Shadowrun: Richmond, Virginia, CAS

Backgrounds from Kai

Kane
Todd Peters: magical researcher, Occult Division. No, non-magical weapons or armor.

Sunder
Lawrence Feidler: Sergeant magical security. Authorized armored jacket and a personal side arm (pistol). May have magical weaponry.

Kirah:
Pamela Stiles: Apprentice, Gladios magical group applicant. Authorized for side arm (pistol) and armored jacket.

Zee:
Terry Dupris: Instructor, security division, arcane weapon specialist. Authorized for bow, side arm (pistol), and armored jacket.

Dana:
Lt. Susan O’Reily: security personnel transfer from Aztec Boston office. Authorized security armor, side arm (sub machine gun), stun baton, and melee weapon.

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The Teams

Pre-Team

Kai (building covers for everyone…)

Team 1

Dana
Kane
Kirah
Sunder
Zee

Team 2

Lazarus
M_Dragon
Mortis (MIA)
Timber

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Aztec's Level 20

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The Long Flight

Grummish walked into the private terminal at Richmond International Airport exhausted. His enhanced shoulder joint was damaged and still causing discomfort. He learned of Marcus’ death not twenty four hours earlier. And worst of all, he had to wear this cheap suit which was all that was available in Kathmandu.

As he entered the small lobby for the private terminal, a somewhat overweight man in a similar, albeit wider, suit that Grummish wore. “Mr. Grummish. A very long trip I’m sure. Do you need some coffee or perhaps a good meal? I can have that brought in, just ask.” The man sat up straight from behind the counter, and his acknowledgment of Grummish drew the disapproving gaze of the patron in front of him. The patron, a white man in a suit that Grummish would find acceptable, folded his arms and cleared his throat. A large troll in light armor stood behind the patron, facing Grummish looking through his mirror sunglasses. Grummish made a mental note that the troll was armed with a poorly concealed heavy pistol and some minor cyberware.

“I’m fine Perry,” Grummish answered wearily. “Is my car ready?”

“Hey!” shouted the patron. “You’re serving me, not some dumb trog in a cheezy suit.”

“Look Mr. Humley, I’m very sorry for the interruption,” Perry said nervously. “Please take a seat and I’ll get you anything you need. This gentleman-”

“Gentleman?!” shouted Humley. “He’s a trog bodyguard by the looks of him. Where’s his master? Need to pull that leash tight!” Perry’s face had the color drained.

“Please sir,” pleaded Perry, “I know you’re new to town and-”

“You’re a nobody. Do. What. I. Say!” Humley shouted at Perry. Humley walked across the room standing nose to nose with Grummish. “You’re little for a trog aren’t you? So step back and wait your turn.” Humley attempted to push Grummish backward, but was surprised that he did not move.

Grummish pinched his nose as he looked at his feet. “Mr. Humley, it has been a long day and I just found out that a friend of mine died yesterday. Since I am feeling generous, let Perry have the car and driver brought around. Then I will be out of your way. Attempt to push me again, which is assault, I will be forced to defend myself.”

Mr. Humley pushed Grummish again with more force, but again Grummish did not move.

Perry moved to the exit. “I’ll get your driver and car personally. Just… um,… please don’t leave a mess.” Perry would not strike anyone as a fast runner, but in this instance he might be mistaken for a former Olympic sprinting champion.

“Mess?” Mr. Humley said furrowing his brow in confusion. As he turned to face Grummish again, the last thing he would see was a fist in his face. Normally a punch would not be lethal, but when one’s fist’s bones are made of titanium, the damage is much more substantial. Mr. Humley dropped dead in a heap. Grummish stepped around the body towards the troll, who looked confused.

“You should pick better employers,” Grummish said softly. Grummish presented a business card to the troll. “Call us. We provide a more metahuman friendly working environment and who couldn’t benefit from your obvious strength. Make the call. Tell them that Grummish sent you for an employment interview. Mister…?”

“John Carson,” the troll answered, confusion still obvious on his face.

“Good to meet you John. If you’ll excuse me.” A car drove up outside the terminal as Grummish left for it.

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Omega Class Spirit Summary

To: Mark Johns, EVP, Research and Development
From: Janet Dowery, Manager, Occult Research
Re: Omega spirit

Dr. Johns,

You requested materials and a briefing of the Omega class spirit that is working on our behalf. You should have the details within the documents attached. In summary, this spirit acts much like other spirits that we encountered before or were conjured as part of additional research within our division. This spirit, however, eclipses the strength of other blood type spirits and should continue to be considered extremely dangerous.

