></p><p>Slone was oblivious to the lack of wireless networking – his commlink was busted half the time anyways.</p><p></p><p>When the taxi turned the corner towards the street with their destination, the road was strangely empty except for the hulk of a broken-down CityMaster Urban Assault Vehicle parked in front of a storefront. As the taxi came to a stop, the trio noticed a red van turning the corner down the road – driving towards the highway. Otherwise the street was empty and silent.</p><p></p><p>“That will be 400 Nuyen, sir”, the Sikh requested.</p><p></p><p>“400? For six miles?” stated Carlito in disbelief.</p><p></p><p>“Double for the Troll, Double for the Barrens -- Plus Tip. Thank you very much,” replied the Sikh.</p><p></p><p><em>Or we can just kill him</em>, Carlito thought for a moment and then shook his head, <em>What’s happening to me, Mother?</em></p><p></p><p>“Fine,” said Alexander as he paid the driver via his commlink and stepped out of the car.</p><p></p><p>Trio began investigating the scene as the taxi drove away. It was clear whatever had happened here had come and gone without leaving any witnesses.</p><p></p><p><em>The residents must’ve heard the firefight – that’s why no one’s around</em>, thought Slone. The troll examined the disabled husk of the CityMaster – whatever had been here had ripped off the doors and the hood of the van. Strangely, the inside of the vehicle was spotlessly clean. The troll ran his finger over a gash in the metal frame of the doorway where the hinges had been shorn off from the door.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Carlito and Alexander walked up to the structure. The sign on the outside read, <em>Friendship Church | Friendship Travel.</em> Carlito thought to himself, <em>Doing God’s Work must not pay all the bills.</em> </p><p></p><p><em>Say the Rosary again, Carlito, until you are repentant for what you’ve done</em>, Carlito’s migraine headache surged again, <em>Yes Mother.</em> </p><p></p><p>Alexander walked into the building – the plate glass front door had been ripped off its frame, but no broken glass was visible. Inside, the furniture of the church-travel agency had been overturned. The elf could smell industrial solvents in the air, but also the faint smell of cordite and blood. However, there were neither bullets nor bodies left to tell the tale. </p><p></p><p>“There must’ve been a fight here; looks like we’re too late though,” mused the troll coming in behind Carlito whom was rubbing the bridge of his nose. Alexander examined a large indentation on the wall where something obviously caved in part of the drywall. </p><p></p><p>Slone motioned over to a door in the rear of the main lobby, “Let’s check out that backroom.” </p><p></p><p>The trio scoped out the rear office. A desktop commlink sat on the remains of a table. Slone always had had bad luck with machinery, “Carlito, you check it out.” Carlito squatted down beside the remains of the commlink and pulled aside the plastic outer casing. "The commlink’s gutted,” the scientist observed.</p><p></p><p>“Great. Now what?” Alexander asked his teammates.</p><p></p><p>Slone pulled up a chair and sat down, “I dunno, this was your job, call your Johnson.”</p><p></p><p>The elf shrugged his shoulders and called Paula Peterson. Then, Alexander remembered that his commlink had no signal in the barrens. “Frag it All,” cursed the elf as he explained his predicament to his comrades.</p><p></p><p>Slone laughed, “She called you on purpose; this was a setup from the beginning. Let’s get out of here."</p><p></p><p>A cold voice whispered, “Vengeance.”</p><p></p><p>“Who said that?” asked the elf. Slone and Carlito shrugged.</p><p></p><p>“Vengeance!” exclaimed the voice.</p><p></p><p>Slone jumped up from his chair, “What the frack? Who said that?” </p><p></p><p>“VENGEANCE!!!” roared an apparition as it swiftly rose from the floor. The apparition was in the form of a short human in a long flowing coat. The apparition rushed towards Slone and engulfed him before passing through the giant troll. Slone shivered, <em>Hot Drek in the morning, what was that?!?</em> The troll yanked out his Ruger as the apparition moved through him. Slone shakily aimed the handcannon towards the spirit but Alexander knocked the weapon aside.</p><p></p><p>“You can’t hurt a ghost with one of those,” reasoned the elf, “Let’s hear what he has to say.”</p><p></p><p>“Who are you?” Carlito asked the agitated apparition.</p><p></p><p>“Who am I? Who the frack are YOU?, FLESH BAG,” roared the apparition, “I bet you're the backup team. Fat load of fraggin' good you slots turned out to be! You're as useless as my glitched-up chiphead slitch of a sister.”</p><p></p><p>The apparition began wailing and slowly curled up into a fetal position on the floor. The ghost whined, “You're too late, watcher-brains, we've all been killed. Oh, spirits! I've been killed! I’m dead! This is the end! There's nothing left! I am dead! I’m dead!” </p><p></p><p>Alexander moved to sooth the apparition, “Sorry, pal, we got here as first as we could, what happened? Where’s Tommy?” Gingerly, the elf motioned as if to pat the ghost’s back. Alexander’s asinine gesture apparently worked, as the apparition shortly calmed down.