Fractured State

A Farm Upstate
Sing a song for Chia

Kontrol and Bownus have drinks

Frankie has a job and called for some impromptu contacts

Rain enters and makes good friends with Kontrol

Grin arrives and doesn’t make nice.

nDee comes last sipping a latte

We have a Johnson, Dominic, who needs you to run him supplies and look into some strange happenings

Negotiate for higher rate (10% more due to Kontrol’s negotiation)

Convoy leaves in 3 hours and preparations for the run begin.

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The convoy transit on the way to the farm. A Troll woman says “Bets on this norm becoming a slag slave, taking all bets” Kontrol tries to slip her some novacoke and the woman palms it. Kontrol is aghast at the confrontation and mocks her flamed horns.

The team arrives at the farm and greets Dominic, their Johnson.

Chia comes and admires Kontrol’s dress; not far behind is Mr Sing, a large Troll carting a huge sword. Dead animals litter the farm.

Grin and Bownus work on some heavy lifting tasks to secure the compound against further attack. Rain springs to heal the hurt and calls in a favor from her Mechanic friend, Mo to repair the turbine generator. Kontrol asks the team’s help setting up surveillance cameras around the compound before heading out to the encampment. Rain remains behind to help with repairs and to protect the children.

The team arrives and nDee has an immediate sense of the sorrow that has just befalled the people in these camps. There are more dead than bodies but where are the bodies? Women and children do not seem among the dead. Kontrol picks up a few commlinks and finds old files of a gang that wants to take out the encampment and has plans to attack the farm.

The team goes back to the farm and lets their benefactor know what they’ve seen, but Damian has gone to a well-needed sleep after his drugs have started his stegdown. Kontrol is wrapping through the footage as best she can looking for clues of an outsider and it seems everything is normal. Chia however seems attached to Mr. Sing in a strange unnatural way. nDee takes a detailed look at the child and notices something very odd but seems to keep the information to herself so as to not cause unnecessary alarm.

The sun is high in the air and the group remembers Dominic’s warning that they MUST be back before sundown at 8pm and despite Kontrol’s urging to stay the team travels into the den of a local gang from the flats.

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The team arrives in the rebel gang’s encampment to find another horror story… this one weeks older than the fresh scars of the camp. More disturbing is the results of the crime kit. These calculated attacks were performed by large, seemingly wild hell hounds! Kontrol searched the grounds and out on the perimeter were some lures that Kontrol knew, from her corpscout survival training, was designed to attract large carnivorous animals.. the same type used in the attack that killed the gang members and seemingly took over 5 rounds and still took out these gangers. At the same place there were multiple dirtbike tracks leading into the mysterious “plastic jungle”. Once again nDee’s face betrays her and Grin has a definite sense that she knows more than she’s saying.

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The team returns to the farm around 5pm to see the generator and perimeter defenses back to operational. Kontrol asks to take Sing aside and ask him about Chia. He suggests that nDee may be much more useful in discerning the true nature of Chia’s astral nature.

Rain suggests taking defensive positions.. she will stay with those who can’t fight in the executive residences. Kontrol takes a position on the 1st floor of the same building anxious to see what really happens at night. Bownus is on the roof access of the same building. Inside the guntower both nDee and Grin have an eagle’s eye look of the entire farm perimeter. As the night gets closer the team of farm workers seem to be much more on edge.. No one knows what will happen next.

One Normal Day

It is a normal day in Seattle. A beautiful woman walks into a hotel cafe and spends 2 Nuyen on her caffeine supplement tea. She calls open the society pages and sifts through her spam, hoping to see a message she’d been waiting for over 2 years to see. Her delicate features seem to defy her steely resolve and razor sharp focus. She looks to the sky briefly, as if calculated to see the sun break the skyscraper horizon, just brief enough to “enjoy” it, before returning to her diligent reading just inside her eyelids.

At the same time a mysterious man wakes from his soft bed in a sweat that only lucid nightmares create. He reaches out to his commlink and transfers 10,000 Nuyen to his landlord, unsure how many more nights he can afford to be tortured by this comfort. He walks to his weapon case and begins making fine attunements to his most trusted friend, his bow.

Down a grungy alley a door behind the waste chute opens, and a noticeably exhausted figure emerges into the grime of true reality. Her hands are scarred and bloodied, the scent of iron is strong enough to drown out the stench of the sorrow she’s come to know. Her smile betrays her, displaying to the empty alley knowing, satisfied airs of one concluding a life that needed saving.. or taking. She lights an e-cig and enjoys a few puffs before returning to her affairs inside.

It had been some time since anyone accessed the old world’s spirit library, yet for the third time this week a pleasant, worldly professor had returned to jack in to access the files personally. It is clear that she is doing more than hypothetical research but the university’s clearance gives her access to more astral knowledge than even the police allow. If anyone still bothered to actually manually jack in to the library anymore she’d surely be exposed. That is a big “if”. For now she is left to the solemn company of endless literature.

The last run had some complications, and if there’s one thing Grin is used to by now it’s complications. His cyberware is past due for some needed updates. He is never too trusting with his choice of upgrade facility so this time he’ll perform the maintenence himself. He’d been laying on the slab for almost two weeks now, using his AR SIM to control the robitic arms using microscalpels, lasers, and sodder to surger his tech to his flesh.


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