Frozen Thoughts

This was written based on a random session of Shadowrun we played with my character called Six, a massive troll packed full of all sorts of cyberware to bioware.

Frozen Thoughts

Six was happy, not only were they gonna get paid for what looked like easy work, but he was well fed, very well fed. Chucks buddy had stolen a van for their use, a meat delivery van packed full of all sorts of edibles. He'd already eaten enough sausage to sate his over augmented bodies requirements, and managed to slide some to Suzie to help feed some of the homeless orks and trolls that inhabited the sprawl.

  Chuck had become the unofficial coach of the team, which was currently made up of Crackle an old troll buddy that could sling the ol' spell juice. Tori, an elf shaman wanna be, likes doing allot of chanting of mumbo-jumbo but doesn't seem to accomplish much, though in combat she transforms into a wee hell kitten. Ralph is Tori's cousin, another bleeding arse elf, not really sure what he does, nothing obvious anyway just sorta tags along, nice enough guy though.

Chucks taken on the responsibility of being the main person dealing with the father, he comes up with allot of the game plans but is also real good at listening to the rest of us. Its kinda weird having a coach that actually listens to how the team wants to do stuff, and not just yelling instructions at us, its nice. Seems kinda nervous and jumpy, but has a real mean sense of humour, some would say nasty, but at least he tries to keep the team out of obvious trouble which is good in a coach.

Our current job is to frag up a bunch of the other churches business concerns which range from a restaurant to a heavy construction company, most of them though are wage slave type account and finance companies. There's like seven managers that we have to frag over, but we all decided to leave one chummer alone by the name of Simmons, hopefully he'll draw some attention away from us and cop some flack from his buddies.

Presently Crackle and I are bundled up in the back of the van heading towards the dump, the real honest to god rubbish dump! Suzie gave me the name of a rat shaman, ya see Chuck had this fraggin nasty idea of slipping some devil rats into the restaurant and catering businesses. Now that really appeals as its subtle and its going to freaking well toast there reputations, and there's almost no come back on us!

The other part of the job we got done today was contracting this Decker friend of Crackles, he's tailoring a virus to slip into some of the accountants business wares to fry their records and infect the back ups as well. After that the real fun will begin, with some of the explosives we steal from the construction firm we're going to use to do some damage to the other properties.

It'll be funny to see what the brothers send back against us, Tori wants to go after their team already but coach says nah, that if we start it then it could get real hard for us. I think I agree, keep it professional and even if it flops you've still got a good rep. Though I think we should start looking at better security for the team, maybe like staying in the same building or something like that. Mutual support the old coach called it, yeah, maybe I'll tell coach that's what we need to do.