From: strake@coos.dartmouth.edu (strake) Subject: the junkyard Date: 31 Dec 92 16:17:11 GMT hi again, everyone. happy holidays. My shadowrun group recently finished a run, and since my character played a pretty big part in it. I decided to experiment some more with what it might be like to be a rigger. So here it is. criticisms always welcomed. This style of writing is quite a bit different from what I normally use so coments on that are certainly welcome. The Junkyard. We had just pulled to a stop in one corner of the junkyard when men started jumping out from behind the piles of scrap metal. Straight ahead, about 30 feet up and 100 feet away was a guy with a sniper rifle, and another up around 4 oclock. I had the first locked into my sights as I popped the doors of the car open for Shinobi and Grey Ghost. I wasn't sure what was going on yet. I'm still pretty new to this street business. But if anyone made any hostile moves, I wasn't about to second guess what those meant. I felt Nobi's armor hit the ground next to the car as he avoided a couple of shots from the guy on my right. That I think can definately be interpreted as a hostile move. A grin opened up on my face and my back relaxed down into the padding in my protective bucket seat. This I could understand. This was survival. <Shinobi took a hit. The one in front is mine.> As Grey Ghost's voice enters my head through the car's radio I set the car in motion. Just a moments assertion and the engine responds to my thoughts, forward and back to put the car's body between Shinobi and the sniper who'd already hit him once. Nobi seemed to be happy with the new cover, popping to a knee and sighting his gun over the trunk of the limo. A short burst and the first one fell clutching at a new wound in his stomach. GG did a nearly identical move on the one directly in front. two down. I'm sure there's plenty more coming, though. Running a final systems check, i see another guy pop up with a big gun. He instantly fires and I feel the force of the shot in my back tires. The system check shows a minor bug in my sensors. I assert a few thought patterns and reroute the wiring. There we go. Wow, lots of red dots... good. "Hehe, looks like we've got a bit of company, folks" I say to the two people in the back. Sezal and Valkyrie. One the shamanic brother of Grey Ghost, and the other a long-haired sorceress with a great pair of legs. I pop the circle of enclosing red dots that my sensors were giving me up on the back seat monitor so that they could see what was coming in. When I don't get a response I take a glance through the camera within that same monitor and see Valkyrie eyes closed in concentration with little beads of sweat starting to form on her pretty face and Seesall waving his hands and mumbling to himself. <GG, looks like some magic difficulties as well. These two are mumbling like crazy> <OK, thanks > *BadaBam* <Open the door for Shinobi, He's hit pretty hard> <Sure thing,> I say as the door pops open. <He'd better move fast tho cuz I'm taking the guy who nailed him now.> Shinobi's head clears the door and i start the tires spinning. He hits the seat with a slight groan and the door slams shut the tires catch and I slide around the corner for a much clearer shot of the guy standing atop the hulking skeleton of an old semi. I breath in and my left hand stretches open as my sights lock in. Then with a jab, one rocket flies out and nails the place he was standing. Making a wonderful explosion as the old semi becomes even less than a skeleton. But his blip is still moving behind the explosion. "shit, humans can't move that fast. That was a perfect shot, there's no way he shoulda walked from that." <Kidd, stop for a second I'm coming back in the car.> Grey Ghost dodges a few shots and dives into the open door. "Am I right in thinking they've decided not to pay for the merchandise?" I ask amicably. "Yeah, I would suggest we make our way from this place" is GG's wonderful advice. "well that's fine by me, which do you think will be easier to blow a hole in, the concrete wall, or the thick iron gate they just closed." My guess is the wall, but I'm always open to suggestions. "How about you do something about those motorcycles, Kidd" Shinobi, said with a grin, probably thinking I hadn't seen them yet. Nothing approaches this vehicle without my knowing it. I decide to hit them. and accelerate quickly towards the two armored bikes. I hear Sezal speak some definative term and watch the bikes start to fall apart. One driver tries to roll out, but the crash throws him hard against an ancient engine block. His lifesigns drop drastically. The other manages to stabilize the bike just in time to get a closeup view of my bumper. The already damaged bike crumples before the limo's armor and the body flies over the top of the car. I'd guess he's done for this fight too Squeezing the car past the rubble of the now destroyed cab of the semi, I take a tight turn at the fastest speed I dare. Nearly putting the car on two wheels. Nearly. I don't make mistakes in the driving of a vehicle. Thats what they pay me for. As the back wheels regain their traction I see the man who escaped my first blast. He is, happily for me, but a mere few split seconds away. I don't slow down. He flies quite theatrically into the concrete wall I need to destroy to get out of here. The car feels very satisfied to have so nicely convinced the man not to try and hurt its passengers. My head suddenly burns in a blazing white pain. It is so strong It takes a great effort and a precious heartbeat to regain my mind's control of the car. I realize my head probably hurts so much because the car is currently falling groundward after being thrown from the force of a heavy mine