Archive Storage Area

This is the storage area which holds all previous stoyboards for past rpg sessions. The 2nd most recent can be viewed below, all other stories are held in zip format for easy downloading

Actions & Consequences
Kenshiro rose at an early hour and performed his daily ritual of exercise and kata's. Then after dressing in suitable attire he left for the airport after booking a flight to London from the hotels data terminal.

The latest screamsheet attracted the attention of Ras and Marcus who had been hooked on the NiteRider road race competition ever since it was advertised several weeks ago. The race was to start in 48 hours! Marcus threw caution to the wind and openly purchased an Interceptor; a very fast vehicle used by the pursuit police forces. After the transfer of funds from the slowly dwindling 50 million account given to them in order to acquire Liverpool shipping Marcus called Ciaran telling him that his services were needed.

The techie was on a plane to Liverpool when he received the call. "I know you want the car tuned up me bucko but I've got a job to do for Ras that's a little more relevant to the mission. So I'll see you tomorrow night." As the fixer was about to rebut, Ciaran punched the disconnect and turned the cell phone off. Relaxing with an Irish whiskey he watched the no smoking sign extinguish and closed his eyes.

Ras had spent the last evening watching the Parker complex checking for weak spots in security and possible targets for a hit and run mission. He had settled upon the generators in the compound and the gymnasium for a combination of hitting worker morale and disrupting operations. After arranging for the fixer's arms dealer contact to deliver 7 kilo's of C6 to his hotel Ras had mailed Ciaran through the netrunner to get his arse to Liverpool for a demo job. Looking at his watch he headed back to the hotel where he reckoned the Irishman would be heading for when his plane landed.

Santiago decided that he had spent enough time watching the estate; it was time to act. He waited until darkness fell before activating his stealth suit and emerging from the trees on the golf course. With an economy of movement and absence of sound the infiltration expert moved towards the underground garage. Miles moved into the facility as a car entered staying close to avoid any sensors. The garage was dimly lit and featured lo-light cameras which Santiago neatly avoided before arriving at the elevator. He waited for another hour until the car park only retained 5 cars then he called the lift and headed for the top floor but one. The lift opened into a plush hallway with neatly spaced doors running down its length before terminating in a 'T' junction. Miles noticed that the lift was soundproofed as delicate background music filtered in when the doors opened. Miles reached out with his psi power as he approached the first door but his mind brushed two others. He did not probe but moved to an adjacent door the area behind which was bereft of any life. Pulling his electronic tools he set about the lock which opened with a little encouragement in under a minute. Santiago slipped inside what appeared to be a bedroom. One king-size bed dominated the chamber with a mirrored ceiling; sundry furniture included a chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a dressing table. Miles searched the room, and decided that it belonged to a woman judging by the undergarments. The sniper froze as he detected what appeared to be a guard moving down the corridor. Miles moved behind the door as the guard stopped outside before unlocking and moving into the room, he gave a cursory search before shaking his head and moving out again; his receding voice speaking into a communicator that the systems must be faulty.

Ras had received his pizza delivery, which mysteriously held a large amount of plastic explosives underneath the warm savory products. He was munching on some pepperoni when a bellboy announced he had a visitor, which was of course Ciaran. They both had a bite to eat before heading out to the Parker Complex. It was about 7pm when they reached a knoll overlooking the site, Ciaran scoped the place out through infra red goggles and noted guard patrols and cameras, which the solo confirmed from earlier scouting. At 8pm the gymnasium appeared to be locked for the night and the stream of office workers had been reduced to a trickle. They had an 11.50pm flight to night City so there was little time to waste; they moved upto the fence, which was marked with electrical warning signs. However Ciaran soon established that the warning was only there to scare, the fence was not charged. The techie melted the fence behind the gymnasium and moved upto the wall; his mirage stealth suit appeared to be working fine so he went to work. Touching the wall his nanites began to alter the structure drilling concave holes in the wall, into which the techie buried the C6 charges with timer fuses. He crawled back through the fence after Ras had reformed his arms from spindly strands that he was using to cover the breach in the fence. The guards that passed appeared not to notice anything amiss. Round to the generator bunkers they crawled performing the same operation unfortunately Ciaran mistimed his demo placement and was crawling through the fence as a guard rounded the corner. The luck of the Irish was with him that night though as the guards buddy several steps behind called to him proffering a cigarette which he accepted, providing a moments distraction which was enough for Ras to drag the techie down the bank. The pair headed back to town but Ciaran lingered about to watch the explosions, it was only after the dust had settled that he noticed one of his charges on the gym had exploded prematurely; killing 2 people who were passing. Muttering an obscenity he ground the fag he was lighting underfoot and walked back to town. Soon they were aboard the plane taking them to Night City. Ras had just received the message that Richard the netrunner had sent the pre-planned message claiming responsibility for the terrorist action, allegedly from some Middle Eastern faction. He sat back and went to sleep smiling.

