(OOC Note: This is circa 93-94 when I was table top gaming. All Characters referenced are copyright their respective players and used with permission. Unfortunately, none of the players are part of this site. This story started as a tabletop campaign and turned into a college writing assignment.)
What the drek went wrong? Someone must?ve slipped us a screamer. All the warning we had was when our Deckers, Wolfeneagle and Chameleon, were dumped from the matrix. Getting dumped put our deckers out for the count. Lorelei covered them, while we tried to pull out. We had heavy opposition from the corp security forces. Demon and Archangel were feeling the strain from the magic they were throwing. I laid down heavy suppression fire but I had also taken a couple of hits. Our street shaman, Silver Dancer was busy healing us. I decided to radio to Slicer for backup. Normally I wouldn?t have bothered, and gone out ?In a Blaze of Glory,? but Archangel?s safety had to taken precedence. Well, to make a long story short, Slicer managed to tip the scales in our favor. Thanks to Chameleon backing Wolf, we barely managed to get the pay data our ?Mr. Johnson? was looking for.
We dragged our rear ends back to my condo where I immediately got in touch with my fixer, Jax, to let him know to contact Mr. Johnson. I hate dealing with the corps but nuyen is nuyen. The kid was complaining about his jacket. I got so fed up with the scene that I stormed up stairs to the shower. I cranked up my stereo system in the bathroom and drew the water for a bath. My first aid kit helped me take care of most of the wounds I sustained. Silver Dancer handled the rest. My armor had held up just enough to keep my wounds minor. I felt so grimy from wearing my bodysuit. I wish I didn?t have to wear this cloth monster but my allergy to plastics, which practically everything is made of, doesn?t help. I sat in the warm water and started thinking about my chummers.
Sometimes you wonder why the world went down the toilet the way it did. The megacorporations like Fuchi, Renraku, & Aztechnology rule. Elves, dwarves, orcs, trolls, etc have reappeared. Don?t get me wrong, being a metahuman has its advantages. I, for one, am an elf. I was born to Amerind (American Indian) parents and developed what is called UGE (Unexplained Genetic Expression). I prefer to say my true-self emerged.
At home, I was known as Winter Moon, in the ?plex , I am Mystique. My warrior sister Autumn Sunrise goes by the name Lorelei. I like to stay in the shadows, out of sight. Lor likes to let her prey know who they are dealing with before she ices them. I am 5?6? with waist length black hair, lavender eyes and an athletic build. Lor is 5?6? with waist length Strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a curvaceous body (her words not mine). She is a flirt, I am a guardian. She gets into trouble, I bail her out. While we do almost everything together, we have separate condos decorated to suit our own tastes and personalities. She prefers bright and cheerful, I prefer subtle and subdued. She has a pet griffin, I have a pet elf (NOT!).
What the drek went wrong? Someone must?ve slipped us a screamer. All the warning we had was when our Deckers, Wolfeneagle and Chameleon, were dumped from the matrix. Getting dumped put our deckers out for the count. Lorelei covered them, while we tried to pull out. We had heavy opposition from the corp security forces. Demon and Archangel were feeling the strain from the magic they were throwing. I laid down heavy suppression fire but I had also taken a couple of hits. Our street shaman, Silver Dancer was busy healing us. I decided to radio to Slicer for backup. Normally I wouldn?t have bothered, and gone out ?In a Blaze of Glory,? but Archangel?s safety had to taken precedence. Well, to make a long story short, Slicer managed to tip the scales in our favor. Thanks to Chameleon backing Wolf, we barely managed to get the pay data our ?Mr. Johnson? was looking for.
We dragged our rear ends back to my condo where I immediately got in touch with my fixer, Jax, to let him know to contact Mr. Johnson. I hate dealing with the corps but nuyen is nuyen. The kid was complaining about his jacket. I got so fed up with the scene that I stormed up stairs to the shower. I cranked up my stereo system in the bathroom and drew the water for a bath. My first aid kit helped me take care of most of the wounds I sustained. Silver Dancer handled the rest. My armor had held up just enough to keep my wounds minor. I felt so grimy from wearing my bodysuit. I wish I didn?t have to wear this cloth monster but my allergy to plastics, which practically everything is made of, doesn?t help. I sat in the warm water and started thinking about my chummers.
Sometimes you wonder why the world went down the toilet the way it did. The megacorporations like Fuchi, Renraku, & Aztechnology rule. Elves, dwarves, orcs, trolls, etc have reappeared. Don?t get me wrong, being a metahuman has its advantages. I, for one, am an elf. I was born to Amerind (American Indian) parents and developed what is called UGE (Unexplained Genetic Expression). I prefer to say my true-self emerged.
At home, I was known as Winter Moon, in the ?plex , I am Mystique. My warrior sister Autumn Sunrise goes by the name Lorelei. I like to stay in the shadows, out of sight. Lor likes to let her prey know who they are dealing with before she ices them. I am 5?6? with waist length black hair, lavender eyes and an athletic build. Lor is 5?6? with waist length Strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a curvaceous body (her words not mine). She is a flirt, I am a guardian. She gets into trouble, I bail her out. While we do almost everything together, we have separate condos decorated to suit our own tastes and personalities. She prefers bright and cheerful, I prefer subtle and subdued. She has a pet griffin, I have a pet elf (NOT!).