Shadowrun: On The Hunt 5Shadowrun: On The Hunt
So what do gangers taste like, anyhow? I asked Felix as we walked back to the Jackrabbit. The neighborhood had barely noticed our presence, the Bouncers being pretty much the only exception. A bit of a brawl like this had only whetted my appetite for more socially unacceptable violence for a good cause.
Alligator is the closest that I can compare it to, only tougher. Not as well fed. Slight hint of chemicals. Spicy aftertaste. Grandpa had always warned me about questions I didnt want answered. I had been hungry for more soyburgers.
Jet was impatiently standing next to the car, seething with supernatural effect around her. She had cloaked herself and the car in some kind of magic that prevented others from noticing her, but didnt affect us. I didnt understand it, but it worked, so I wasnt
Return of the Lone Wanderer-1Return of the Lone Wanderer - 1Return of the Lone Wanderer-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gooooooooooooooooooooood Morning Capital Wasteland! Three Dog here, with an Anniversary Announcement! It's been two years to the day since James and his Son, the Lone Wanderer from Vault 101, came crawling out of said Vault and turned the Capital Wasteland upside down! For the better, from the view of the Good Fight! James gave us Project Purity, the only reason we have clean water everywhere in the Capital Wasteland, and the Lone Wanderer being the reason we're not under the boot heels of the Enclave by destroying their base here not once, but twice! 'Yeah, but Three Dog, what have they done for us lately?' you ask. Well, James gave his life for the fresh water, and as for the Lone Wanderer, he's given up his heroing to pursue some scientific project in Rivet City, a continuation of Project Purity started by Doctor Li years ago..." I snapped the radio off on my Pip-Boy 3000-A.
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Walking down the stairway from the top of the bridge tower of Rivet City, I applauded myself for convincing Three Dog and Agatha to use their transmission towers not just as transmitters for their radio stations, but also as repeater towers for the communities. It allowed almost every settlement of the Capital Wasteland to be in Radio Communication with each other. The Republic of Dave was too far north to be in the link, and Girdershade was too far East, but other than that, everyone could talk to each other. The only part that irked me about it was that I had to call in favours for what should have been a mutually beneficial agreement by everyone.
But the Wasteland made for independent people. An "Us against the world" opinion was fairly common, due to the fact that it had literally been that way for the past two centuries. Still, the traders were the ones that benefited the most, as it allowe
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The trip to the Citadel, headquarters of the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel, was mostly uneventful. A few Mole Rats and Radroaches came across my path, and I killed them with my combat knife. No need to waste ammo. I even gave into the old habit of butchering them for whatever meat I could. It took a lot of food to feed the Brotherhood.
The Citadel itself was built out of the ruins of the Pentagon, the former centre of the US Military. It had somehow survived the nuclear bombardment of Washington DC, but had one side demolished either by age or conventional explosives. Perhaps a kinetic bombardment that barely hit it.
I hadn't been here in almost two years now, despite being a Knight of the Order. I wasn't, officially, part of the chain of command. More like an "Free Access Agent", doing what I could with the freedom to move about that gave me the ability to do
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"Cover left!" Reilly cried out, emptying her 10mm SMG's magazine into a Yao Guai, the mutated descendant of the area's local Black Bear population as far as we could figure out. They were over a ton of mean in a ratty fur coat by any other word. Butcher, who was also covering our rear finished it off with a single shot from his .44 Magnum Revolver.
"On it!" I cried, as I heard Eugene wind up again as Brick finished feeding in a new box of belted 5mm ammunition. She cried out a Rebel Yell as the bullets started flying, the tracers making the weapon look like a laser. Beside her was Fawkes, who was reloading his own Gatling Laser when one of the monsters pounced at him. Rather than worry about the weapon, he just slammed his off-hand into the creature, and crushed it against the wall, the sound of ribs splintering filling the metal-sided hallways sounded like a gunshot even more than ou
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All I could hear was voices. Loud. Worried.
"Get that maniac held down and away from Doctor Browning! Where the hell is Doctor Preston? Security to the Bridgeway! ALL OF THEM!"
They sounded quiet for a bit, then came back again.
"Hold him care... Damn it, push those intestines back into him and hold the wound shut! Put pressure on that arm, and don't touch that knife!" Bright light hit my eyes one at a time. "OK, going into shock, 10ccs of Yamotrix." "15ccs." Was that my voice? "Doctors, always the worst patients, alright, 15!" Apparently it was. "All right, now, carefully, onto the stretcher."
More blurry sounds.