I would like to implore you to close this project as being too dangerous. I understand that executive management continues to press for additional research, but I believe that the spirit is using our organization for it’s own purposes. Spirits being the enigma that they are and knowing that blood type spirits are highly unpredictable and violent, our continued work with the spirit will not end with our interests but rather its interests.

Please argue for separating our relationship with this dangerous entity with William Prescott. While Mr. Prescott has demonstrated an astonishing degree of control over the spirit, perhaps he would be willing to consider changing course here.

Respectfully,
Janet Dowry, Manager
Occult Research

EXCERPT from Aztechnology data files supplied by Mark Johns.

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Report from Occult Research

To: Mark Johns, EVP, Research and Development
From: Janet Dowery, Manager, Occult Research
Re: Humanoid cyberorganisms

Dr. Johns,

As you know, we have been working diligently deciphering the various texts recovered from the ancient sites in the Yucatan, Alaska, and Nepal. Of interest, and the subject of this report, are the construction of humanoid based cyberorganisms. Research suggests that such capability existed thousands of years ago, to essentially remove the humanity out of an organism and animate the remains into an semi-autonomous creature. The texts suggest that such creatures, depending on their composition, could sustain significant damage before being destroyed and does not exhibit the emotional restraints normally exhibited by organisms when threatened with harm or death. We have seen examples of such magics in those ancient sites, where what appear to be statues are able to move and act as autonomous constructs. Of course, you received notice from me based on successful experiments in Alaska, and, unfortunately, we were not able to secure the research subjects before the unexpected intrusion of an independent mercenary group.

These first experiments, while successful, utilized bio-organic or simple stone bodies, something common to their original design. This report is to confirm that we have had success creating cyberorganisms, constructed of materials far stronger and flexible than those primitive, ancient examples. We appreciate the faith you have in our project and your designation of the project as alpha priority. With those barriers removed, we accomplished a great deal, and we hope that you will continue to prioritize our projects.

The first batch of four cyberorganisms have excelled at all tasks assigned to them. However, the true challenge of the project has been control. With the help of the Omega class blood spirit, we were able to modify the formula and construction techniques to ensure 100% reliability of these cyberorganisms following our commands. While I will not bore you with the details, suffice to say that the trick involved the use of a modified strain of the CFD nanovirus to completely suppress the intellectual capacity of the human subject and replace it with our own variation of intellect constructed by the CFD alpha nanovirus. Unfortunately, complete control of the spread of CFD alpha cannot be assured and we have lost the monetary value of several of our security forces who were in too close proximity of the cyberorganisms.

Obviously, the monetary value of creating completely loyal combat troops and covert agents is staggering. I suggest that we bring in the marketing team to determine how best to sell this new magical technology. In the meantime, our first batch has been transferred to the corporate security arm of our company for field testing.

To our continued success!
Janet Dowry, Manager
Occult Research


EXCERPT from Aztechnology data files supplied by Mark Johns.

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Justification

“Ow,” I yell out. “I get you’re mad, but really?” Already starting like any other Lazarus day: bad. Though, ain’t the first time I was slapped by a woman.

“You brought a cop to the compound.” Now Gina is a shadowrunner in her own right. Well trained with a bunch of cyberware. So, if she slaps you, it’s going to hurt.

“Can I explain?” Gina glares at me. It’s hard to think of her as the vicious killer when she’s dressed in comfortable clothes and her kids are playing quietly in the other room. GIna is attractive to be sure, so no wonder that she’s Sunder’s main squeeze. Gina holds her open hand to me prompting me to answer.

“Look, the place was compromised. You can’t go back and you know it. Just like in trade craft. Burn the bridge after you cross it. How many magical forensic professionals do you know outside of law enforcement? Don’t know about you, but I know only one. Sure I could’ve searched for another one in a more acceptable non-profession. I like to take the devil I know, thanks much.”

“Lazarus,” Gina fumed, “that’s not the point. I should’ve been consulted before you brought someone in. Not a fan of people taking initiative when it’s not something I’d agree to.”

Since when did she become my boss? If I wanted people to tell me what to do, I’d go back to Langley working for the government!

“Well, what’s done is done.” I think she may have heard my eye roll. “My guy tells me we got some major spirit action involved here. I confirmed that the attack was from the Azzies, but the spirit, life-energy stealing thing is clearly not. These blood spirits or whatever apparently despise being here.”

“Here?” Gina interrupted.

