This Harbor is Yours

2020-04-10T12:03:47Z

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This Harbor is Yours

2020-04-10T11:58:48Z

Stirling:

This Harbor is Yours

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==Summary==

==Background==

==The Meet==

==The Plan==

==The Run==

==Aftermath==

==Rewards==

==Game Quotes==

{{Gamequote|Amusing quote from game.}}

==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==

[[Category:Runs]]

Faithless

2020-04-09T14:02:55Z

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==Summary==
The team is hired by Solace, to rob a Psionic's trove of stolen spiritual and religious artefacts. As with most runs they did lots of planning that went to hell.

==Background==
Jack Schofield bought many artefacts simply to keep them away from their rightful owners, this put him on Solace radar.

==The Meet==
The team met with a man called Mr E at the one-star bar. They were told that the job would require them to use one of their vans to transport the artefacts out. The team left after a brief negotiation to go prep the job.
==The Plan==
After a series of astral, meat and matrix scouting the team decided on a plan to distract the guards using Chesires spirits and sneak the van in with the invisibility and concealment spells. The plan was for a invisible twitch to hack into the gate and open it up.

==The Run==
The run went to plan, as the spirits distracted the guards and the cloaking worked. Twitch breached the gates and the van slipped in. They broke into the vault room and began to load the stuff onto the van. After Cheshire used assening on the items and was nearly blinded by one they realized that a large winged statue was tied to Olympic magic. The team attempted to leave but Jack Schofield stood behind an illusion of the vault door Cheshire made, he realized it was fake and called the team out. Cheshire launched a bolt at him revealing that he was an illusion as the bolt hit one of the invisible grunts. 5 Guards were revealed and stood there waiting for them to leave. the team load the van proceeded to rocket out of there, gunning down anyone who got in their way.

==Aftermath==
The team delivered the goods to Solace and got paid extra for the statue

==Rewards==

*28,000¥ (18,000¥ base, 10,000¥ bounty for Winged Victory of Samothrace)
*3 Karma
*2 CDP
*+3 Rep Solace.

==Game Quotes==
"The truck is going to try and dodge some more!" -Mad

Mad- "I have unexpectedly ramped for the second time in three seconds"{{Gamequote|Amusing quote from game.}}

==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==
The job was never going to be easy but fuck me was the security hotter then we thought it was going to be. A large Ward around the building, 100's of guards and strong sensors made this job near impossible to be quite. We nearly got fragged, it was pretty awesome. We got out like a rocket on novacoke and I enjoyed every moment of it. Shame that near the end I got hooked on that Jazz shit, I can't seem to get that craving to go away. This is why I stick to natural shit.

'''--Cheshire Cat'''

Okay, I just want to point out I pulled off the best getaway stunts ever. Sorry to the guys at Solace whose job it is to fix the shocks on that Universe, but the barrel roll was worth it.

'''--Twitch'''

The johnson was interesting. He clearly understood the failings of flesh and resolved to improve himself via technological prowess. This solus organization may hold merit. The run itself was barely of any interest. All this hightech security and guards were useless when faced with magic and matrix specialists. All I had to do was sit in the van and let myself get driven to the loot. We even got bonus loot by carrying in the statue of some naked human. Some guards managed to figure out what was happening and tried to stop us. That was the last bad decision they ever made. And then it was back to sitting in the van getting nuyen for doing nothing.

'''--Tobias'''

Don't care much for the tin can that hired us, but the run was hot. Hot in the fun way. S'not every day I get the chance to unload into a mob of beaters, or see two of them blowin' themselves up, and all that together taught me to make sure I've got appropriate ammo on me.

'''--Squid'''
[[Category:Runs]]

Squid

2020-04-07T19:09:59Z

Stirling:

{{Roundbox|''Squid directs here. If you are looking for the currently inactive [[Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders)|Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders), click here.]]''}}
{{Infobox
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Caused the biggest traffic accident in a decade.|label13=D.O.B.|data13=05/08/2059|label14=Folder|data14=[https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1KKs2l_9RhxLCDRS-77EegTuYjfL6ttCr?usp=sharing]|label16=Priority|data16= Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - C}}
=Character Information=
===Summary===
Ork bike wiz- Automotives mechanic (Motorcycles), racer and vehicle combatant.

Decent ground muscle in a pinch- Squid's cyberarm makes him a right terror with guns and 'nades.

===Goals===
-Build the fastest, hottest hyperbike in the entire fraggin' world.

-Have fun, blow shit up. Maybe get back at my old gang for cutting my arm off? Dunno.