"MAKE A HOLE!" "Harkness, get out of here. You can help more by interrogating that idiot that tried to kill the toughest son of a Yao Guai ever to walk the Capital W
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I was folding up the blanket and handing it to the Super Mutant guard when Bessie came up to me, a bottle of Aqua Pura in hand. "Roy told me that the Detective didn't find anything but weapons, no written records. Oh, and the woman is awake and aware now, her name is Catherine by the way. She thanks you, and can't think of how to repay you."
I was reaching for the bottle, but froze when I heard the name, "Catherine. Heh. Small world. Catherine was my Mother's name."
"She must have been a good woman. To have raised someone like you." Bessie said, as I took the bottle and took a long swallow.
"She didn't. Raise me, that is. She died in childbirth. But, from all I've heard, she was a good person. She was one of the leaders of Project Purity, alongside my Father." I stared into nothing again for a moment, remembe
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"Lock your doors and load your guns, Children! It's time, for the News. Got a report from Underworld that there was another attempt on the life of the Lone Wanderer. You won't hear me crying this time, however. He dealt with the situation himself, being back in action and ready to kick ass and not bother taking names. The hit man was turned over to Underworld's Judicial System and found Guilty of being too stupid to live. The funny part, his official cause of death is: 'Suicide by Lone Wanderer'. And they say Ghouls have no sense of humour. And now, some music." I snapped off the radio, glad to hear Three Dog reporting on the assassination attempt and how it failed. The more it got out, the less attempts there'd be on my life. Frankly, the only thing that annoyed me more than Three Dog's hero worship of me was his limit
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Galaxy News Radio ("GNR" to those in the know), home to all the news that's fit to report in the Capital Wasteland, and a lot that isn't. But it's reported anyways. Three Dog, the man who ran the radio station, and frontman for "The Good Fight", demanded that the truth be put out, no matter the results. He could, however, be convinced to not report everything however.
Although you have to get through the platoon of Brotherhood of Steel knights that stand guard in front of the building, and acted as his "Secretary Pool", and then thrust a .44 Magnum into his face. Yes, I speak from experience.
Of course, being a Knight of the Brotherhood myself, and an honorary member of their elite unit, kind of gave me an advantage in the first challenge to see him. It amazed me the number of groups that wanted to count me as a member. Honestly. I was given a membership for the Andale Home
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"Come on, guys, honestly, it stopped being funny five miles ago." I said, shifting my hold on the makeshift box I had cobbled up out of some maintenance panels and shelving units. Reilly's Rangers and Fawkes had been laughing non-stop ever since we got out of Vault 108. The line printer had attracted all the Yao Guai in the area to our location, including the Mother of All Monsters, who had to be twice the size of most of them. We had left our barricades, and was about to line ourselves into the room with the printer as a way to slow down the assault.
When the full noise of the printer hit the Yao Guai, and they ran off. Frightened by the noise.
Fully-Automatic fire from heavy weapons had not even phased them, but the noise of a printer had. Of course, it almost did the same to me. I think I almost burst an ear drum myself, and Yao Guai have very sensitive hearing.
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"You are wasting your time, child. I spent a century ensuring that there is no way for them to escape." Doctor Braun taunted me as I typed madly at the terminal for the central computer node. "And do you truly think you can outsmart me?"
"Oh, hardly. You're the great Doctor Braun, creator of the Vault Experiment. But let's look at each other's track records when it comes to our mental battles with each other. Oh, right. Looks like I'm batting 1.000 while you were left alone for, months did you say?" Sarcasm dipping from my voice like spittle from a rabid Deathclaw.
"Yes, mere months, rather than the eternity you intended. I think your average just fell a little." He said, haughty and proud. I turned to face him. He had little reason to be. He'd been just stripped of his Godhood, and was in the power armoured
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Elder Lyons and Head Scribe Rothchild sat in the War Room with me. It had been excavated a year ago, and still showed the condition the world was in during the Resource Wars before the World War III. It was now used for important meetings for the Brotherhood, and served as a reminder of just how small the world had become. We once moved across the world in hours, now it was hard to get from one side of the Capital Wasteland of Washington, DC to the other, impossible for some people.
Which, when you consider that the core of the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel practically walked from California, is humbling to me. All I've done was check out a few areas outside of DC. The Pitt with it's working steel mill and hunger for more slaves due to the radiation and poisons in the area, and Point Lookout with it's mysterious swamps and even more mysterious people, mostly. I've travelled more an
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"And know, that as you have accepted the brand 'Outcast', you shall forever be so. No member of your group will ever again wear the icon of the Brotherhood of Steel." Elder Sarah Lyons said, venom dripping from her voice through the static of the old ham radio. My Pip-Boy 3000A providing as much encryption as the US Army could have provided 200-years ago.