</p><p></p><p>“I'm Sobriquet; I was the magician for Ice's Irregulars,” explained the apparition, “I'm sorry about that, I'm afraid I'm new at this whole being dead thing -- First time for me." The apparition sat up on the floor cross-legged.</p><p></p><p>“What about Tommy?” the elf persisted.</p><p></p><p>Sobriquet continued, “Tommy? Well, Tommy’s dead.”</p><p></p><p>“What happened?” groaned Carlito as he thought to himself, <em>Now, we will never know what we are supposed to do with the samples.</em></p><p></p><p>“We found Tommy here – his handlers were about to transport him to another location,” explained Sobriquet, “My team busted up the handlers pretty well. Tommy told us that he had managed to glean some paydata from the handlers regarding what this was all about; he had it loaded in his headware commlink”</p><p></p><p><em>We need that commlink; It’s about time for some straight answers</em>, thought Slone approvingly.</p><p></p><p>“…And then we got hit,” continued Sobriquet, “I didn't see it coming; I was doing astral overwatch at the time. All of a sudden, I felt violence and fear, and when I came back to look, I caught a glimpse of a magically active aura when I felt my body die.” The apparition trailed off as he recollected the experience of dying; it as the most painful thing to ever happen to him, and now, that was the last feeling he would ever have.</p><p></p><p>“Where are all the bodies? Where are Tommy’s remains?” prompted the elf.</p><p></p><p>“So painful…so painful…” Sobriquet mused and then shook his head, “Look, I don’t have much time.” The apparition continued, “After I died, I hid, and the thing that killed me vanished as quickly as it had come. Later, a truck pulled up and about a half a dozen people came out. I manifested to see what was going on and they were cleaning! For a second I thought I was freaking out, but that's what they were doing. They took the bodies and cleaned the place up, and took off. It was very strange.”</p><p></p><p>“Did you get a look at the cleaners?” queried the troll, “What’d they look like?” </p><p></p><p>Sobriquet shook his head, “Nope, they all looked the same to me – or maybe I just had other things on my mind – like being KILLED! VENGEANCE! VENGEANCE!!” </p><p></p><p>The elf soothed the apparition once more and Sobriquet regained his composure, “Anyway, the truck was red. One of the body bags they used had a logo, though; a pale man in a puritan costume,” the apparition continued, “Look, I have some loose ends to tie up in my personal affairs, Can you slots do me a favor?”</p><p></p><p>“Sure,” replied Carlito, “What do you need?”</p><p></p><p>“Finish the job – get Tommy’s remains back to the Johnson,” Sobriquet requested, “Also, one more thing, I had this Power Focus on my body. Can you give it to my sister? The Johnson will know what to do with it.”</p><p></p><p>“Sure thing, chummer,” dubiously replied Alexander, but he thought to himself <em>I’m not going after that glitch-head’s body. Who does he think we are? Shadowrunners?</em></p><p></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>Engines stop running, but I have no fear</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river</em></p> <p style="text-align: right">The Clash, <em>London Calling</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Zen_Pollo, post: 4642118, member: 11404"] [b]Cab Ride to Hell[/b] [RIGHT][I]London calling - and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you nodding out[/I] The Clash, [I]London Calling[/I][/RIGHT] [I]Setting:[/I] A taxicab traveling towards the Redmond Barrens. The driver was a Khalsa Sikh wearing a turban, an iron bracelet and a kirpan. Seated next to him in the front seat of the cab was a fashionably-dressed elf sitting with his arms crossed staring out the window dejectedly. In the back seat, a giant troll occupied much of the space while a thin human sat next to him wedged in between the troll’s flank and the door. “It will cost you double to drive to the barrens, good sirs, and double for the troll as well” stated the Sikh. “Double, what are you talking about? It is only six miles to the address,” grumbled Alexander. “Sir, do not play me for a fool. I am not a stupid man. That address is inside the Redmond Barrens and I will not willingly drive into the barrens without being compensated accordingly,” reasoned the Sikh. Slone casually placed his Ruger Super Warhawk on the back of Alexander’s seat in front of him, “Nobody's calling you stupid, just shut-up and drive.” The troll waved the gun in Alexander’s direction, “Besides, he's payin’.” The Sikh either accepted Slone’s offer or decided it was wisest to comply with the troll’s demands. In any case, the taxi continued on towards the Redmond Barrens. As the