May 2077
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Sat May 6 2077
Tir Taingire // Star Chamber Emergency Meeting
The gavel strikes to quell the raucous and decidedly un-elven atmosphere. Fear reigns. Another magical strike in Portland's east side. Saber Rattling from Sioux Nation. Even the state controlled Trid is having a tough time covering things up. Talk of The Games being delayed yet again. "We demand answers!" "Where does the Council stand!" "Bring back Lowfyr, a cooler head must prevail!" Etc, etc.
Prince Sosan Naerain chews her lower lip, a trickle of sweat falls from her brow ruining her makeup for the day. She steps out of the chamber - today's Council meeting could change everything. Sosan composes herself and walks away.
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Sat May 6 2077
Tir Taingire // Unknown Location
The orange-flamed kissed hair of Hestaby's human form stares at Dar Varfen. They discuss the ramifications of absentia, preventing a veto vote. The Star Chamber, originally designed as a facade of democracy has managed to put enough pressure this go around to really enflame things.
"I'm sorry Hestaby, but I thought there was more time. Surehand's expecting a vote tonight."
He'll never see it coming, will he? the Dragon asks via mindlink. Dar Varfen shakes his head.
Let the chips fall where they may, I tire of negotiating. Dar Varfen gulps, "His people are still making movements, that mad dog-" Hestaby cuts Dar Varfen off with a spell of silence.
Peace Forces rally at the Wall of Portland at Checkpoint Charlie. Elsewhere, the Star Chamber remains in session loudly.
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Sat May 6 2077
North Monaco District // FTZ
A shadow auction is held at the same night of a cover auction or so the thinking would go. Word is international fixer The Griffin would make an appearance. Rare and expensive items costing millions are traded for a select group. Bodyguards, bored, meander about.
The auction winds down. A quickstrike! Assault fails, tumbles into a drek-storm. Bodies fall. Blood is spilled. Shots are fired. Gun smoke fills the room. A medallion drops the magic into chaos as security measures are triggered.
42 Stories above - The Griffin falls and goes missing with a number of suicidal runners. Glass hits the pavement mili-seconds later as bodies thump and splatter. What a drekshow.
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Mon May 8 2077
North Monaco District // Active Magical Encounter
The elf drops the levitation spell. Having not forgotten the drone or the dwarf, he KO's the last out in a babyhug of Gentle Strike and, cradling her, runs like the wind towards the south east, making sure to put as much distance and as many turns and cover between himself and the drone, the intention being to deny it a line of sight at all while not running into pedestrians at F = 2mvt.
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Mon May 8 2077
North Monaco District // Active Magical Encounter
A Lone Star HTR drone fires twin bursts of three rounds wizzing pass Laz, smacking into the plasticrete of a nearby high rise, and the other landing right into the pavement ahead of him causing a cloud of dust to whisk upwrads into the air and small debris to scatter left and right. Police sirens follow drones instructions, moving from the active crime scene investigation to follow whatever the hell the Lone Star HTR Drone is responding to. Sirens echo through concrete canyons and glass plateaus.
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Mon May 8 2077
Heather Ridge District // Lone Star APB
The elf drops his quarry in the office, panting. A great form elemental waits with him, watching and conveying information. A split second decision becomes a rock thrown into a pool - concentric circles of insanity reverberate outward.
By tonight's end, an APB is out on Kate Mustaffah, Portland Financier and Philanthropist, and a runner's rep is in the toilet. Elsewhere, a radio crackles….
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Tue May 9 2077
The long thin fingers of infobroker's spread across Denver looking for one "Lazarus". #PullingaLaz trends on runner's dumb enough to have social media. Within the hour: Shadowland searches go up for "Kate Mustaffah" and "The Griffin". A private search party launches. Lone Star starts working it's contacts. Elizabeth Kalheim issues a press release. The east side of the Warrens tightens up like a Sinner's, well, you know: No one in or out. Somewhere deep in Orktown, an ork fixer pops the cork on champagne.
