[November 2059] On Her Majesty's Service (Solo: Acme)   Posted by Mr. Johnson.Group: 0
Mr. Johnson
 GM, 14 posts
Sun 19 Jan 2020
at 15:04
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Three years ago...

Through ten foot tall overgrowth the dying rays of pink sunlight peek through the pacific rain forest canopy.  The suspension on your beat up Gopher rattles and creaks, threatening to give up with every jarring bump as you pick your way along the old ruins of I-95.  GPS receiver puts you somewhere north of Bellingham on a highway left in neglect in the shadow of the massive grid-link superhighway that sometimes reveals itself through the forest cover.  Even without seeing it, you can hear the high speed autonomous road trains as they pass you by.

The isolation and boredom is mind numbing.  You almost envy the oblivious smartframes piloting those long haul runs.  Focused and unaware, they don't have the capacity to let their mind wander.  Picking your way across the ruined road is a good way to avoid Salish patrols who would put this little smuggling run on ice in very short order, but the time crawls by.

You've been sharing the cab of this pick-up for what feels like an eternity.  Feel free to share a little small talk, find a sat feed you can both agree on, or ignore each other and just enjoy the scenery.

@Hellfire You scrounged together parts to get this old 4x4 road worthy for a long haul smuggling run across the wilds of the pacific northwest.  What vehicle mods would you simply not leave home without?

@Acme There is a fine line between preparedness and paranoia.  Fact of the matter is that active magical work draws the wrong type of attention.  Its a vicious circle.  In your line of work, preparing for trouble raises mystical red flags that are like a flare burning in the night sky that can bring trouble your way.  What foci, fetishes and spirits do you like to have active “just in case”?

Acme
 player, 2 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Sun 19 Jan 2020
at 17:32
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
b-deep.

"What do you fragging mean I lost again?" Acme gruffed.  He poked the screen of his battered poc-sec, the chirping solitaire app mocking him for his inability to put the right cards in the right place.  He huffed and closed the app, tossing the device on the dashboard.   Where he had his legs stretched out in his usual lazy position, it made a little field goal between his feet.  Even after that little amusing thought, Acme tapped his foot on the windshield in irritation, and crossed his arms.   They'd only been what, maybe two hours since sneaking past the Marysville border checkpoint, and he was bored out of his gourd already, especially now that they were past the S-S capital of Bellingham and into the wild area between it and Vancouver.

He knew full well, or suspected anyway, that Hellfire often had him around because he was tribal and made for a good fast-talk to get them through most of the S-S lines.  It helped having a Native for ride-along, as tanned skin made for an easy "I'm just visiting family, really!" excuse on the way north to Vancouver.  It certainly wasn't because of his magical skills, as he usually had spirits do everything for him.  Oh sure, he could tell Hellfire when to duck when someone was about to launch a spell, the sight of when spirits were patrolling super thick, and could even dance into the astral to give him a recon of a building, but he felt that just like back in Redding... he personally was just kinda in the way.

What, with your attitude you think I'm going to teach you how to blow people up?  Get real, Pup.  It would be cute the first time, but Spirit knows I'm nobody to talk about how to safely handle the Gift.

Acme let out a soft raspberry to himself, not caring if HF was used to his reactions to conversations only in his head.  He was a shaman, even in the Way Back Days medicine people were always seen as a bit cracked in the head anyway so he was just perfectly fine living up to the "tradition".

He let the physical world phase out as his eyes attuned to the other side, checking in with the couple of watcher spirits he had floating around.  They were dumb as a rock, but they'd been a pretty good way to check for S-S patrolling spirits, at least when followed with an air spirit to keep them on track.  Air spirits could actually make a few rational thoughts whereas the first time he asked for a watcher to check in, the goofy construct just stared at him like he'd asked for how a Fuchi terminal worked.

So far so good though.  Coming back to the boring confines of the rattling 4x4 he tilted his head to Hellfire and smirked.  "What do you think, still think they've got that fish and chips place in the old Olympic Village?"

Acme wouldn't have anything active to keep from being a beacon, he'd have a couple of patrolling watchers with orders to check out in a one mile radius for any magical threat with an air spirit to keep them focused and check back in every hour or so.  He's also got another couple of watcher spirits on hand to send out as distractions in case they need to direct S-S Rangers to somewhere else. He would re-summon them at sunrise if needed for a long-haul.

This message was last edited by the player at 17:45, Sun 19 Jan 2020.

Hellfire
 player, 2 posts
Sun 19 Jan 2020
at 20:38
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
The gopher tugged along at speed through the less then ideal terrain. The occasional bumps and jumps caused flare-ups of information in Hellfire’s brain. Gonna hafta remember to look at the passenger torsion rod when I get a chance. He noted. He committed a small portion of his brain power to checking the vehicle's loaded mapsoft, not being a fan of grid guide Hellfire always preferred the old fashioned way of navigation instead of relying on spotty GPS and the like. Less people keeping an eye on him the better in his opinion.  Still on course.