cab drew near, the obvious signs of decay and lawlessness became more pronounced the closer they came to the barrens. First, the neighborhood merely looked extremely poor with boarded up houses and cars on blocks. Then, the houses had gaping holes in the brick walls and the cars on blocks were obviously burnt at sometime in the past. Next, the cars were still on fire with squatters standing around them warming their hands. Finally, a sign read, “Warning: No Police Protection or Emergency Services Rendered Beyond this Point – Enter at Your Own Risk” “So this is the Barrens,” remarked Carlito – he had never traveled to this side of town. The buildings and streets had obvious signs of disrepair – walls knocked down, spaghetti cable running aimlessly between structures, cracked asphalt and broken pavement on the sidewalks. But it was the throngs of people which caught the scientist’s attention. The Redmond Barrens was a veritable sea of humanity living without SINs(Social Identification Numbers). Entering the barrens, there were throngs of people shopping at vendor’s stalls on the sidewalks and alleyways. The trio noted that almost anything was for sale – guns, drugs and chips. Joytoys roamed the streets plying their illicit trade – the oldest trade. The people of the Barrens did not register on any demographic chart or census, but lived without the yoke of corporate tyranny. Such was a life without SIN. An ARO popped up in Alexander’s commlink, [I]MetroLink Wireless Signal Terminated: No Matrix Connectivity Available[/I] The elf thought to himself, [I]Great, looks like there’s no calling for backup.[/I] The elf couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad. As the cab drove deeper into the barrens, the more obvious the urban decay became and the fewer people there were loitering about. Something nagged at Carlito’s attention, but he couldn’t quite pin it down. After a few more blocks, the scientist realized what was wrong – there were no AROs, no pop-ups, no social networking hits from anonymous strangers seeking to hook-up. Carlito felt the world was a very frightening place without digital AROs to provide context his experiences. Slone was oblivious to the lack of wireless networking – his commlink was busted half the time anyways. When the taxi turned the corner towards the street with their destination, the road was strangely empty except for the hulk of a broken-down CityMaster Urban Assault Vehicle parked in front of a storefront. As the taxi came to a stop, the trio noticed a red van turning the corner down the road – driving towards the highway. Otherwise the street was empty and silent. “That will be 400 Nuyen, sir”, the Sikh requested. “400? For six miles?” stated Carlito in disbelief. “Double for the Troll, Double for the Barrens -- Plus Tip. Thank you very much,” replied the Sikh. [I]Or we can just kill him[/I], Carlito thought for a moment and then shook his head, [I]What’s happening to me, Mother?[/I] “Fine,” said Alexander as he paid the driver via his commlink and stepped out of the car. Trio began investigating the scene as the taxi drove away. It was clear whatever had happened here had come and gone without leaving any witnesses. [I]The residents must’ve heard the firefight – that’s why no one’s around[/I], thought Slone. The troll examined the disabled husk of the CityMaster – whatever had been here had ripped off the doors and the hood of the van. Strangely, the inside of the vehicle was spotlessly clean. The troll ran his finger over a gash in the metal frame of the doorway where the hinges had been shorn off from the door. Meanwhile, Carlito and Alexander walked up to the structure. The sign on the outside read, [I]Friendship Church | Friendship Travel.[/I] Carlito thought to himself, [I]Doing God’s Work must not pay all the bills.[/I] [I]Say the Rosary again, Carlito, until you are repentant for what you’ve done[/I], Carlito’s migraine headache surged again, [I]Yes Mother.[/I] Alexander walked into the building – the plate glass front door had been ripped off its frame, but no broken glass was visible. Inside, the furniture of the church-travel agency had been overturned. The elf could smell industrial solvents in the air, but also the faint smell of cordite and blood. However, there were neither bullets nor bodies left to tell the tale. “There must’ve been a fight here; looks like we’re too late though,” mused the troll coming in behind Carlito whom was rubbing the bridge of his nose. Alexander examined a large indentation on the wall where something obviously caved in part of the drywall. Slone motioned over to a door in the rear of the main lobby, “Let’s check out that backroom.” The trio scoped out the rear office. A desktop commlink sat on the remains of a table. Slone always had had bad luck with machinery, “Carlito, you check it out.” Carlito squatted down beside the remains of the commlink and pulled aside the plastic outer casing. "The commlink’s gutted,” the scientist observed. “Great. Now