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Thu May 11 2077
Multiple Locations // Rumored Information
An hour passes passes after the Shadow Auction. In the shadows word quickly spreads that arms dealer "The Griffin" has been kidnapped by a semi-notorious elf mercenary Lazarus. He has disappeared, seemingly, along with the other attendees.
In the western Warrens, one of the most powerful street sams, The Croc, is collecting information on his location.
In the CAS, an elite strike team listens in on tapped phone-lines disseminating information to a powerful fixer. The Griffin out of the picture? At The Fallen Angel - someone pulls the fire alarm to flush anyone hiding from inside. Place getting whittled down on a list…..
In Tir Taingire, the Council of Princes meet and issue a vote of 'No Confidence' to Lugh Surehand following pro-tracted internal attacks from rebels - and the nation rumbles. Elsewhere, in the Portland darkness, a Tir Ghost squad.
….There a moments when the dynamic shifts and interests align. Flashpoints.
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Thu May 11 2077
The Warrens, Eastern Aurora, Tir Lewyn-Ork Town
A battle cry is issued to take back the Warrens for the downtrodden. As resources have dwindled, any excuse to grab more makes sense. A small cadre of armed and trained mercenaries lead a small but literal army of gang bangers northward towards Sunrise. The Demo Boyz, The Leaf Cutters, The Blackhearts, and more. Magic, bullets and mayhem.
In the blitz members of Los Reyes Diablo are quickly cut down. A local soup kitchen weathers strafing runs from a collection of elemental's and drones on recon to report. Drek just got real, and real fast. Movers and shakers missing mean only one thing - it's time to act now!
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Sat May 27 2077
North Sunrise, Warrens
Blackhearts pin down the initial gathering of runners surprised by a blitzkrieg from the South and SouthEast. Dorian steps outside only to be pinned down by Blackhearts and a hired mercenary peppering the ground around him.
"I've got this.", comes the voice of the teen, Melody suddenly darting off. Seconds later, glimpses of her can be seen as she leaps from rooftop to rooftop along the flank, the jumps too far to be natural. Out of sight for a moment, a laser sight beams across from an alleyway to the gathered Blackhearts, a stutter of submachine gun fire and two gangers fall before they know what's happening.
The sound comes again and again, the Blackhearts return fire but the girl is too quick, darting forward and dodging fire, she slides to a stop behind a car and blind fires, cutting down more of the gang allowing Dorian to push forward. A single grenade finishes the last, the unconscious body of a Reyes thrown with the explosion to smack into the girl. "Frag off!", she mutters, pushing the smoldering body away.
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Sat May 27 2077
South Central, Warrens
Rex decides to use this opportunity to expand The Sons grip around the Bare Knuckle. Between he and Scratch, they expand Eastward by a few blocks, into the outskirts of Los Reyes territory. A splash of carnage here, a splash of carnage there. The Reyes are caught off guard.
The Sons aren't with anyone but themselves - when the battle ends, if Los Reyes Survive, Sunrise might now be considered contested territory on the west side and Rex may have gain a new enemy.
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Sat May 27 2077
North Sunrise, Warrens
Conchita ain't having this shit. Greenwich's forces, the west side gangs are going down. Tonight, Mouse is courageous.
Using spells she begins healing songs to the surviving Sinners caught off guard while meeting at the Soup Kitchen. Much respect chica. Conchita moves up towards the roof, securing her armor and a sniper rifle. An elemental of Fire rises but is quickly dispatched by her banishing skills - a distraction. Two blocks southward a trained sniper hired by Greenwich calmly pulls the trigger and sends a bullet into her chest. Wounded, Conchita pops her Predator out and lays waste to the remaining Blackhearts who've made it into the Soup Kitchen!
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Sat May 27 2077
Pushback: Sunrise, The Warzone, Tir Llewyn.