"Acknowledged and accepted. We left for reasons of honour and duty. We stand by that now, but we have been a house divided for too long, Elder. I should have seen that earlier, and for that, I, I apologize." Casdin said, a tear seemed to drop out from a corner of his eye. A sign of how dusty this place was, I was sure.
"As for the deaths of our brothers and sisters the Outcasts caused when they left..." Sarah started, but I quickly cut her off.
"That should be handled Brother-to-Brother, rather than
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There had been some argument about saving the Brotherhood Outcasts, particularly their leader, Casdin. There had been a schism a handful of years ago over the Brotherhood of Steel's reason for being in the Capital Wasteland. Their original orders had been to only get whatever technology and data they could from military bases that survived the bombing of Washington, DC. Beginning, middle, and end of story.
Elder Owyn Lyons, however, had changed that when he saw the masses of Super Mutants that swarmed over the whole region. While there was a good portion of work done to get the military technological secrets and schematics, most of the fighting was done against the Super Mutants in defence of the people of the Capital Wasteland, in direct defiance of not only their orders, but what the Order itself stood for: "There will always be people that know how to make other people, all you need is a man
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In a story, we'd have made long, passionate love of those who have kept themselves from each other for far too long. In a story, it would have been enough for a lifetime.
This isn't a story, it's real life.
And the reality of the situation is that I had had far too much to drink. From a professional standpoint, I doubted that I could even have performed properly, even if I hadn't slid out of my power amour and fell face-first onto Sarah's couch, the only thing keeping me upright from far too much work done on far too little sleep added with far too many beer. Elder Lyons looked at me in anger, then disgust, then pity, and kissed me on the forehead and turned off the light.
The last look hurt the worst.
I woke up and looked at my Pip-Boy to see how long I slept, then gave up trying to figure that out as I didn't know when I fell asleep. My armour was gone, but in the Citadel I was far from worried, likely
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I woke up to the smell of a burning car.
It's a smell you never forget. A lot of people say that it's cooking metahuman flesh that they never forget, but that always smelled like Pork to me. The smell of burning gasoline, lubricants, leather, paint, and metal stayed with me. I remembered it in my sleep at night.
The pain came next. It was then that I knew I wasn't dreaming. It was a different pain. In my sleep, the pain is a burning death the creeps along my back and legs. The fire that had required my muscles being replaced by vat-grown synthetics, allowing me to walk again, drive again. But, in doing so, had removed the reason for doing so. This pain was mostly hunger, as well as stiffness all over my body. A dull ache was over my torso and left shoulder.
Eyes open, and light intrudes, stabbing deep into the brain.
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I never made it to GNR. I almost made it to the bottom of the steps, with their sandbagged emplacements and power armour wearing body guards. I had swapped out the plasma rifle on my back for the Sacrifice, not wanting it to be too quick. But then I just turned around and ended up in Underworld, completely lost in thought.
I needed a drink. I need a lot of drinks.
I don't know how I got through the crowd of people in Underworld to get to The Ninth Circle. All I could remember is dropping my crate on the ground, taking my helmet off, and Gob ordering everyone out for a "Owners Meeting". Soon the only people in the bar were Gob, Charon, and Fawkes. Mainly because no one tells Charon or Fawkes where they can or can't be. Well, Gob can tell Charon, but it doesn't happen often.
It took a few beers, but I finally figured out why Gob had done so. It had been
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Exhaustion and alcohol ensured that I was asleep as soon as I stripped my armoured vault suit off. Before I even hit the mattress. Sweet oblivion came over me in midair as I felt gravity take its course.
I once heard Paladin Gunny tell me the old laws of soldiering, "Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie down, and never stay awake when you can sleep." I had figured that out awhile back, but it was good to know I was doing things right.
Who knows when I might get another chance. Perhaps even if I ever get another chance. The future was looking quite murky in my mind, but that could just have been the mixture of scotch and wine in my system. The perk up from the Nuka-Cola had kept me going for awhile, but it had long since faded. But I had gotten my will updated, something that had been nagging me for awhile now. It was last updated when I moved
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Having a shotgun blast open up the door at your feet will wake you up better than any power beverage or ersatz coffee made from soy and enriched with caffeine. Opening my eyes to a huge ork kick the remains of the door open and walk in, with the opening of a train tunnel pointed at my face did the rest.
I moved with all the speed I could muster, diving for the revolver on the table next to me, but I could see my hand shaking like I was drying out once more. I wasn't going to make the revolver before the blast that took my life entered the frame.
