October 2072
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Tue Oct 23 2072
Caleb holds court in the basement of The Ragdoll with a small cadre of human street samurai watching over. The man's features bend in the light, a subtle hint of magic use. He connects to Command through a sat-linked cyberdeck with an encrypted transmission, filtered through an old school SQUID burst. »>Phase Two has been initiated, Phase One compromised with possible leak. I will see how to rectify and pivot for leverage. Standing by for next order.«<
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Tue Oct 23 2072
Connor, newly re-elected leader of the few remaining and not in jail members of the TLF, pays a hefty smuggling fee and makes it back to Orktown under cover of darkness. Meanwhile Tir snipers manage to whack two of the political activists dumb enough to stand in the open as Orktown hunkers down for the evening.
Molotov cocktails blast a a scouting group of Elves on motorcycles. The Horsemen quickly raid the remaining supplies. Things are getting worse each night.
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Tue Oct 23 2072
Trideo Commercial, inset are two suspicious and criminal looking male orks standing in front of a downtown apartment complex. A ghostly overlay of the Ork Freedom Rally, followed by piped in gunshot noises, screams, and a static image of Derek Falloon injured by a bullet.
The screen fades to black, "After a long day at work, do you need to worry about coming home?" a soft fatherly voice intones, "Support Proposition 87-B, tell your council person it's whats right. A better city, a safer city."
This message brought to you by The Freedom Committee of People For Safety.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Downtown Denver. Gleaming towers overlook the expanse of the twinkling city. Far out at the edge, the chaos of the Warrens is a slight blip of shifting light. High above in a penthouse at a private dinner, certain interested parties with open ears and deep pockets nod at logical possibilities presented by one Derek ONeal. Better race relations, Inclusion of CalFree into Denver, possibilities of new treaty measures to take the Warrens off everyones hands in a profitable way. In one corner, Jeremy Falloon, his arm in a sling, but otherwise all healed up listens with a poker face. Derek ONeal wraps up his pitch with these parties when he gets a text and excuses himself for a moment. He smiles.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
The fighting on the border of Orktown and Tir EXPLODES after a tension filled week. A pitched battle begins with a few potshots and quickly rises to a crescendo of rattling automatic weapons and yells. Home made molotovs and zip guns compete with sawed off shotguns, scoped rifles, hand to hand cybercombat. The Horsemen lead a charge on bikes through a hole in the Tir defenses. The Leafcutters swarm like white blood cells hoping to choke off any gained territory.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Meanwhile…..Enzo, ork decker and all around curious shadowrunner, has had some suspicions ever since the gas attack in Orktown. He works his contacts, and gets a clue the chemical was Seven-7. Nasty stuff. The decker jacks into the Matrix and leaves the meat behind. Hours later hes got a better idea of who could get access. The black market, sure, but someone with the resources, some advanced military knowledge, and access to pharmaceutical or chemical compound distributors could get their hands on Seven-7 on the legit.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Vollo, Confetti, and Slur a trio of shadowrunners and hardline elven supporters wont stand for this bulldrek. Vollo and Confetti set up a temporary base at Twilight, arming half a dozen more experienced Leafcutters with APDS filled machine pistols. The Horsemen get a break and roll in carving a path of destruction heading towards Twilight.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Quickly Slur summons a city spirit to conceal the Commando group and casts invisibility on Vollo and himself to watch his friends back, the drain is no match for courage and a dose of Psyche.
Vollo quickly coordinates a counter attack against the Horsemen, tucking into cover to shout commands . He snap fires into a pair of orks, their brains cobweb across each other. Vollo smiles.
Confetti rolls her shoulders and sets up a defensive position around Twilight. A group of berserker orks plow through Vollos offense ignoring bullets like rain drops. But these orks werent counting on Confettis skills as a bodyguard. Lightning fast she tussles with the berserkers in a flurry of punches and close fired shots. They go down and stay down. Confetti wipes blood from a massive wound across her abdomen, its bad, but shes alive. The fight is a near repeat of The Alamo. But the trio manage to hold the Twilight from take over. But at what cost?