what?” Alexander asked his teammates. Slone pulled up a chair and sat down, “I dunno, this was your job, call your Johnson.” The elf shrugged his shoulders and called Paula Peterson. Then, Alexander remembered that his commlink had no signal in the barrens. “Frag it All,” cursed the elf as he explained his predicament to his comrades. Slone laughed, “She called you on purpose; this was a setup from the beginning. Let’s get out of here." A cold voice whispered, “Vengeance.” “Who said that?” asked the elf. Slone and Carlito shrugged. “Vengeance!” exclaimed the voice. Slone jumped up from his chair, “What the frack? Who said that?” “VENGEANCE!!!” roared an apparition as it swiftly rose from the floor. The apparition was in the form of a short human in a long flowing coat. The apparition rushed towards Slone and engulfed him before passing through the giant troll. Slone shivered, [I]Hot Drek in the morning, what was that?!?[/I] The troll yanked out his Ruger as the apparition moved through him. Slone shakily aimed the handcannon towards the spirit but Alexander knocked the weapon aside. “You can’t hurt a ghost with one of those,” reasoned the elf, “Let’s hear what he has to say.” “Who are you?” Carlito asked the agitated apparition. “Who am I? Who the frack are YOU?, FLESH BAG,” roared the apparition, “I bet you're the backup team. Fat load of fraggin' good you slots turned out to be! You're as useless as my glitched-up chiphead slitch of a sister.” The apparition began wailing and slowly curled up into a fetal position on the floor. The ghost whined, “You're too late, watcher-brains, we've all been killed. Oh, spirits! I've been killed! I’m dead! This is the end! There's nothing left! I am dead! I’m dead!” Alexander moved to sooth the apparition, “Sorry, pal, we got here as first as we could, what happened? Where’s Tommy?” Gingerly, the elf motioned as if to pat the ghost’s back. Alexander’s asinine gesture apparently worked, as the apparition shortly calmed down. “I'm Sobriquet; I was the magician for Ice's Irregulars,” explained the apparition, “I'm sorry about that, I'm afraid I'm new at this whole being dead thing -- First time for me." The apparition sat up on the floor cross-legged. “What about Tommy?” the elf persisted. Sobriquet continued, “Tommy? Well, Tommy’s dead.” “What happened?” groaned Carlito as he thought to himself, [I]Now, we will never know what we are supposed to do with the samples.[/I] “We found Tommy here – his handlers were about to transport him to another location,” explained Sobriquet, “My team busted up the handlers pretty well. Tommy told us that he had managed to glean some paydata from the handlers regarding what this was all about; he had it loaded in his headware commlink” [I]We need that commlink; It’s about time for some straight answers[/I], thought Slone approvingly. “…And then we got hit,” continued Sobriquet, “I didn't see it coming; I was doing astral overwatch at the time. All of a sudden, I felt violence and fear, and when I came back to look, I caught a glimpse of a magically active aura when I felt my body die.” The apparition trailed off as he recollected the experience of dying; it as the most painful thing to ever happen to him, and now, that was the last feeling he would ever have. “Where are all the bodies? Where are Tommy’s remains?” prompted the elf. “So painful…so painful…” Sobriquet mused and then shook his head, “Look, I don’t have much time.” The apparition continued, “After I died, I hid, and the thing that killed me vanished as quickly as it had come. Later, a truck pulled up and about a half a dozen people came out. I manifested to see what was going on and they were cleaning! For a second I thought I was freaking out, but that's what they were doing. They took the bodies and cleaned the place up, and took off. It was very strange.” “Did you get a look at the cleaners?” queried the troll, “What’d they look like?” Sobriquet shook his head, “Nope, they all looked the same to me – or maybe I just had other things on my mind – like being KILLED! VENGEANCE! VENGEANCE!!” The elf soothed the apparition once more and Sobriquet regained his composure, “Anyway, the truck was red. One of the body bags they used had a logo, though; a pale man in a puritan costume,” the apparition continued, “Look, I have some loose ends to tie up in my personal affairs, Can you slots do me a favor?” “Sure,” replied Carlito, “What do you need?” “Finish the job – get Tommy’s remains back to the Johnson,” Sobriquet requested, “Also, one more thing, I had this Power Focus on my body. Can you give it to my sister? The Johnson will know what to do with it.” “Sure thing, chummer,” dubiously replied Alexander, but he thought to himself [I]I’m not going after that glitch-head’s body. Who does he think we are? Shadowrunners?[/I] [RIGHT][I]The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river[/I] The Clash, [I]London Calling[/I][/RIGHT] [/QUOTE]
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