==Background==
Squid broke with his old go-gang when he stole a bleedin' edge prototype hyperbike and made a break for Seattle. That didn't go well, and the resulting traffic pile-up ended with three dead and two dozen wounded. His old buddies also cut his arm off in recompense. Ouch.

Could be worse, though; At least they didn't kill him. Instead, they just took him back on as a shop jockey. Being stuck in a garage is hell when you live for speed and violence. But on the plus side, you learn a fair bit about engineering when you spend two years doing less-than-legal shop work, hooking illegal afterburners on Harleys, and installing VERY illegal weapon mounts for the street sammy on the go.

Skip forward a few years, and the gang's old boss gets geeked, some new idiot takes over, and Squid's free once again. With his newfound freedom, our dude's pulled one last "fuck you" on his old buddies, and nabbed the gang's prize bike- A yerzed out Nodachi like you've never seen. His rep as a traitor precedes him, and with money running low, Squid's gonna have to put his talents to use in the shadows to set up a network of fixers, riggers and speed freaks 'fore he can turn his bike into ''the'' bike, maybe get an entire line of bikes. Wait, no, screw that- Squid's gonna set up an entire fuckin' garage full of bikes!

It's. Fuckin'. On.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==
Hottest bikewiz on the planet, and you'd better believe it.

'''Gearhead'''

Activated during chases/vehicle combat, +20% speed or +1 handling, and +2d to Pilot(Groundcraft) when attempting stunts and difficult maneuvres. Lasts for 1d6 minutes with the option to take another 1d6 minutes at 1 stress damage per minute.

'''Vehicle Empathy'''

+1 to Pilot (Groundcraft) and +1 to vehicle Handling.

'''Chaser'''

+2d to Pilot(Groundcraft) during chases/vehicle combat.

'''Speed Demon'''

+1d to Pilot(Groundcraft) when speed is 4 or higher.

(Negative)

'''Bad Rep'''

Squid turned traitor on his old brotherhood and has spent the past few years working for them in indentured servitude. While the gang has since dissolved, the notoriety has stuck. He's tryin' to fix his rep so he can set himself up as the go-to man for discreet bike work. +3 default notoriety.

'''Dinstinctive Style'''

Decked out with full-body Hotrod-style tats, has white chromed eyes and a unique RUST NEVER SLEEPS LED-tattoo on his cyberarm; Yeah, this guy isn't subtle. +2d for tests to identify, trace or locate Squid. DT-1, down to at least 1 for memory tests involving Squid.

'''Driven (World's Novahottest Hyperbike)'''

See 'goals'- Squid's setting himself up to ride world's fastest bullet bike and *WILL* prioritize getting his hands on bike parts, contacts and money so he can work toward this. If the opportunity would ever show itself for him to steal another bleeding-edge prototype hyperbike or get rare/unique parts, Squid rolls Willpower + Logic (4) to resist dropping everything to go after the lead. Until this lead is resolved, +1 to Willpower.

'''Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)'''

When you've been a go-go-go long enough, you learn to settle things with speed and force. It's hard keeping yourself in check when that's all you've ever known. GMs may prompt Composure (2) tests. If failed, Squid has to go loud, shoot straight and go fast, with a +1 to Initiative Score for comp.

'''Impassive'''

I mean, I'm not a sociopath or anythin'. But yeah, you run with a go-gang all your life, you get used to killin'. Limit for all social skills except Intimidation decreased by 1.

==Run History==
Intern Return invalidated due to character resubmission. {{RunHistory}}

==Affiliations==
===Contacts===

{{ContactTable|

{{HasContact|
|Name=Warboss
|Loyalty=1
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name=Paul Emmers
|Loyalty=3
|Chips=Even
|}}

}}

 

===Organizations===

===Allies===
[[Solace]]: +3 Rep

===Enemies===
[[SpinGlobal® Razor Elite Security™|SpinGlobal]] Industries: -10 Rep

=In-Character Information=
Ey, maybe you remember that big traffic pile-up off the I25 a few years back? That was me.
[[File:SquidHeadShot.png|alt=|thumb|Mother Road Horde's all but dead now. Sure, some of my old buds might still be around; Cheesebrain, maybe Eyes. I've even heard some rumors that Keeng's still stompin' up and down Phoenix. But none of them still carry the brand - None of them, 'cept for me. ]]

Used to ride with this go-gang calling itself the Mother Road Horde- Slinging chems, running guns, all that shit. We were some real speed freaks, always jacking up our horses, raiding chop shops for parts and skins, building ourselves the fastest bikes any road's ever seen. But it was always more about the brotherhood for them, right? About having buds to watch your back, just a bunch of losers ripping asphalt and living it big. Fuck no. Me? I lived for the ''bikes''. Been taking them apart and putting them together since before I hit puberty. I was the local bikewiz, see? Having me around, that meant our hogs ran smooth and fast, and had the biggest guns mounted on 'em. More importantly, I was the gang's champion, always drove front of the horde with our big trog boss, Keeng. When we went up against other gangs, I always got first go, pounding down enemy rats with heavy fuckin' firepower, doin' drive-by's, taking names. Gang called me Hotshot back then, s'cause I was a right fucking terror in bike-to-bike combat. Still am, chum.