There was a brief tingle in his brain that didn’t come from the gopher. wha?  his meat ears were picking up noise, then he remembered his passenger, Acme had just said something. With that Hellfire sent his consciousness back through a long thin cable that attached the  Gopher’s dash to Hellfire’s head. Once back in meat space Hellfire’s eyes popped open and he deftly flicked the manual control to on, He grabbed the steering wheel and pressed the gas petal to the floor. It wasn’t as smooth a changeover as it could have been in a newer vehicle but he doubted that Acme would have noticed they decreased two miles per hour of speed.

”Huh? Oh yeah, I hope so it was the only edible food in the area.” Hellfire said in response. ”I just checked up on the mapsoft, we are making good time, as long as nuthin’ untoward happens we should be there soon.” He was interrupted by a rather violent bump that sent vehicles shocks squealing. ”sorry ’bout that, not as easy in the meat world ya know? How you holdin’ up?”

OOC:As far as modifications definitely would need the Rigger interface. Electronics port for the mapsoft. Run flat tires? I am still trying to figure out what tech is available in 2059

This message was last edited by the player at 00:31, Mon 20 Jan 2020.

Mr. Johnson
 GM, 16 posts
Sun 19 Jan 2020
at 20:54
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
I'm not super fussy about number crunching and finding reference material to provide a helpful footnote that support the characters' gear-cyber-spell-program desires.

As a general rule, as long as it makes sense, it exists and characters can have access.  If it's too much, I'll let you know ... or glitch it out ... or let the bad guys sell out to a corp that has access to even better resources.

Besides it can't get out of hand because there are always dragons, blood spirits, AIs and space-based lasers.

Acme
 player, 8 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Wed 22 Jan 2020
at 02:02
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme looked over.  He wasn't surprised about the reaction, in fact he kicked himself a little bit for it.  Of course the rigger would be plugged in, that was his job, wasn't it?  Distracting him would just get them killed.  At least for the moment, when they weren't dodging traffic it would be fine.

"I'm doing fine, if my job is boring then we're having a good run right?" he replies with a wry smirk.  The bump nearly toppled him over from the lazy sitting position but it didn't seem to phase him much.  "We should probably install a mic here in the cab for the future, run your speech through the radio so I'm not pulling you out of your job, neh?"
Hellfire
 player, 4 posts
Wed 22 Jan 2020
at 03:59
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
"Null perspiration Omae, If it wasn't for Spriggan stickin' me deep in a world of not my problem that wirin' would'o'been done." Hellfire said dejectedly. "The things we do for a pretty face." he muttered under his breath before continuing "Don't fret though chummer I got more then enough processing in the grey matter to run this route. We will be fine"

The Ork Glanced in his rear view, ain't got a tail. that's good He put some more pressure on the pedal and listened clinically to the engine rev up to speed. Don't frag out on me now baby, just a little while longer, please don't die.. he thought. Out loud he said "This little Gopher was a good idea, damn thing is near indestructible, I'm glad you talked me into re-ferbin' the thing." He caught a glimpse of the superhighway through the dense foliage. "Fraggin' corporate drones."
Mr. Johnson
 GM, 21 posts
Thu 23 Jan 2020
at 00:58
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
A few miles and another dozen bone rattling bumps further down the road you spot the prearranged signals.  First an old rest stop sign hanging upside down from it's signpost.  Then another with a blue smear of spray paint across it.  Finally a third that has been peppered with buckshot.  Its all playing out just like the info on the datachip.

If the contact is good the meet-up will happen another mile down the road.

If the contact is bad, well... at least something will alleviate the boredom...

@Hellfire: With barely a thought you begin flicking through the prearranged AR filters that Spriggan had given you on the datachip.  With the right filters running on the truck's sensor suites you pick up the meet up instructions.  There is a safe path weaving across the highway marked with AR arrows.  No indication what hazards the path avoids, but probably best not to find out the hard way.  You're to meet up ahead at the abandoned gas station, under the canopy, away from the prying eyes of satellites, drones and patrolling aircraft.

@Acme: On cue the beholden air spirit descends upon the pick-up.  Man who walks with Coyote a whisper fills your mind, soft like a summer breeze through a pine grove.  If it was real sound you would have to strain to hear it.  On the road-scar up ahead, the little ones have found another who walks a path like yours.  He knows secret ways.  He hides from us, hides the scar with his spellwork.  He knows the way to weave energy together to bllind us.  To keep us away.  The wind flows through his barrier, but we cannot pass and we cannot see.

