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All in the Family
Late one night, I headed down to Pepper Park for a little night action.
There's an all night joint called the Pussy Club, and I was looking to get
my hands on some. The last few weeks had been rather stressful to say the least.
Between fixing my brother's weapons and repairing that damn armor worn by that
crazy ass redhead, my sister hangs out with, I've had my hands full.
Clothes Make the Man
"It was Saturday morning and I had decided to stay in town. My brother had repaired my weapons and I had thought about going out and trying them. I was just about to do so when a TV program came on. Not a favorite show mind you, but a good one none the less. I watched a little of it and even managed to laugh out loud a few times. My sister called and told me that she and her girlfriend, were going to the Neomall to pick out some clothes. They wanted to know my chest and neck size. I told them and made her promise not to pick out anything fruity looking. After my program went off, I decided to head out to get some lunch. I was walking down Halard Dr. which snaked right through the plaza when I saw two tanks sporting some seriously silly looking clothes, I couldn't believe that shit was in fashion. I looked at them twice and glancing at their boots, promised myself never. Now I wanted the eat lunch and get the hell out of the city. I don't care how tough my sister and that hot little redhead friend of hers is, they had better not return with clothes like this, expecting me to wear them.
A Mild Disagreement
In these the troubling of times, it still amazes me how stupid some runners can be.
My girlfriend and I were out hunting WBs, looking for some parts to build my brother's
birthday weapon. He hasn't a clue what we're getting him and I made sure to sneak out
of the apartment while he's still sleeping. Magic and I figure it'll take a month or
two to find the parts. She got her older sister to agree to build it without
letting Van know about it. It had got dark out rather early but we figured it was because
of a storm heading in. We had spotted a Warbot casting shadows and prepared to attack.
Just then, we hear it yell out as another hunter attacked it. Magic was about to blow a fuse,
she already runs hot anyway. I tried to calm her down and told her to walk with
me down towards the lake. After watching the hunter run over and hack his kill,
we headed downside. We came across another WB and launched our attack. With
electric energy beams cracking the night sky, we bought it down. Magic was
just about to put away her spell and pull out her hacking tool, when that
runner fool hunter came charging over.
Youth In Its Folly
Okay, I admit I was restless. Stuck inside the apartment all afternoon, I needed to get out.
Vaudeville Is Not Dead
"Okay, I'll take the one on the left and you take the one on the right..afterwards, we'll do the one in the middle."........"Wait!, no you take the one on the right and I'll take the one on the left." No! I'm taking the one on the right and you....you take the one on the left. "....."Listen girlfriend, I really think it's best that you take the one on the right, that way I can do the one on the left." No! okay.....damnit....no! "You always take the one on the left, I want the one on the left this time, you take the one on the right!" "Look girl, I've got no time for this, it's not a good time, so take the one on the right, I'll do the one on the left and let's get out of here." "You see? This is what I'm talking about, I don't want the one on the right, I'm shorter then you and I need to take the left one because it's down in the ditch!".....Shit girl, what difference does it make? Just do the right one and let's get on with it!".....Fuck that! I'm tired of always going right, you go right and let me take that big sucker in the ditch!" Magic, I swear to god your being a pain in ass....take the left one then, but be quick about it....It's getting late and I'm getting hungry."
Jack Is With us Always
Four months ago, a woman was found in the sewer section of Pepper Park.
Her nude body had marks upon her face and neck. She'd been beaten and
thrown about, according to NCPD detectives. About two weeks later another
body was found in the same area, again beaten and nude. Police report
that the two women had one thing in common, they both were prostitutes.
Can't Live Without Them
"Now, just hold still!....What I'm going to do is apply a special spell that will allow you to with stand fire for about 5 seconds, after that, your on your own."
Using Enough Dynamite
I'd been hunting all night long and come morning my eyes had grown tired. I was beginning to see things and starting to forget my way. I had washed my face in a creek not far from where I tried to sleep. Surviving on what seemed like 15 minutes of sleep, I headed out. My radar screen on my newest cannon, picked up an image large in size. I lifted the weapon and scanned the mountains. I spotted through a morning haze a large decayed brute. I loaded several projectiles and aimed. Sweat pouring down my right eye, I pulled the trigger. The weapon jerked back in my arms and almost through me to the ground. I had fired this weapon many times before, but never once encountered this action. The recoil had sent a sharp pain that shot through my body. In the distance, an explosion much larger then I had seen from this weapon before. I quickly grabbed my things and raced towards it's direction. When I arrived, I had found my subject. All that remained was teeth. My God....what the fuck had my brother done to this weapon?