So here's the thing- Boss Keeng found a big drekkin' score. New experimental hyperbike or whatever: A bleedin' edge Gaz-Niki, basically a jet engine on wheels, suspension like a box full of bug spirits, torque like an angry hellhound. *Legendary* bike, I tell ya. Mac Hellhound was movin' that thing on a secure convoy out of Phoenix, covered by CorpSec bike patrols. Keeng called in favours with the 66'ers and doubled our numbers. We brought magic and tech, pulled out all the stops, even had an autocannon. It was the heist of the century; Lost a lot of men there, slaughtered our way through a dozen Knight-Errant gettin' that bike. But we got it.

So we're celebratin', getting wasted, chemmed up, Keeng's pattin' me on the back for blowing a dozen beaters off the road. Everyone's happy. But here I am, thinkin'- "Keeng's a fucking idiot, am I really gonna let him sit his fat ass on a bike that perfect? I've been in this outift as long as him, and I've carried twice his weight." And y'know, I wasn't gonna be happy like that. *I* was the fastest speed freak in the outfit, and *I* was entitled to the bike. So I took it. Hotwired that baby and made a break for Seattle.

I'll tell you what, it was a *hot* drekkin' ride. Picture this: Me, tearing through trucks and jackrabbits and whatever-the-fuck. Behind me, two dozen or so angry geeks on hogs, chasing my tail like the hounds of Hell. I didn't have any mounted weapons, so I had to take potshots with my Lemat. Sling 'nades to keep them at a distance, all that trid stuff. Well, it wasn't the best plan I coulda had, 'cause I ended up high-siding twenty minutes in, caused a *massive* traffic-pileup, three dead SINners, two dozen wounded, dunno how many dead gangers. Lotsa twisted metal, lotsa guts everywhere (Most of them were 66'ers, not MRH, so s'fine). And I wrecked the bike. It sure was a ride.

Keeng coulda killed me, but didn't. Just sawed my arm off an' made me work my debt off in a chop shop. Guess he was more sentimental than I figured, or maybe he thought being locked in a small room for the rest of my life would be worse than killing me. Asshole changed my street name to Squid- means "Fuckup". I was pissed about it at the time, but I kinda like that name now. I spent the next two years fixin' and modding bikes for the horde, indentured servitude and all that jazz. Finally managed to make a break a few months back. Keeng's fat ass got buried by 66'ers an' I got out in the confusion. Nabbed a Nodachi on my way out- MRH's prize bike, heh. Been modding this arm up for the past two years, shoots as straight as a Tír Ghost. For now, I'm playing it by ear, doing runs for money. There's plenty of runners, go-gangers and mercs looking for a guy with a wrench who can set them up with the good stuff, mod their wheels to hell and back, rain bullets down on gang scum. More than that, I want the fastest bike in the fraggin' world. I wanna *run* this fuckin' sprawl.

'Course, that's not gonna happen without money. I have my ace-in-the-hole, this rad-ass Nodachi that I nabbed as a goodbye gift, carry on the Mother Road Horse's legacy. But yeah, I need money and I need connections. And I need to shake this bad rep. So for now, I'm stickin' to the shadows. I tried doing some white mech work on a fake SIN, but that didn't drag in enough cash. Until I have the Nuyen to build myself a real hot set of wheels, f'you need a road warrior- I'm your guy.

It's fuckin' on.

==Symbols and Signatures==
==Matrix Search Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A cephalopod in the superorder Decapodiformes with an elongated body, large eyes, eight arms and two tentacles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|(In go-ganger slang) A derogatory term for either newbie motorcylists, or motorcyclists who frequently crash.
|-
|''3 hits''
|A small presence in the Seattle shadow community known for his affinity for bike combat and knowledge of motorcycle repair and upkeep.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|A notable traffic accident occured halfway through 1979. No arrests were made, but media widely reported the involvement of several go-gangs. The resulting pileup ended with three SINners dead and 24 wounded. Word on the datahaven is a go-ganger named Hotshot was responsible- goes by Squid, now.
|}

==Shadow Community Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A fresh face on the Seattle scene. Hot-blooded wheelman with an interest in motorcycles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|Runs side-gigs fixing up cars and bikes for people both on and off-grid. Has a knack for mechanics, and is a talented motorcycle combatant
|-
|''3 hits''
|Ex go-ganger, shred asphalt for a long time with one of the Mother Road's biker hordes. His bad rep can be traced back to him turning traitor on his old gang banger buds.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|His old gang disgraced him when he tried to make off with a stolen prototype motorcycle. The resulting chase lasted two hours or so and ended in a massive traffic pileup off the I4.
|}

==SINs==
'''He Flores (Level 4)'''

Cover SIN for a middle-aged, Chinese/Latino ork working as a freelance mechanic. SIN's linked to a low lifestyle apartment and carries permits for firearms and the runner basics. I've never even been to China.