explosion. I kick the right side shocks downward to try to land the thing evenly and manage to keep all six tires intact for a few more moments. The left rear tires are not in good shape, however, I should be able to drive out of here. Assuming no one takes any shots at those two tires. "Sorry about that folks, just a little land mine" I glance at my passengers through the monitors. GG and Shinobi both have guns aimed out the window and are casually taking out anything that shows its face. Sezal and Valk are both sitting very still in fierce concentration. Both are starting to look a little drained. I certainly hope they pull through. Meanwhile I've put a good size hole in the wall ahead with one of the rockets, and started the limo forward again. One more hit just to the left of the whole and I'll have no problem fitting the car through. Assuming I don't blow a tire on some of that rubble. "Shit" I think it was Sezal, but I'm not really sure. I'm about to ask what it is when the car stops. Now that is not supposed to happen. I'm rigged to this car. I tell it what to do. When I say stop it stops, and when I say go it goes. Now I had just told it to go and then it stopped. Something just hit the fan and I had a hunch that I was not going to be happy about it. "We've been grabbed by and elemental" A what? " Give us a second and we should be able to get it to let go. " Great so what am I supposed to do in the meantime, just sit here and let them take pot shots at a still target. I start rocking the car. Full acceleration front then back. Set off the electric charged security system. Hell I even redirect all the exhaust straight down towards where I figured the whatever it was had a face. The limo dances around a lot, but lets face it issn't going anywhere. Meanwhile lots of guys with guns take this moment to try a little target practice. < I'll hit any man on my side of the car > That was GG. I'm starting to find his internal radio very convenient. At the very least it keeps us from shooting the same targets, and it's a lot faster to think to each other than speak. I take him at his word and fire at a pair of men taking aim from a rooftop behind me. One well-aimed rocket knocks them both from the roof and probably unconscious which lets me concentrate my attention on a couple of dots coming around on my rear. They're moving too fast to be men. I figure them to be a pair of bikes and run a quick calculation hedged by a lot of instinct and fire at the spot I hope they'll be as they come around the corner. My aim 's good but my guess is bad. I hadn't expected them to be such well-armored bikes either. One was well inside the blast radius and it is still moving under its driver's control as it drives out of the flame. The other skidded wide to the outside and is barely even singed. Right about now, I start to get a really bad feeling. The kind of feeling you get when your parents leave your older brother in charge and that morning you had thrown his comic chips down the recycler. Well, I may be conceited and all, but I am one of the best, and when I get one of these feelings you know we're going to be lucky to be alive. Before I can fire another rocket at the bikes, they nearly make a new hole into the trunk. In addition the car's side armor is being slowly weakened by a continuous machine gun fire from the guys that Shinobi and GG haven't dropped yet. Finally, the rear left passenger door goes flying through the air. From what? I have no idea. All I know is that it's torn from the car and flies some thirty feet away. (Later I find out another of those elemental things had torn it off.) That's when I notice the guy hiding off to the side down the road with a serious rocket launcher on his gyromount. The real problem is that he's just fired. Running a quick scan on the armor I realize the only chance we have is to be real lucky - and - take the hit on the roof. Concentrating hard I strain the front and right tires while breaking the rear left, and then reverse 'em and pound my will down on the shocks bouncing the car onto the rear left tires, pulling away from the earth elemental's grip just long enough to be slammed back onto the ground by the force of the rocket tearing a new whole in the roof. It's just enough, though. No one in the car is physically hurt from the rocket. There, I did my job, now it's time for me to bail. Leaping from the car I roll behind a huge mound of old appliances. I need a way out of here. Shinobi is running for the hole in the wall and it looks like he's going to make it. But hell, he's a lot faster than I am. I can't see Valkyrie anymore, I can only assume she's cast some spell to get herself out. GG and Sezal are still doing something with the merchandise we had brought. I head down behind this heap of junk in the direction of the bike engines. I hear an engine race and shift gears. Working on the hunch that it was coming after me I hunker down next to the road behind some ancient stoves. Sure enough it comes around the corner and turns right to me. Jumping out and grabbing him as he drives by I yank him to the ground and manage to keep the bike upright long enough for me to get on. (I patted myself on the back for opting for the muscle augmentation that allowed me to make such a manuever). It takes but a second to orient myself to the controls. Driving back to the wrecked limo Grey Ghost grabs hold of Sezal and climbs on the back. Hoping they were holding on tight, I ramp off the hood of a car and leap over the rubble and through the hole in the wall and into the safety of the city. ------ all copyrights assumed Sean Jameson December 1992 -- strake@dartmouth.edu 'Sex is the game, but the fans are often more of a threat than the other teams.'