“You know, this… plane of existence? To conjure up one of them is truly making a deal with the devil, and apparently the Azzies have made a deal with some. Ask your boyfriend for the details, ’cause he ought know better than me. The most troubling thing though-”

“There’s more ‘troubling things’?”

“Is that Moriarty thinks that a free blood spirit is involved. These things need a constant snack of people’s life to stay here. And it seems this one intends to stay.”

“Didn’t you just say,” Gina does her mocking impression of me, " that they ‘despise being here’?"

I’m startin’ to despise being here. Yeah, so if it wants to hang out and slum with the metahumans, that spirit wants something.”

“Or,” Gina added, “that spirit is being forced to stay somehow. Either way…”

Gina’s voice trails off and things go quiet. Either way, it’s bad news.

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The Coming Storm

Dr. Bob, Spitfire, and Dr. Talley sat around the conference room table. Normally, the room could have twenty people around the large table, but tonight only three sat within the brightly lit room. Unlike many of the rooms of the Ork Rights Committee’s RIchmond headquarters, this conference room was on the top floor, in a corner of the building showing the surrounding city lights of the Petersburg Barrens.

“So, good doctor,” Spitfire began, “what are we going to do, sugah? Grummish is coming home and we can say with confidence that he is not going to, um… respond well to Marcus’ killing.”

“There’s an understatement,” Bob responded flatly.

“An he’ll be wanting to punch a cyberspur through that Maiden’s forehead,” Spitfire replied.

“And now you’re stating the obvious?” Bob asked rhetorically. “When you talked with the Maiden, what did she say?”

“I can’t say exactly, because using her magical doll for translation. From her point of reference compared to modern language leaves a number of things as somewhat unclear.” Spitfire shook her head. “What about Marcus? Why did he snap? I thought y’all put him back together and he was recovering.”

“Well, all signs point to CFD.”

Breaking her silence, Dr. Maggie Talley asked, “CFD? My field is magical theory, not technology.”

CFD,” answered Bob. “Cognitive Fragmentation Disorder nanovirus. It can alter the functioning of one’s mind. Some say even replace it with some artificial intelligence. As a virus, it indicates possible infectious disease.”

“Ew,” Maggie replied, almost to herself. “But you don’t know for sure.”

“Hard to say,” Bob said. “I quarantined the body, but it wasn’t like I could interact with Marcus before he caught a sword to the face. What I thought impressive about that, though, is that his bone lacing in his skull was actually caved in from the sword swing. Very durable construction that sword and it implies that the Maiden is extremely strong. All without technology.”

“Well hon,” Spitfire interjected, “astrally, she looks like a physical adept and the weapon and armor are magical. Ain’t got a clue in what that magic is and does.”

“And you both know that she’s been training and teaching some of the guards around here,” Maggie said.

“What?” Both Bob and Spitfire appeared surprised by Maggie’s observation.

“Nail in the coffin,” Bob answered. “You thought he’d be mad at the Maiden for Marcus’ death, but out and out treason seals her fate.”

“Are you sure Grummish can defeat her?” Spitfire asked. “She’s extremely well trained. I’ve watched her practice. And we know there are unknown magics in play too.”

“Still doesn’t matter.” Bob rubbed his head and leaned back in the comfortable chair. “Grummish is coming home and he’s going to try to kill her. One way or another. So, how do we convince him not to?”

“Well, the Maiden said she had to ‘destroy the souless man.’ Her words.” Spitfire rubbed her eyes, appearing tired.

“Ah,” Maggie said. “If I may? The Maiden didn’t exactly say that. The magic of the doll interpreted what the Maiden said in her own language. You interpreted it, again through the doll, to be ‘destroy the souless man.’ I don’t think that’s what she said. She doesn’t know anything about CFD or whatever. She doesn’t know about cyberlimbs and vat grown muscles.”

“Your point?” Bob asked.

Maggie sighed. “I think she meant ‘golem’. Remember the ancient text that explains their creation. They’re ‘made’ and artificial. Sounds a bit like what Marcus might look like in her eyes.”

“Sugah,” Spitfire said looking squarely at Maggie, “there are plenty of folks who have just as much cyberware. She clearly knows they are people and not some constructed thing.”

“True,” Maggie continued, “so I’m thinking she could tell somehow that Marcus wasn’t in control.”

“That’s a big hypothesis,” Bob said. “Even if you’re right, that doesn’t help us deal with Grummish when he shows up.”

“Well dear,” Spitfire said as she reclined back, “perhaps we should call a cop.”

“Your answer is to involve the authorities?” Bob’s incredulous stare at Spitfire expressed his intense feelings on the matter.

“No, not all of them. Just one.”

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