'''Fake Licenses (Firearms, Concealed Carry, Driver's License, Restricted 'Ware) (4)'''

==Appearance==
===Clothing===
Out in civilian garb: Shop shirts, overalls- Garage clothing with that rockabilly flair to it and usually a few grease stains to boot. Preference for short-sleeve or sleeveless shirts, as the cyberarm makes long sleeves inconvenient. Often wears adhesive sunglasses to cover the cybereyes in settins where a bright white shine might be distracting.

When dressed for running: Squid usually goes out in body-covering, high-end motorcycling gear, low profile and anonymous, to protect his identity as much as possible.

==Media Mentions==

File:SquidHeadShot.png

2020-04-07T19:01:39Z

Stirling:

Squid

2020-04-07T18:57:59Z

Stirling:

{{Roundbox|''Squid directs here. If you are looking for the currently inactive [[Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders)|Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders), click here.]]''}}
{{Infobox
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Caused the biggest traffic accident in a decade.|label13=D.O.B.|data13=05/08/2059|label14=Folder|data14=[https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1KKs2l_9RhxLCDRS-77EegTuYjfL6ttCr?usp=sharing]|label16=Priority|data16= Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - C}}
=Character Information=
===Summary===
Ork bike wiz- Automotives mechanic (Motorcycles), racer and vehicle combatant.

Decent ground muscle in a pinch- Squid's cyberarm makes him a right terror with guns and 'nades.

===Goals===
-Build the fastest, hottest hyperbike in the entire fraggin' world.

-Have fun, blow shit up. Maybe get back at my old gang for cutting my arm off? Dunno.

==Background==
Squid broke with his old go-gang when he stole a bleedin' edge prototype hyperbike and made a break for Seattle. That didn't go well, and the resulting traffic pile-up ended with three dead and two dozen wounded. His old buddies also cut his arm off in recompense. Ouch.

Could be worse, though; At least they didn't kill him. Instead, they just took him back on as a shop jockey. Being stuck in a garage is hell when you live for speed and violence. But on the plus side, you learn a fair bit about engineering when you spend two years doing less-than-legal shop work, hooking illegal afterburners on Harleys, and installing VERY illegal weapon mounts for the street sammy on the go.

Skip forward a few years, and the gang's old boss gets geeked, some new idiot takes over, and Squid's free once again. With his newfound freedom, our dude's pulled one last "fuck you" on his old buddies, and nabbed the gang's prize bike- A yerzed out Nodachi like you've never seen. His rep as a traitor precedes him, and with money running low, Squid's gonna have to put his talents to use in the shadows to set up a network of fixers, riggers and speed freaks 'fore he can turn his bike into ''the'' bike, maybe get an entire line of bikes. Wait, no, screw that- Squid's gonna set up an entire fuckin' garage full of bikes!

It's. Fuckin'. On.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==
Hottest bikewiz on the planet, and you'd better believe it.

'''Gearhead'''

Activated during chases/vehicle combat, +20% speed or +1 handling, and +2d to Pilot(Groundcraft) when attempting stunts and difficult maneuvres. Lasts for 1d6 minutes with the option to take another 1d6 minutes at 1 stress damage per minute.

'''Vehicle Empathy'''

+1 to Pilot (Groundcraft) and +1 to vehicle Handling.

'''Chaser'''

+2d to Pilot(Groundcraft) during chases/vehicle combat.

'''Speed Demon'''

+1d to Pilot(Groundcraft) when speed is 4 or higher.

(Negative)

'''Bad Rep'''

Squid turned traitor on his old brotherhood and has spent the past few years working for them in indentured servitude. While the gang has since dissolved, the notoriety has stuck. He's tryin' to fix his rep so he can set himself up as the go-to man for discreet bike work. +3 default notoriety.

'''Dinstinctive Style'''

Decked out with full-body Hotrod-style tats, has white chromed eyes and a unique RUST NEVER SLEEPS LED-tattoo on his cyberarm; Yeah, this guy isn't subtle. +2d for tests to identify, trace or locate Squid. DT-1, down to at least 1 for memory tests involving Squid.