One afternoon while getting dressed, a packaged arrived. Delivered first class was a small but well packed healing spell, from Roe. At first I couldn't understand why she sent it first class at all. I mean I know she was out of town for a few days....but it was just a heal spell...right?......wrong. I turned it over and read the back. Holy shit!
And Fire Swept the Plains
The beast before me was kicking up a fit as it approached the final moments of its life. With the grass in front of me ablaze, the beast continued. I worried little about my situation with it. My attention while killing it, now focused on its much larger and harder hitting brother who had heard its cries and was now making its way to aide a falling family member.
They thought it clever, I know they did. They thought they would get us, surround us and cut us down. I could feel the tension rise to my temples, as we continued casting spell after spell and hitting psi boosters. Four of them, all hungry and all willing to claim the death of the two baddest psi casting bitches around. But it was not to be. "Come on you fucking bastards! We'll kill every fucking one of you!" Shouted my hot, red headed friend. And she was right, it would take these fuckers and a lot more to kill us, but I admired their attempt.
We had watched, simply out of boredom as the three of them went to work on the Warbot they came across in the waste lands. Strutting their big guns and over sized egos, they managed to put the metal creature down. As we approached, easy to spot was the shit eating grins plastered to their faces beneath those shiny helmets. For a minute, I was taken back to an old photo I had seen in a book left behind by my great grandfather. In it men, fishermen stood proudly near their catch. I'm guessing their grins were the same.
There are moments of reflections where one tends to regret their actions.
I'm not sure where this moment fits in. Again the dream returns, my faithful
hunting partner and I have found ourselves in quite a situation. Pinned
between two Warbots we engaged in battle. Flashes of light created by the
most powerful of spells illuminate the dusk skies. When it's over I feel
myself detached, I'm floating up and looking down. I hear faintly her words, "They're dead,"
and I look to see she's right. As I look at the two lying dead, their bodies soon to
rust in the water.
The Quiet Ones
It's true, you know. You could know and even live with a person and not really know them.
You could spend countless hours days and even years, with them. I'd taken a small
job at the Neocron Con. Job Center. For a lousy 3600nc a week, I had the chance
to sort out and sneek though many of the citizens records. I remember spending most
of my lunch break glancing at old girlfriend's records. It was a cheap thrill, but
somewhat entertaining. Just buy chance, I decided to pull up the records of an old
friend of mine.
I had been out in the dry hot desert for days, tired and sweaty.
I had hunted for hours now and was in the middle of slaying a terror mauler
when the weapon fired empty. I looked behind me to see nothing for as far as
my tired eyes could see. With health dropping, I made a mad dash for a dune
not far away. There I healed myself and checked my inventory once more. To
my surprise, I had held onto a few cases of power cells for my other weapon. I emerged from
behind the creature to not only surprise it, but to finish it off. I quickly headed
West to an uplink I know in these parts.
Loneliness In Dark Places
My faithful hunting partner and I were deep into Warbot country.
Wreckage laid in our aftermath, as we moved further North destroying everything
in our path. Mechanical sounds in the dark kept us on edge, as we walked, eyes peeled.
We stopped for a few to eat and gather some supplies. The way ahead was
darker then that behind us and we found ourselves looking over our shoulders, much too often.
Off in the distance, I spotted a Genrep station. We looked at each other and decided
it would do for the night. As we came closer, that sound known all to well in this area,
rushed up to greet us. A low rumble, known to come only from a Warbot.
Eddie Watson had married Clair Clemmons not more then 6 years ago. They had moved quickly to Neocron where their newborn son Richard, was just learning to walk. The Watsons had worked long hours often leaving little time to enjoy the pleasures that came with life in the big city. Shortly afterwards, came the arguments, the yelling and often fighting at late night hours. They tried to piece back together a marriage falling apart from the inside, for their only son's sake. With Eddie having so much trouble landing several of the top paying jobs crossing his path, frustration settled in. With bills piling high enough to blot out the sun, Eddie one afternoon walked into his son's room and leaned over, kissing him. He then walked two doors down the hall of their plus apartment and into the master bedroom. Once inside he walked over to the large pane window over looking the Plaza. He took one last look at the room where love was once shared and jumped."