Miles breathed normally and resumed his room search, now looking for electronic surveillance. He uncovered seven bugs and one camera, all well concealed. He recovered a lipstick from the dresser and began to mark the devices with red circles around their location. As he stood back to admire his work and moved towards the door, once again he sensed 3 people outside. Quickly he resumed his behind the door position. Moving into the room carefully came two security guards, one with a light SMG, the other carried some sort of squirt gun. Santiago held his position trying to decide what to do, he had no backup and his only weapon; an assault rifle was slung under his stealth suit. The door was closed and Mr squirt opened up on the room, paint went flying everywhere. Miles rolled to dodge and neatly avoided getting his but his rapid movement enabled the SMG armed guard to spot him and open fire. His body armour absorbed most of the impact but he flinched from the sting of several flesh wounds. Crouching and ready to spring he froze again as the guard reloaded. Indecision cost him his freedom and this time a lucky shot from the guard hit the suits onboard computer causing the chameleon effect to malfunction. "Freeze or die, muther fucker" the guard growled. Santiago tried the suave "It took you long enough to spot me, the security in this place is a joke. Also I spotted 7 bugs". He didn't get to finish as the butt of an SMG smashed into his jaw; he stumbled but broke his fall. Blood was flowing freely from his gashed lip as he looked at the guard tensing. "Don't even think it shit head, I've been doing this job for 10 years and it takes more than a smart mouth to fool me, lets go". The younger guard searched Miles and cuffed his hands behind his back before motioning him towards the door. Santiago cursed as he passed the technician waiting outside, he had thought the man outside was a guard which had kept him from making a break for it. Soon they were in a security building outside the main complex, two of the younger guards kept an eye on Santiago as the older man worked him over for information. The 'so called' infiltration expert cursed his luck as the guard was using leather gloves; Miles could not use his bio electric shock against him. The interrogation did not last long. Santiago wouldn't talk and the older guard was professional enough to realise this. "You're a tough nut, eh. Well, more than I expected from an incompetent thief or whatever you are. If you noticed the cameras and bugs why did you start defacing the walls and fixtures with lipstick, you must have known someone would see it. Jones had already been down there once and Stevens was somewhat more alert on the camera station than usual because of it." Santiago looked at the guard defiantly thinking 'Why was education always so painful'.
"Well I had better call the doctor as you are being stubborn"
The guard called someone on the phone; Miles scanned him and found to his dismay that he was doing as he threatened. The older guard then left the hut. Santiago struggled against his bonds but they were strip cuffs. After about 40 minutes a small man entered carrying a leather bag and an guard followed with what could only be described as a dentists chair. Despite his struggles the sniper was lifted into the chair and strapped down, the man smiled at him.
"Good evening, I am Dr Kaufman. We will be working together for the next hour or so, and you will tell me everything you know, yes?"
The drill bit into Santiago's front tooth, the anticipation of pain was almost as bad as the actual pain when the drill cut through the enamel to the nerve. Even the guards winced somewhat as the screams rent the air. Miles knew he would tell this guy anything to stop, he had to do something. Luckily the Doctors bare wrist touched the snipers face; instinctively he released a full charge of bioelectricity into the small man. The little Doctor yelped once and flew back several feet his lower arm a charred mess. The uncontrolled drill jumped around in Santiago's mouth until it sliced through his cheek and fell to the floor still whirring. The guards were paralysed with shock which Miles could not take advantage of because he was still bound and had taken a hefty feedback shock from his own blast. One of the guards had the forethought to call in.

The three would-be race champions stood around the new Interceptor watching Ciaran make his modifications and tune the car upto its maximum. The rear fitted assault rifles and mine layer would discourage pursuit and Richard had promised to stay on-line in the cars onboard computer doing what he could with the cars interface as the race went through its paces. Ras was going to ride shotgun with Marcus driving. The techie caught a plane to the finish line and walked a mile into the desert to set up his anti tank weapon to run interference for the team should any opponent try to cross the finish line first. The NiteRider 2000 race started on schedule and saw 10 vehicles make up the leading pack, the other 70 or so falling back. As they raced out of the city limits the black and red Shiva motorcycle sped into an early and seemingly unbreakable lead, the other 9 leaders jockeying for position. One of the roadsters made the mistake of moving straight into Ras's rear arc; twin autoguns blasted the front end and shredded a tire. The Cadillac fishtailed out of control before spinning off the road into a spectacular fireball. Another bike trying to pass was clipped by the uncontrolled vehicle and skidded out of the race. The next 50 miles saw a green Shiva take up 2nd position in front of the pack, a blue van was somehow keeping level with the teams interceptor and a hover car was making a move on their position. The mustang and the other black van were all that was left at the back of the leading pack. Near the half way point the black van and the cascade made a break on either side of the team's interceptor, Ras opened up out of both windows simultaneously with a combat shotgun and a microwaver. The hover car dropped back but retained control while the van flipped and crashed. The remaining van was coming up and a turret was coming up. The Jamaican solo blasted their front tire and despite a valiant attempt, the best the driver could do was bring the van to a safe halt. The edgerunners joy was short lived as Ras spotted a disgruntled van team member open a side door and launch a scorpion missile at them. Only a timely warning and some stunt driving enabled the team to avoid certain death as the missile ploughed into the road beneath the interceptors rear, blowing off chunks of chassis and their rear weapons. Three quarters of the distance had been covered and the green Shiva had fallen back to a few inches in front of Marcus who gunned his engine, and with a bit of netrunner tweaking the Interceptor drew alongside his rear wheel. Ras extended his arm and gave a swift push to the bike which skidded and failed to recover, sliding into a sand dune. The other vehicles fell further back and now only the black and red Shiva was ahead of them. The Shiva came into the telescopic sights of Ciaran, and this was only the second time he had fired this weapon. The heavy weapons chip had only been installed recently and he had not had sufficient time to practice with it, still he was out of time, compute distance.... Fire! The high velocity shell tore into tarmac road surface 10 yards in front of the Shiva, yes. However the Shiva made an unbelievable maneuver that ended in a slight fishtail but regained full control the far side of the blasted road surface. It sped on towards and over the finish line to the roar of the crowds. Five minutes later the teams battered Interceptor tore across the finish line, Ras still arguing that they should plough into the Shiva regardless of the crowd.