'''Driven (World's Novahottest Hyperbike)'''

See 'goals'- Squid's setting himself up to ride world's fastest bullet bike and *WILL* prioritize getting his hands on bike parts, contacts and money so he can work toward this. If the opportunity would ever show itself for him to steal another bleeding-edge prototype hyperbike or get rare/unique parts, Squid rolls Willpower + Logic (4) to resist dropping everything to go after the lead. Until this lead is resolved, +1 to Willpower.

'''Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)'''

When you've been a go-go-go long enough, you learn to settle things with speed and force. It's hard keeping yourself in check when that's all you've ever known. GMs may prompt Composure (2) tests. If failed, Squid has to go loud, shoot straight and go fast, with a +1 to Initiative Score for comp.

'''Impassive'''

I mean, I'm not a sociopath or anythin'. But yeah, you run with a go-gang all your life, you get used to killin'. Limit for all social skills except Intimidation decreased by 1.

==Run History==
Intern Return invalidated due to character resubmission. {{RunHistory}}

==Affiliations==
===Contacts===

{{ContactTable|

{{HasContact|
|Name=Warboss
|Loyalty=1
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name=Paul Emmers
|Loyalty=3
|Chips=Even
|}}

}}

 

===Organizations===

===Allies===
[[Solace]]: +3 Rep

===Enemies===
[[SpinGlobal® Razor Elite Security™|SpinGlobal]] Industries: -10 Rep

=In-Character Information=
Ey, maybe you remember that big traffic pile-up off the I25 a few years back? That was me.
[[File:SquidColoured.png|thumb|Skinburner was the Mother Road Horde's pride- Now she shreds HTR on the big rolls. ]]

Used to ride with this go-gang calling itself the Mother Road Horde- Slinging chems, running guns, all that shit. We were some real speed freaks, always jacking up our horses, raiding chop shops for parts and skins, building ourselves the fastest bikes any road's ever seen. But it was always more about the brotherhood for them, right? About having buds to watch your back, just a bunch of losers ripping asphalt and living it big. Fuck no. Me? I lived for the ''bikes''. Been taking them apart and putting them together since before I hit puberty. I was the local bikewiz, see? Having me around, that meant our hogs ran smooth and fast, and had the biggest guns mounted on 'em. More importantly, I was the gang's champion, always drove front of the horde with our big trog boss, Keeng. When we went up against other gangs, I always got first go, pounding down enemy rats with heavy fuckin' firepower, doin' drive-by's, taking names. Gang called me Hotshot back then, s'cause I was a right fucking terror in bike-to-bike combat. Still am, chum.

So here's the thing- Boss Keeng found a big drekkin' score. New experimental hyperbike or whatever: A bleedin' edge Gaz-Niki, basically a jet engine on wheels, suspension like a box full of bug spirits, torque like an angry hellhound. *Legendary* bike, I tell ya. Mac Hellhound was movin' that thing on a secure convoy out of Phoenix, covered by CorpSec bike patrols. Keeng called in favours with the 66'ers and doubled our numbers. We brought magic and tech, pulled out all the stops, even had an autocannon. It was the heist of the century; Lost a lot of men there, slaughtered our way through a dozen Knight-Errant gettin' that bike. But we got it.

So we're celebratin', getting wasted, chemmed up, Keeng's pattin' me on the back for blowing a dozen beaters off the road. Everyone's happy. But here I am, thinkin'- "Keeng's a fucking idiot, am I really gonna let him sit his fat ass on a bike that perfect? I've been in this outift as long as him, and I've carried twice his weight." And y'know, I wasn't gonna be happy like that. *I* was the fastest speed freak in the outfit, and *I* was entitled to the bike. So I took it. Hotwired that baby and made a break for Seattle.

I'll tell you what, it was a *hot* drekkin' ride. Picture this: Me, tearing through trucks and jackrabbits and whatever-the-fuck. Behind me, two dozen or so angry geeks on hogs, chasing my tail like the hounds of Hell. I didn't have any mounted weapons, so I had to take potshots with my Lemat. Sling 'nades to keep them at a distance, all that trid stuff. Well, it wasn't the best plan I coulda had, 'cause I ended up high-siding twenty minutes in, caused a *massive* traffic-pileup, three dead SINners, two dozen wounded, dunno how many dead gangers. Lotsa twisted metal, lotsa guts everywhere (Most of them were 66'ers, not MRH, so s'fine). And I wrecked the bike. It sure was a ride.