The moment there's fire outside the Soup Kitchen, Dorian will contact the army. This army includes: The Sinners (already there), The Saints, The Reyes (already involved), The Royals, and several runners already collected. A counter-strike begins and Dorian leads the charge….
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Sat May 27 2077
Pushback: Sunrise // The Warzone //Tir Llewyn.
Doria connects with a motley crew of gangers including Mercy, the Sinners LT, and several runners.
With Conchita and Melody providing heavy cover fire, Dorian's cadre dodge bullets and melee around them to go southward- they hit an impasse just north of Tir Llewyn. Multiple mercenaries caught by surprise.
Naomi backs the group up, dropping several powerful stunball spells - which Mercy then slits every unconscious throat.. She toasts half a dozen elven gangers attempting to rush the group from one side.
Tamara and Hexe create a pincer attack, leading a few Royals into battle against the Demo Boyz. A high level mage blasts Tamara with a hellfire spell, but Tamara ducks just as the last words are cast- the spell past and into a lone Saint ganger- his burnt body crumbles quickly.
With a wedge open, and chaos abounding, Dorian and company stealth into Orktown.
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Sat May 27 2077
Angel's Pool Hall // Shenandoah, The Warrens
Wire is looking to wheel and deal: I might know where Red from Shape13 is hiding. I'll arm you, and get you a bargaining chip in your new shared territory with the Sinners. Don't. Get flanked by leftover psycho's from Shape13! Take my Colts and assorted weaponry, please!
The Saints don't believe Fred, with everything happening they're concerned with the battle at hand it sounds like a rumor. Some of the leadership eye Fred's offered guns, but the Street Sam manages to keep his cool and convince them it's better not to mess with Wire. So he rambo's out east with APDS loaded Roomsweepers and makes bloody hay while the moon shines instead. Bye bye more DemoBoyz.
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Sat May 27 2077
Meanwhile…In the CAS // Falstaff's
Laz tranq patches his quarry: International super fixer and philanthropist Kate Mustaffah. The shadow's are pissed. He makes a call. He makes several calls.
"Get your ass to the Rustbelt". Mr. T divines and wants Laz- you just might die tonight. Nine and Katral contact an equally powerful contact of their own through the trip. A comm-call away if need be
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Sat May 27 2077
CAS District // Highways Kellogg abandons the ACK ACKS in the Warrens, and drives to Falstaff's to make two pickups. Trunk music is the soundtrack.
He doesn't spot any tails, and he barely squeaks by if one just so happens to catch him. The smuggler hightails it to the destination - a glance out the window shows smoke flashes of fire from the west as the Warrens lights up tonight.
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Sat May 27 2077
Denver // Undisclosed Location
Rooks isn't down with the whole Shadowland hatefest over Laz. He hacks several locations to create false positive reports of Laz sightings. A digital goosechase, fake hotel check-ins, doctored video footage.
It dissuades several parties, possibly delaying tracking Laz. Mustaffah's own personal bodyguard heads to the Burnsley Hotel. Lone Star spreads it's net much wider and thinner throughout the CAS. But some runners know Laz all too well and aren't totally dissuaded.
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Sat May 27 2077
CAS District // Highways
30 seconds after Kellogg peels away, Air drives up to Falstaff's. He steps out and assess' the situation. A car speeding away can be heard…..he looks at Falstaff's close dup shop. Nobody home. His phone rings- it's Mustaffah's people: We're getting multiple sightings, someone's playing us we need to split up. Air reminds Carol that Laz has some serious players in his pocket. Time to even the odds.
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Sat May 27 2077
CAS District // Highways
Air rings HIS people. Even more powerful. Comm-trails are tracked. The Warrens lights up in his rearview mirror- he drops his comrade Zoey off to help. She's torn but her hearts not in the Hunt. Just Air now and his buddy heading southward on a hunch.
Carol calls back - Lone Star HTR and I are a half hour out, but no sign at the Burnsley.
And in the skies above, a combat helicopter operating in illegal airspace buzzes further southward. The crew on board check their weapons…
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