I remember that day, not long ago when the metal beast came. They had appeared as if out of nowhere and pushed forward into Section K-13. A vast wasteland of quickbelts from those not so lucky. I remember when we found one of those great metal machines alone. It had drifted apart from the group. And on that faithful day, I'll always remember how we sent it back to it's York creators......in pieces.
The Defense Contractor
Rage-Mage, one of the city's most respected high ranking Psi monks, has been working very closely with Tangent Technologies in the development of new spy armor. When completed, the final version will be issued to the spy citizens in hopes of protecting them from radiation effects of plasma fired weapons, now being used by DoY commanders.
As dusk approached, we found ourselves on the verge of a classic Warbot strategy. One leading in, while the other two began their flank. So unexpected were they in the seconds to come.
The Death of alChandler
It's often hard to find words that fit into a rational sense of thinking. Sometimes a simple bowing of the head is all one can do to express an emotion, beyond words. It had splashed across the local papers two days ago, and while not many knew him those who did will miss him. "You play with fire long enough, your sure as hell to burn sooner or later." That's what one local ad said. Others made more of a joke of it, sighting that the man was told time after time to leave the workers of the city alone. Few were surprised to hear the news when it broke. There were others who seemed upset, hoping to track down the famed psi monk on the run and kill him, collecting the small bounty. So as I made my way through Viarossa, the casket and backpack of runner "alChandler" was laid not to rest, but on display for many to see. He was NCPD's latest catch, and the boys were a bit proud.
Sometimes, a simple message or a posting of sorts is all that's needed to make one's day.
I had worked all night long getting armor and weapons ready for that pain in the ass group
of siblings of mine. Ms took a quick weekend off, and Van's been hunting like
crazy for the last month and a half. Taylor called me from Paris where she's having
a blast and talking about coming home, but not right away. She asked how her favorite
uncle was doing and if Magic was still crazy. I told her I was doing fine and that
Van and Magic were tear assing through the jungles of Regents lab..........and Malstrond
looking for goodies. I told her I had a very special surprise for her, and resisted
saying anything more even though she was jumping up and down on the other end of the
phone. "Please, please, please tell me Uncle B," she said. "No," I replied,
you'll know when you come home." "Ah..Uncle B...your so cruel," she said.
"I should be home in a few weeks. Give my love to everyone," she ended.
The area in the Northstar is one of a few places to find death around any given turn. The
area is infested with Warbots and Titans alike. If the dark clouds and constant
heavy rain falling, doesn't drive you mad, perhaps the mechanical sounds will.
My faithful hunter partner and friend, had hiked our way North to the Uplink there.
We were searching for parts for what was called a Moonstriker, a nasty and very powerful
rocket launcher. Only problem is, it can't be bought.
While hunting along the open grounds of Malstrond, I came upon a runner named Trigger Hunt. He seemed okay at first saying, "Hi," upon close inspection. Right away I saw he was a member of the clan owning the grounds and the large brick base that sat on them. He spoke rather calmly at first and after a moment or so, we even shared a little joke. I told him I was out here hunting not long ago, when members of his clan came up to me asking questions. I told him that they had informed me that the base was under attack and that I had best be leaving. I told him that it was no problem and did what was asked. He looked down at the ground and seemed to be in deep thought, his mind working overtime. He looked back up at me and asked if any of them had fired at me or cause me disrespect. I told him no, and said the they were rather nice about the situation. "Because if they did, I'd want to know about it...you tell them you talked to me," he said. I wasn't sure where this guy stood in the ranking file of his clan, didn't really care but nodded in agreement just the same. Less then ten minutes later, we spotted a decayed horror. Big fucker that spawns slightly smaller, fuckers should one get too close. I fired my gatlin cannon into it's belly. Blood spurted from the creature and some made it's way to my face. I reloaded and was about to continued when Trigger Hunt went charging towards it. The beast screamed out and before my eyes spawned, four more. "Fuck!" I yelled out..."Crazy motherfucker!"........I raced towards the beast now larger in numbers and together we killed it and its offspring. Trigger Hunt stood there with a shit eating grin on his face now covered in the beast's blood. He looked all but crazy for sure, maybe he really was their leader.
An afternoon filled with promises of good hunting and looting was bought to a
sudden end as word came across the emergency broadcast communication lines (EBCL).
I had hopes of putting down the beast before me and grabbing lunch in town. I had
expected to call Taylor later that afternoon and maybe catch a movie with
Magic. VBW had left voice mail saying that he had decided to head up North
for the weekend and that he had repaired a second set of weapons and armor
ahead of time for me. It was a Friday morning and for the most part, all seemed well.
