Tuesday October 1st 2075
47°F, Winds from the North averaging 5 to 10 mph. Rain continues as the Seattle Metroplex moves closer to winter. The moon this evening will be obscured by cloud coverage as a cold weather front approaches from the Salish....
[Shadowrun 4] IC:All Suffering, No Salvation
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Serious Paul
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Serious Paul
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KNBS KING Channel 5 Live at 11!
Knight Errant engaged in street fight on 520 eastbound bridge!
Video image of an ongoing gun battle on the lower deck of east bound 520, from a drone shot.
"Knight Errants troubled transition continues as a local thrill kill gang occupies a lane of traffic this evening. Sources close to the ongoing situation say that Knight Errant is routing a tactical response team to the bridge, where a go-gang known as the "Screaming Eagles" appears to be engaged in what is being described as a gun fight with at least two magically enhanced beings involved. An unknown number of hostages may be still be in danger, and there are several fatalities."
Cut to former Lone Star Security Services Highway Patrolman
"People are getting hurt while the big brains at Knight Errant try to organize a response. Lone Star Security Services always maintained a heavy presence of patrol perssonel on these bridges because of the possibility of violence...."
Knight Errant engaged in street fight on 520 eastbound bridge!
Video image of an ongoing gun battle on the lower deck of east bound 520, from a drone shot.
"Knight Errants troubled transition continues as a local thrill kill gang occupies a lane of traffic this evening. Sources close to the ongoing situation say that Knight Errant is routing a tactical response team to the bridge, where a go-gang known as the "Screaming Eagles" appears to be engaged in what is being described as a gun fight with at least two magically enhanced beings involved. An unknown number of hostages may be still be in danger, and there are several fatalities."
Cut to former Lone Star Security Services Highway Patrolman
"People are getting hurt while the big brains at Knight Errant try to organize a response. Lone Star Security Services always maintained a heavy presence of patrol perssonel on these bridges because of the possibility of violence...."
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Serious Paul
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The Barricade
Large Bar and Grill archetype, Mile Marker 65 Interstate 495, Zoie Thayer, Owner and operator, Bias against non cops, Ltg NA/UCAS-SEA 209-445-7681
The Barricade is unique amongst the many bars and nightclubs of Seattle. It actually sits in the middle of Interstate 5. Formerly a roadside rest area, it had been bought back in the thirties and converted into a hotel. The hotel had quickly attracted the exact opposite clientele that it had wanted, and soon after went out of business. It was then purchased by its current owner a woman named Zoie. Zoie had painstakingly remodeled the place into an irish style pub, with a large dining area with a small dance floor. It had quickly become a favorite of Law Enforcement Officials everywhere. The Barricade is great place for a good Irish beer and a real steak at decent prices.
>Zoie has either got some good damn luck or friends who care. She managed to buy to buy the site for the Barricade dirt cheap, some where in the neighborhood of less than 60 percent of the market value. She also managed to skirt, avoid, bypass or blatantly ignore most all of the local zoning ordinances while building the joint. She also managed to make money off building the place! How she managed that I will never know.<
>Bob the Builder
>Zoie was an Ares SPO back int he day.She was standing too close to a client when some major bad ritual juju came down the pipe. Third degree burns across her thorax and lower legs. Zoie walks with a limp now, and she still has scars that'd make a EuroWars POW flinch. She was damned good and this bar is her retirement pal. Mess with Zoie and I will hand you your spleen on a plate.<
>Major Pain
Large Bar and Grill archetype, Mile Marker 65 Interstate 495, Zoie Thayer, Owner and operator, Bias against non cops, Ltg NA/UCAS-SEA 209-445-7681
The Barricade is unique amongst the many bars and nightclubs of Seattle. It actually sits in the middle of Interstate 5. Formerly a roadside rest area, it had been bought back in the thirties and converted into a hotel. The hotel had quickly attracted the exact opposite clientele that it had wanted, and soon after went out of business. It was then purchased by its current owner a woman named Zoie. Zoie had painstakingly remodeled the place into an irish style pub, with a large dining area with a small dance floor. It had quickly become a favorite of Law Enforcement Officials everywhere. The Barricade is great place for a good Irish beer and a real steak at decent prices.
>Zoie has either got some good damn luck or friends who care. She managed to buy to buy the site for the Barricade dirt cheap, some where in the neighborhood of less than 60 percent of the market value. She also managed to skirt, avoid, bypass or blatantly ignore most all of the local zoning ordinances while building the joint. She also managed to make money off building the place! How she managed that I will never know.<
>Bob the Builder
>Zoie was an Ares SPO back int he day.She was standing too close to a client when some major bad ritual juju came down the pipe. Third degree burns across her thorax and lower legs. Zoie walks with a limp now, and she still has scars that'd make a EuroWars POW flinch. She was damned good and this bar is her retirement pal. Mess with Zoie and I will hand you your spleen on a plate.<
>Major Pain
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2300 hours
Apollo Swift grimaced as he shifted his vehicle off the bridge onto what had once been a travel plaza, but that was now a club that catered to a specific clientele. Rain spattered across the windshield-a storm was coming, but for now it was just a steady but cold rain. He could see the plumes of energy from the battle that was raging at the other end of the bridge, and although he couldn't hear the sporadic automatic gunfire he could occasionally see tracers ricocheting off the bridge and vehicles alike. Even from the parking lot he could see the cloud of news drones, traffic drones, and probably just as many personal toys. He flipped through the dossiers displayed on his screen again as his vehicle automatically guided itself into a parking space. His employer had the credit to make this happen, but it was going to be dirty work.
He sighed, and rubbed the datajack at his right temple. Probably not going to end the way he'd like it to, but these things happened that way. He closed the files with a swipe of his hand, and with his other hand he slipped the heavy pistol from his hip holster into the secure lock box in the center console, the silencer alongside it. It wouldn't do him much good if he ran into trouble with these people...
Apollo Swift grimaced as he shifted his vehicle off the bridge onto what had once been a travel plaza, but that was now a club that catered to a specific clientele. Rain spattered across the windshield-a storm was coming, but for now it was just a steady but cold rain. He could see the plumes of energy from the battle that was raging at the other end of the bridge, and although he couldn't hear the sporadic automatic gunfire he could occasionally see tracers ricocheting off the bridge and vehicles alike. Even from the parking lot he could see the cloud of news drones, traffic drones, and probably just as many personal toys. He flipped through the dossiers displayed on his screen again as his vehicle automatically guided itself into a parking space. His employer had the credit to make this happen, but it was going to be dirty work.
He sighed, and rubbed the datajack at his right temple. Probably not going to end the way he'd like it to, but these things happened that way. He closed the files with a swipe of his hand, and with his other hand he slipped the heavy pistol from his hip holster into the secure lock box in the center console, the silencer alongside it. It wouldn't do him much good if he ran into trouble with these people...