Keeng coulda killed me, but didn't. Just sawed my arm off an' made me work my debt off in a chop shop. Guess he was more sentimental than I figured, or maybe he thought being locked in a small room for the rest of my life would be worse than killing me. Asshole changed my street name to Squid- means "Fuckup". I was pissed about it at the time, but I kinda like that name now. I spent the next two years fixin' and modding bikes for the horde, indentured servitude and all that jazz. Finally managed to make a break a few months back. Keeng's fat ass got buried by 66'ers an' I got out in the confusion. Nabbed a Nodachi on my way out- MRH's prize bike, heh. Been modding this arm up for the past two years, shoots as straight as a Tír Ghost. For now, I'm playing it by ear, doing runs for money. There's plenty of runners, go-gangers and mercs looking for a guy with a wrench who can set them up with the good stuff, mod their wheels to hell and back, rain bullets down on gang scum. More than that, I want the fastest bike in the fraggin' world. I wanna *run* this fuckin' sprawl.

'Course, that's not gonna happen without money. I have my ace-in-the-hole, this rad-ass Nodachi that I nabbed as a goodbye gift, carry on the Mother Road Horse's legacy. But yeah, I need money and I need connections. And I need to shake this bad rep. So for now, I'm stickin' to the shadows. I tried doing some white mech work on a fake SIN, but that didn't drag in enough cash. Until I have the Nuyen to build myself a real hot set of wheels, f'you need a road warrior- I'm your guy.

It's fuckin' on.

==Symbols and Signatures==
==Matrix Search Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A cephalopod in the superorder Decapodiformes with an elongated body, large eyes, eight arms and two tentacles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|(In go-ganger slang) A derogatory term for either newbie motorcylists, or motorcyclists who frequently crash.
|-
|''3 hits''
|A small presence in the Seattle shadow community known for his affinity for bike combat and knowledge of motorcycle repair and upkeep.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|A notable traffic accident occured halfway through 1979. No arrests were made, but media widely reported the involvement of several go-gangs. The resulting pileup ended with three SINners dead and 24 wounded. Word on the datahaven is a go-ganger named Hotshot was responsible- goes by Squid, now.
|}

==Shadow Community Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A fresh face on the Seattle scene. Hot-blooded wheelman with an interest in motorcycles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|Runs side-gigs fixing up cars and bikes for people both on and off-grid. Has a knack for mechanics, and is a talented motorcycle combatant
|-
|''3 hits''
|Ex go-ganger, shred asphalt for a long time with one of the Mother Road's biker hordes. His bad rep can be traced back to him turning traitor on his old gang banger buds.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|His old gang disgraced him when he tried to make off with a stolen prototype motorcycle. The resulting chase lasted two hours or so and ended in a massive traffic pileup off the I4.
|}

==SINs==
'''He Flores (Level 4)'''

Cover SIN for a middle-aged, Chinese/Latino ork working as a freelance mechanic. SIN's linked to a low lifestyle apartment and carries permits for firearms and the runner basics. I've never even been to China.

'''Fake Licenses (Firearms, Concealed Carry, Driver's License, Restricted 'Ware) (4)'''

==Appearance==
===Clothing===
Out in civilian garb: Shop shirts, overalls- Garage clothing with that rockabilly flair to it and usually a few grease stains to boot. Preference for short-sleeve or sleeveless shirts, as the cyberarm makes long sleeves inconvenient. Often wears adhesive sunglasses to cover the cybereyes in settins where a bright white shine might be distracting.

When dressed for running: Squid usually goes out in body-covering, high-end motorcycling gear, low profile and anonymous, to protect his identity as much as possible.

==Media Mentions==

2020-03-26T18:47:20Z

Stirling:

{{Roundbox|''Squid directs here. If you are looking for the currently inactive [[Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders)|Squid (as Played by SadSuspenders), click here.]]''}}
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=Character Information=
===Summary===
Ork bike wiz- Automotives mechanic (bikes), racer and vehicle combatant. Also decent ground muscle in a pinch. Good at a few other things, mostly intimidation and negotiation- Can't be a successful gearhead if you can't get your hands on parts.

===Goals===
-Set up a vehicle shop in the shadows: Wheels for runners, go-gangers and mercs who want the best combat bikes nuyen can buy.

-Build the fastest, novahottest hyperbike in the entire fraggin' world.

==Background==
Squid broke with his old go-gang when he stole a bleeding edge hyperbike and made a break for Seattle. That didn't go too well, and the resulting traffic pile-up ended with three dead and two dozen wounded (That's how he got the nick 'Squid'- It's biker slang for "Shitty motorcyclist"). His old buddies also took his arm in recompense. Ouch.

Could be worse, though; At least they didn't kill him. Instead, they just took him back on as a shop jockey.