On the Road
Of all the times for this shit to happen. Magic and I were out late one night looking for these damn parts for Van's birthday gift. I was getting tied and after coming up empty, decided to head back to the nearest Genrep, hoping to beam my ass back to town and bed. We were just about to do so when THEY appeared. Five of those fucking things, all lined up and all waiting for a piece of us. I was not in the mood for this shit. Pissed off from lack of sleep, Magic and I decided to turn these 15 foot fuckers, into a pile of 4 foot metal junk.
They say love is everlasting, not sure about that. But one thing is certain,
it may have saved my ass. I was out and about with Magic. We had decided to
take a walk which ended up landing us deep into clan territory. At first we
didn't really pay it much mind, after all we were just taking a walk. I had
put on my new shirt and was a bit proud of it's fit. My new workout schedule
had been paying off. The birds seems to be singing louder this morning and I summed
that up to life in the city, returning to normal. The cracking of branches and
growth of new leaves, painted our back drop. I had even went as far as to leave
my weapon at home...bad idea. As we walked towards the Genrep station to
head into town, shadows appeared. Magic had wanted ice cream, chocolate I
think and I was looking forward to a tuna salad. The shadows turned to forms
as we closed in. At first I couldn't believe it. I had held up my hand to may
face to block out the laser pointer now spotted at my head. "What the fuck is this?" I shouted.
The red beam turned away from me as I heard a voice, I hadn't heard in quiet awhile.
"Well, well, well.....if it isn't my old friend Van," the soft voice said. I looked
over adjusting the light from the pointer and now the sun. It was an old lover of mine.
"Hello Mayhem," I said. "Fancy meeting you out here, how long has it been?"
She lifted the high powered assault rifle known as a pain easer for all
the right reasons, and with a frown told me it hadn't been long enough.
"You fucking bastard" she said. "Broke my heart, and now my mood," she added. She
had been with a renegade clan who was looking to take over one of the Northern
Outpost buy any means necessary, and if it meant shooting an old lover....I
guess she would. She still looked great though, blonde hair and long legs. She
had aged a bit, but still had it together.
I'm sure this will lead to a series of questions by NCPD, but what the hell. I had been walking along Plaza 1 and was just about to take the corner leading into Plaza 3 when I saw him. I've told NCPD all that I had to tell them, there really is nothing else. I was held for some 5 hours and questioned over and over again about the same topic, him. I'd never seen him before, never even heard of this man. With the visitor rate climbing everyday in this ever growing city, it's easy to see how someone could have moved in and lived for many weeks and never once, cross my path. With so much going on in the surrounding area, and the ever constant threat of Dome of York attacks, who has time to notice everyone new in the city. So there I was, sitting in that hard metal chair and once again, telling them my story. I was walking along heading into plaza 3 when I heard about 12 shots. They sounded like those from a plasma weapon and I quickly looked around for it's direction. I saw a few people for which I also didn't notice, take off running. I ran in the direction of the shots and that's when I saw him. By the time I made my way to him, he had already stopped breathing. I quickly called NCPD and the rest is in my file.
The Local Fauna
I'd taken a short walk, which ended up long as I came upon a hill blanketed in green. I wasn't sure what I'd been in the mood for and was just about to decided when a very small creature crawled up to me. It seemed to want to attack me and was trying to bite through my leather boots. I kicked at it and yelled out, "Go away!" It made an annoying noise and once again approached me. Again I pushed it away and tried to walk from it. The brown thing continued to crawl towards me and again tried to bite at my boots. I quickly grew tired of the annoying pest, and removed my weapon killing it. I looked down at it lifeless body and was about to return to my thoughts, when another annoying noise rushed to my ears. I turned to see another creature much larger then the first one and it appeared to be angry at me. While it looked nothing like the first, I wondered if perhaps it was the adult version. This new creature had large claws which seemed to be currently covered in blood. I pulled back from the man size thing and wondered how much danger was I in. Like the smaller one, this one choose to also attack me. While it moved like the other slowly, I waited only half the time before ending it's life as well.
A Hitchcockian Moment
Some say nature has a way of giving us warnings, all we need to do is to heal and believe in them. I had approached a hill to see the vultures circling. Something inside me said to back away, to move from this place where death was obvious to come. I paid no attention to the warning signs. I managed to get away, but my time in traction will not be easily forgotten.