Squid

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Squid

Wheelman/Pistolero/Minor Rigger
"You don't need a runner. You need a rider."
Player	Stirling; [1]
Metatype	Orky as all hell
Street Cred	2
Notoriety	3
Public Awareness	0
Accomplishments	Ballsiest Go-Ganger in the sprawl. Caused the biggest traffic accident in a decade.
D.O.B.	05/08/2057
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - C

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

-Build the fastest, novahottest 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 too 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 obviously doesn't bother figuring out that Squid's supposed to be a slave. 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 before 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

Vehicle Empathy

Chaser

Speed Demon

(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 dissolved, word in the shadows is he's the traitor type. He's tryin' to fix his rep so he can set himself up as the go-to man for discreet bike work.

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 wrist in hotrod-style biker tats, running with white chromed eyes and a 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.

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'.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Date of Run
RV	DocMcGuffin	Adversaries	20 April 2081
Route 66: Side Story, Sir Where is My Automobile	Doc McGuffins	Like mad max but more guns	11 April 2081
This Harbor is Yours	Pillare MadMan		9 April 2081
Faithless	Darklordiablo		4 April 2081
The Return	Ryncewynde		28 March 2081
Intern Return	Teksura		24 March 2081
Unshielded	Teksura		22 March 2081

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Warboss	6	1	Fixer	Skraatcha gang leader	WAAAGH!; Moar Dakka!; Half Machine, All Trog; Gangboss; Lok'tar Ogar; Member Privilege; Blood of my Blood	Even
Paul Emmers	4	3	Swag	Racing Motorcycle Proprietor	Vehicles, Drones, Modded vehicles, Bikes, Speed Demon	Even

Enemies

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.

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, tryna build 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 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 bikewiz, see? Having me around, that meant our hogs ran the smoothest and fastest and had the biggest guns. 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, tell you hwhat. They were moving that thing on a secure convoy out of Phoenix. We called in three other gangs to pull off the road heist of the century. We got magic and wiz tech, pulled out all the stops, even brought out an autocannon. 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's happy. But here I am, lookin' at Keeng- "Ey, only one of us is gonna be on that bike. I've been in this gang as long as this guy, and I've pulled three times his weight, let alone mine. Keeng's a fucking idiot, am I really gonna let him sit his fat ass on a bike that perfect?" And y'know, I wasn't gonna be happy like that. *I* was the fastest, smartest and wizzest 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, 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 old 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.

Keeng coulda killed me, but didn't. Just sawed my arm off an' made me work off my debt in a chop shop. Guess he was more sentimental than I figured, or maybe I thought being locked in a small room for the rest of my life would be worse than death. Asshole changed my street name to 'Squid'- means "Fuckup" 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. I finally managed to make a break a few months back, Keeng's fat ass is buried and some newbie idiot took over. I've 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. 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.

Matrix Search Table

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

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.