Super Monkey Ball
| Super Monkey Ball | ||||||||||
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ShadowHaven Norville Craddock | Ares Search Team | Leftover MCT Troglodytes | ||||||||
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Huntress Stryker Cleaner Cleaner Tsarina |
Ares Mage Ares Ground Forces Ares Transport Rigger Drones |
Kada A ton of hyperintelligent Troglodytes | ||||||||
| Casualties and losses | ||||||||||
| If Stryker gets close to the artifact again, he WILL become a monkey until he leaves the vicinity once more. | The Rigger was stranded and presumably killed in the crash, the mage was assassinated immediately, and the ground forces were almost totally wiped out and routed | None | ||||||||
Summary
A retrieval mission for a lost artifact from the 4th World to restore the collection of the notorious Norville Craddock ends up being an incredibly testing tribulation for a group of four runners as they try to settle some rather annoying monkey business.
Background
Norville Craddock, even as he tries to remain off the radar of the Vatican, still has a fascination for the relics of the 4th World. Utterly powerful and difficult to replicate, the possession and understanding of these scattered treasures would be the fancy of any researcher. And a greedy, well connected man such as Craddock? He's the type to go after as many as he can along his smuggling business.
So it was that he sought out a very strange relic indeed - a massive sphere, with engravings of apes all across it and radiating a magical energy akin to that of the red magic tradition in its primal, instinctive energies - and had it transported by air from the East Coast to the West in one of his discreet transport planes. Now, his network is good. Even the Atlantean Foundation he snagged this relic from would struggle to find one of his own without having some damn good assistance. But unfortunately, what Craddock didn't realize was that the power of this relic could transform anyone. Or, perhaps revert is the more correct terminology, as it seemed to revert metahumans into apes and monkeys of all types after sufficient exposure to it. This included the pilot of the vessel, whom unfortunately had succumb to the curse himself and could no longer operate the plane in his state of confusion and with his difficulty in operating it without the right kind of thumbs. Thus, the poor man crash landed in the SSC, just east of the Redmond Barrens.
This was a massive problem.
Not only was this an incredibly obvious, attention gathering crash which could have tipped off members of the Atlantean foundation who were already on the trail of the plane or perhaps trying to anticipate its arrival and coordinate with Seattle allies, but it would alert just about anyone with an interest in checking out a massive fucking crash in the middle of the forest. The SSC's own Wildcats, locals, whatever corporations and syndicates may have been looking around at the time or just been nearby. And according to some rumours, apparently there was even an old MCT facility where they did all sorts of wild experiments on paracritters. So maybe they would steal it too!
This was utterly unacceptable. The longer it took to get a status report on the situation and retrieve the artifact, the harder it would be. He needed manpower and experts, fast.
Dammit, he needed shadowrunners, in all their finnicky, freaky effectiveness.