Two years later, and our man's worked off his massive debt to his former gang doing less-than-legal shop work, hooking illegal afterburners on Harleys and sometimes installing VERY illegal weapon mounts for the street sammy on the go. With his newfound freedom, he's cruised his old rat bike to downtown Seattle to cut it as an independent. His rep as a traitor precedes him, and with money running low, Squid's gonna have to put his talents to use in the shadows to set up a network of fixers, riggers and speed freaks before he can finally settle down and live his two dreams of being Seattle's premier motor man, and building world's novahottest hyperbike.

It's. Fuckin'. On.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==
Hottest bikewiz on the planet, and you'd better believe it.

'''Gearhead'''

'''Vehicle Empathy'''

'''Chaser'''

'''Speed Demon'''

'''Bad Rep'''

Squid turned traitor on his old brotherhood and has spent the past few years working off his debt to them in indentured servitude. While his slate with them's clean, peeps in the shadows know he's the traitor type. He's trying to fix his rep so he can set himself up as the go-to man for bike work in the shadows.

'''Day Job (10h) (Freelance motorcycle mechanic)'''

Linked to his fake SIN, Squid fixes cars and bikes up on comission. Some of it's taxable and legal, some of it is shady hush-work for bikers in the shadows. He takes on extra work from shops when he can, but his contact pool is still shallow and he can only fill a few hours doing this kind of work. Generally works 2h a day on mondays to fridays, 10 to 12. You don't need much time on a commission when you're this good of a mechanic.

'''Dinstinctive Style'''

Decked out from neck to beck in hotrod-style biker tats, running with ballistic eye protector 'ware in aviator style, Unique RUST NEVER SLEEPS chrome decal on his cyberarm; Yeah, this guy isn't subtle.

'''Driven (World's Novahottest Hyperbike)'''

See 'goals'- Squid's setting himself up to ride world's fastest bullet bike and *WILL* prioritize getting his hands on bike parts, contacts and money so he can work toward this. If the opportunity would ever show itself for him to steal another bleeding-edge prototype hyperbike, you bet your ass he'd stab someone in the back to get his hands on that sweet chrome.

'''Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)'''

When you've been a go-go-go long enough, you learn to settle things with speed and force. It's hard keeping yourself in check when that's all you've ever known.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}

==Affiliations==
===Contacts===
{| class="wikitable sortable"
!Contact
!Connection
!Loyalty
!Archetype
!Profession
!Aspects
!Chips
|-
|[[Warboss]]
|6
|[[Contact Rules#Loyalty%20Rating|1]]
|Fixer
|Skraatcha gang leader
|WAAAGH!; Moar Dakka!; Half Machine, All Trog; Gangboss; Lok'tar Ogar; Member Privilege;

Blood of my Blood
|[[Chips|Even]]
|-
|[[Paul Emmers]]
|4
|[[Contact Rules#Loyalty%20Rating|3]]
|Swag
|Racing Motorcycle Proprietor
|Vehicles, Drones, Modded vehicles, Bikes, Speed Demon
|[[Chips|Even]]
|}

===Organizations===

===Allies===
===Enemies===
=In-Character Information=
Ey, maybe you remember that big traffic pile-up off the I25 a few years back? That was me.

Used to ride with one of the go-gangs on the Mother Road- Slinging chems, running guns, all that shit. We were some real speed freaks, always jacking up our horses, raiding chop shops for parts and skins, tryna build usselves the fastest hyperbikes any road's ever seen. But it was always more about the brotherhood for them, right? About having buds to watch your back, just a bunch of trogs ripping asphalt and living it big. Fuck no. Me? I lived for the bikes. Been taking them apart and putting them together since before I hit puberty. I was the local bike wiz, see? Having me around, that meant our hogs ran the smoothest and fastest and had the biggest guns. Was also the local bruiser, always drove front of the horde with our big boss. When we went up against other gangs, I always got first go, pounding meatheads with heavy fuckin' firepower, doin' drive-by's, taking names. Gang called me Hotshot back then, s'cause I was a right fucking terror in bike-to-bike combat. Still am, chum.

So here's the thing- Our boss, he found a big drekkin' score. New experimental hyperbike, whatever. Bleedin' edge Gaz-Niki, that thing *soared* on asphalt, suspension like sitting on pillows, torque like an angry dragon. *Legendary* bike, tell you hwhat. Three gangs were in on it, raiding their convoy on the big grey, using magic and wiz tech, we pulled out all the stops on that. Fought off some serious Knight-Errant bullshit. We lost lotsa boys, but we got the bike.