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Where there are gang wars there are casualties. Gangers, sure, but for something this big also the poor souls caught in the crossfire: the friends, the hangers-on, the hapless. Dill, Fray's charitable street doc contact, will be busy in the Rez. The dwarf street samurai spends the night in full armor helping the doc providing medical supplies, tending first aid and finally smuggling a dying elven boy missing most of his chest out of the Warrens. The dwarf won' t forget this night and Dill won't forget the help she got.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
In another part of Denver, The Gunman makes his way to The Ragdoll. He went through a well known and very discreet decker to scope out buyers. Buyers for what? Verifiable bragging rights to who offed TLF President Brother Mouzone and injured Falloon. The Gunman made contact with a potential buyer with the handle "Caleb" who seemed more legit than most of the run of the mill supremacist types. Caleb wanted to meet somewhere off the Highway and this was the spot he picked. The Gunman waits across the street for some time, no obvious police presence and seems legitimate. He makes his way to the deal…..
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Ork Town reaches a fever pitch of violence. El Croc is back and hes been jonesing for some murder. A full on race war just happens to be the prescription. Tonight he wears the old colors of the Sons of Sauron while fighting with the Horsemen, raiding supplies and being a juggernaut of destruction. He gets pinned down by targeted sniper fire thirteen stories above. On goes the Ruthenium cloak. Up goes the Croc to counter-attack. Tick Tick Tick. The monster of a man reaches a bombed out rooftop and eviscerates one sniper with a slew of lucky shots. The other attempts a parkour move to a new rooftop on the Tir side and falls to his death. Croc like.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Rex is a big, big dude with big, big cojones. The troll lumbers to the front lines of the battle for Twilight and- dual wielding Ares Alphas with grenade launchers, provides suppressive fire for retreating Horsemen fleeing Vollo's counter-attack. He stands in clear cover, steely eyed and calm as he mows down a cadre of Elf gangers foolish enough to see if Rex is still there. Finally, someone lobs a home made stun grenade lands at Rex's feet. He keeps firing unimpressed with the explosive. This one has enough force to actually cause him to pause firing his weapons. The Horsemen are very impressed and quickly pull Rex back to safety before they lose this asset as they set up defenses. Before the night is over, Rex has new admirers and a small concussion.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
Skitter, a troll shaman with a name that fits, is in it for himself. He casts a spell to blend into the carnage and stealthily moves from dead body to dead body picking at carcasses and the detritus of battle for something worthwhile to take back to his bolthole. Guns, armor, phones, anything magical. He gathers what he can sprinting for safety as a shoot out breaks out around him.
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Thu Oct 25 2072
The October Surprise goes down as one of the Warrens most violent nights in recent ghetto memory. What should have been a surprise attack from the Horsemen and company somehow broke into a pitched battle. Last minute guerrilla tactics from the Leafcutters and a group of shadowrunners managed to hold onto prized elven territory, but at a cost of almost 200 dead elven coalition members to a few dozen ork and trolls. Conversely, the pure violent blood lust coming from Orktown seemed to trump any strategic movements after the failed initial blitzkrieg. All over Orktown fighters are scrambling for new munitions and ammo to replace the nights depletion.
Elsewhere other criminal interests watch to see what happens next. Could they gain from this? For if this fighting continues, if these two races weaken and bleed each other enough, it could lead to internal conflicts….or worse, if this gang war continues too much longer. When is enough, enough?
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Sun Oct 28 2072
Denver Airport, Sun Oct 28 18:37:48 2072. As Jeremy Falloon sits in the airport's executive lounge enjoying the finest quality alcohol, he watches his plane fuels up for a trip to Seattle. A new trade initiative for the two city-states. Derek O'Neal stands by the tinted window chatting with Jeremy. "Frankly, Mr. Falloon, I think the situation is out of hand. Certain contacts of mine witnessed some of the events two nights ago, and they personally swore it's only a matter of time till this reaches our doorsteps."
Falloon, human sphinx, gives a glance to the activist, "I've heard your pitch Derek.Just as I told you before, I'll think on it. There's an election coming up, things are delicate, the Council mulling over this Isaiah Group recommendation. Just drop it." The men sit in silence for a moment. Something flashes and then there is no sound.
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Sun Oct 28 2072
KSAF News in brief: » Reports are quickly coming in. A VTOL aircraft as hexploded on the Denver Airport tarmac, possibly the result of a suicide bomb attack (Cut to images of fire-trucks spraying down a plane, flashing lights everywhere). The VTOL aircraft is believed to have been designated for a flight that would have had Jeremy Falloon on board, however, he was unharmed and was not on board the plane at the time. However, two of his personal staff have been confirmed as being on the plane during the attack. Their names have not yet been released pending notification of kin. This is the second possible attempt on the councilman's life this month. Inside sources are speculating whether this may have been a result of extreme metahuman activists including recently branded terrorist organisation the "Tusk Liberation Front." More on this story, at 11.«
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