Only to find how wrong I was when I touched the handle, and saw a blur of motion, and heard a thunk on the cheap press-board. As if by magic, a switch-blade appeared, the blade right in the centre of the trigger guard. I looked over at the hand and arm that propelled it, and saw a human wearing a suit that had the very subtle characteristics of
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At this point, I'd like to panic. It's what any sane metahuman would do in a situation like this.
But, if I didn't want to end up as some rich slot's personal hunting fox, I couldn't spare the time. But hunger and exhaustion was hitting me hard. Security first. Using a chair, and a few empty soybeer bottles. Wouldn't stop anyone from breaking in, but would let me know if they did. I also opened the coffee table's small drawer, and took out a few of the stray bullets I keep there to reload the four spent shells in my revolver.
Exhaustion next. Stumbling to the bathroom just off the narrow hallway from the living room to the bedroom, I opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out one of the few pill bottles I allow myself. As I hit one of the walls, I used the CommLink attached to my right forearm to queue up five soysteaks, blue, and a pot of
A Night to Never Remember - 5Shadowrun: A Night to Never Remember 5A Night to Never Remember - 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even with the efficient mass transit system, it was still a six block walk through some rough neighbourhood at 0300. I must have looked like such an easy target. My clothing would define me as a transporter, yet here I am on foot, with a large briefcase. A bagman out of his element. But street predators have a sixth sense to them, they smelled the barely held rage within the core of my being, pushing out for any excuse. A spiritual Go ahead, give me a reason statement to the world.
Only one person even tried, some punk in tattered t-shirt and cheap, stained synthdenims. Not even any colours, just an independent, flicking out his switchblade like it was something to be feared. I stared at him, and shifted, lifting my leathers and showing the revolved tucked into my belt. The punk's eyes went wide and he became less than
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It took all my willpower not to roar with laughter. Ive dealt with Shapechangers for decades, but never driven with one. It was honestly the most hilarious thing I had seen since that horrendous day when my wife died. Here I was, in a hot ride, with a Wolf Shapechanger who was hard as ferrocrete, sticking his head out the window, tongue hanging out the side, happier than a puppy with a new chew toy and a tummy rub. In Wolf form, it wouldnt have attracted any attention, but he was Furless at the moment, so we got the occasional look. He did growl at a few of the gangers, however, and no one shot at us. They didnt want to deal with the crazy passenger, I guess.
Over an hour passed getting to the orphanage. I was checking for tails, paranoia gripping me as I was on duty in the Shadows now, and had to take a detour when a bridge was declared Off L
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Thank goodness for Double-Coupon days! I said, pulling the heavy bags of groceries out of the trunk of my new (to me) GMC Commodore Sedan. Yes, things were very much looking up to me. Boyfriend, car, rent paid up for a few months, and now enough food to last me a bit, even with my bio-thingy boosting my appetite.
Of course, when things are going well when you work the Shadows, the criminal underworld of 2070, it only means that you're being set up for a fall. In this case, it was physical as I felt a blow to the back of my head, then one to the front as I hit the trunk, sprawling to the ground as my bags went flying everywhere.
So, this breeder thinks he can just park anywhere on our turf, huh? Came a guttural voice as I shook the blurriness from my eyes. Breeder, oh frag, these guys were so stupid they couldn't even tell an elf from a human.
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It started with a woman. All the good stories do. She was beauty personified. She had the face of an angel, and skin of porcelain. Her body was toned and taunt, with long limbs that you just want wrapped around you. Her dress was immaculate, a skirt-suit that accentuated her appearance. And her eyes are as pure green as the Emerald Isle, and they looked right into your soul.
Actually, her eyes did peer into your soul, as she wasnt human. She was a spirit of some sort, summoned by a magician years ago, and found her freedom through some manner. This usually spelled death for the magician in question. She was a chummer of mine, so I never asked. I have a lot of friends that have mysterious and questionable pasts. I, myself, have a history like that. And you better believe that I worked hard at getting it that
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Ive got a debt to repay, I aint going to cry Ill put a gun in your face, youll pay with your life I sang as I moved down the dirty streets of the Redmond Barrens, dancing along. My Commlink was sending the song directly to my ears, all the while not blocking out the remainder of the situation on the street. The Classical music soothed me as I moved, sliding around like I was on greased soles.
And the words of the song were as true today as they were back then. I smiled and cued the link to mute the music, and approached the person I had been hunting for the two weeks since the big fight went down. It was a minor footnote of an event, barely noticeable to the city. The Street had already forgotten it, as the next round of gang warfare had started up. The Bloody Razors were picking a fight with a lightly-gua