So we're celebratin', getting wasted, chemmed up, our boss pattin' me on the back for blowing a dozen beaters off the road. Everyone happy. But here I am, thinkin'- "Ey, only one of us's gonna be on that bike. Am I really gonna be happy jus' fixing it up and putting guns on it for the boss, when I could be that guy ridin' it?" And y'know, I wasn't gonna be happy like that. *I* was the fastest, smartest and wizzest speed freak in the outfit, it shoulda been *my* bike. So I took it, hotwired that baby and made a break for Seattle.

I'll tell you what, it was a *hot* drekkin' ride. Picture this: Me, tearing through trucks and jackrabbits and whatever-the-fuck. Behind me, a hundred or so angry geeks on hogs, chasing my tail like the hounds of Hell. I didn't have any mounted weapons, so I had to take potshots with my Deputy, y'know? Sling 'nades to keep them at a distance, all that trid stuff. Well, it wasn't the best plan I ever had, 'cause I ended up high-siding two hours in, caused a *massive* traffic-pileup, three dead SINners, two dozen wounded, few dozen dead road jockeys. Lotsa twisted metal, lotsa guts everywhere (Most of them weren't *my* gang, so s'fine). And I wrecked the bike. Dunno if it was worth it, but it sure was a ride.

Boss coulda killed me but didn't. Just made me work off my debt in a chop shop. Guess he was more sentimental than I figured. Changed my street name to 'Squid', though- means "Huge idiot" in go-gang slang. Still pissed about that one. I've spent the last two years fixin' and modding bikes for the horde, indentured servitude and all that jazz. They finally let me go a few months back, chopped off my fuckin' arm as a retirement gift. Assholes. Managed to dig up this old chrome to keep me going for now, gonna mod it up when I get the nuyen. I'm trying to settle down, y'know? I want my own chop shop, fix up bikes for a living. There's plenty of runners, go-gangers and mercs looking for a guy with a wrench who can set them up with the good stuff, mod their wheels to hell and back. More than that, I want the fastest bike in the fraggin' world. I wanna *run* this fuckin' sprawl.

'Course, that's not gonna happen without money. I only have my rat bike right now- my old Scorpion, Skinburner. And I need connections. And I need to shake this bad rep. So for now, I'm stickin' to the shadows. I do some white mech work on a fake SIN, but that doesn't drag in enough cash. Until I have the Nuyen to build myself a real hot set of wheels, f'you need a road warrior- I'm your guy.

It's fuckin' on.

==Symbols and Signatures==
==Matrix Search Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A cephalopod in the superorder Decapodiformes with an elongated body, large eyes, eight arms and two tentacles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|(In go-ganger slang) A derogatory term for either newbie motorcylists, or motorcyclists who frequently crash.
|-
|''3 hits''
|A small presence in the Seattle shadow community known for his affinity for bike combat and knowledge of motorcycle repair and upkeep.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|A notable traffic accident occured halfway through 1979. No arrests were made, but media widely reported the involvement of several go-gangs. The resulting pileup ended with three SINners dead and 24 wounded. Word on the datahaven is a go-ganger named Hotshot was responsible- goes by Squid, now.
|}

==Shadow Community Table==
{| class="wikitable"
!Threshold
!Result
|-
|''1 hit''
|A fresh face on the Seattle scene. Hot-blooded wheelman with an interest in motorcycles.
|-
|''2 hits''
|Runs side-gigs fixing up cars and bikes for people both on and off-grid. Has a knack for mechanics, and is a talented motorcycle combatant
|-
|''3 hits''
|Ex go-ganger, shred asphalt for a long time with one of the Mother Road's biker hordes. His bad rep can be traced back to him turning traitor on his old gang banger buds.
|-
|''4+ hits''
|His old gang disgraced him when he tried to make off with a stolen prototype motorcycle. The resulting chase lasted two hours or so and ended in a massive traffic pileup off the I4.
|}

==SINs==
'''Paul Renton (Level 4)'''

Cover SIN for a middle-aged ork working as a freelance mechanic. SIN's linked to a low lifestyle apartment with a Special Work Area- A personal Tool Shop where he fixes up bikes and other vehicles for a 'living'.

'''Fake License (Mechanic) (Level 4)'''

'''Fake License (Driver's License)''' '''(Level 4)'''

==Appearance==
===Clothing===
Out in civilian garb: Shop shirts, overalls- Garage clothing with that rockabilly flair to it and usually a few grease stains to boot. Preference for short-sleeve or sleeveless shirts, as the cyberarm makes long sleeves inconvenient. The ballistic eye protector implants are usually on, with the convincing excuse that they make welding easier on the eyes.

When dressed for running: Squid usually goes out in body-covering, high-end motorcycling gear, low profile and anonymous, to protect his identity as much as possible.

==Media Mentions==