The meet up was pre-planned of course, but as you approach the rendezvous there are several unknowns.  How do you make a first impression?
Acme
 player, 13 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Thu 23 Jan 2020
at 18:52
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme grinned.  "Well hey, I may be from Pueblo, but I've had a good look at most of the rest of the NAN.  I think aside from Sioux, most of 'em are still running on the idea that as long as you keep the fancy stuff to the major cities and you're not running a VTOL, you're not smuggling worth their time."

A rustle of his hair makes him bring his perception to the other side.  The air spirit was insistent and hey, that's what he had it for, right?  Listening intently, Acme frowned a bit.  "Hey HF, you don't remember if they said come ready for magic, doya?  I'm picking up wind that up ahead is a shaman who's got some astral barriers up like he's ready for bear.  I can hop out and get a couple of spirits ready to help, but I'll need access to the ground... and hope this place isn't too polluted from that gas station."  He shivered at the thought, he heard from his tutors in the lodge about dealing with toxic spirits...
Hellfire
 player, 6 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 02:27
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
The engine downshifted taking on a lower tone as Hellfire eased up on the pedal. The gopher began to coast forward gradually reducing in speed. "Ok, Ok, Ok, Lemme think. Nope she didn't say nothin'bout no finger-wiggler, course that don't mean they ain't the one we are looking for. Well we got no real reason to be worried at the minute. Sure I got my share of enemies but this is a little elaborate to pepper my carcass." Even though their speed was reduced it wouldn't take long for them to reach the mark. Drek I need a drone or two. He thought.

He reached down between the seats to feel for the reassuring presence of his side arm. He pulled the weapon out and looked at it, It was an older model Predator I, it was immaculately kept and cared for. It looked exactly as it had when he placed it there upon setting off on this journey so he was reasonably sure it was functioning. To make certain he activated the on board Smartlink and the weapons stats blossomed to life with an A.R. overlay directly fed to his clockwork cyber-eyes.
Predator I Condition: NORMAL
Aim assist: ACTIVE
Ammo: 15/15
Load:APDS

     

He nodded in acknowledgment of the read out before saying "The voodoo is your department, How you wanna play this? Figure it will go quick one way or the other."

This message was last edited by the player at 02:35, Fri 24 Jan 2020.

Mr. Johnson
 GM, 28 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 02:56
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
At the quarter mile mark the AR tags lead you to an older model doberman marked with 'SeaTac Security' in fading paint on the machine's side.  Despite it's age, the twin MGs on top look to be in good working order as it falls in alongside your pickup and escorts you in to the abandoned station.

As you pull in under the station canopy, a GMC Bulldog van rolls up noiselessly.  Wispy grey smoke rolls out when the back doors open and a wild eyed denim clad man climbs out.  As he takes a moment to get his bearings, the doberman rolls off to take up a position a few dozen feet away, thankfully looking outward, turret and optics scanning the off ramp and highway.

Adjusting his jean jacket and picking up a gnarled walking stick decorated with feathers and the skull of a small animal, he beckons you over and welcomes you with a broad, toothless smile.  “Great spot to meet up eh?  Even thier drones and set'lites can't see.  They try to track us, right?  Use blood spirits to keep tabs on us.  You don't got no blood spirits on ya do ya? Acourse ya don't.  Heheh.  Wards'd take care o'them amiright?  Well hell, no time for jawin' come get a looky at this stuff!”

In the back of the van are twenty or so wooden boxes of varying sizes.  Each box appears to be hand crafted, painted or carved with animal images, adorned with beadwork in a style that is perhaps haida or chinook influenced.  Images of turtles feature prominently.

@Acme The boxes radiate power.  Each carries a ward against tampering and astral peeking or poking around.  This is a very common way to package up talismans, foci and fetishes.
Acme
 player, 17 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 20:29
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme thought about it.  "Well right now they're just invisible to spirits, and they said there was only one.  I'd think the spirits would have said if there were any other people... but I'll be ready to duck around the place and get a spirit to help if necessary..."
He was about to think further when the drone came out; that would definitely look suspicious if he hopped out now.  So he kept his hands where they could be seen as they were driven up to meet at the gas station.  Hopping out of the car with Hellfire, Acme looked around a bit idly to see who was hiding out when the Bulldog showed up, disgorging what Acme can definitely understand is his counterpart.

He sniffed a bit, one eye lazily looking at the astral while the wild-eyed man went off about this conspiracy or that.  "Do I look Atzlaner to you?" he muttered with the mention of blood magic.  Waving it off a bit he whistled low at the boxes.  The SS would shoot them on the spot for the kind of power he was feeling.  "Feels real.  They fall off a truck or do you got a connection?  Crow?"  Even being in the area only a little bit, he knew that the Cascade Ork were the tribe likely to deal in all flavors of illicit just to make some cash, though the Cascade Crow had their shadows as well, and under the table talislegging was one of those things.  Oh he was tempted...   But this was Hellfire's job.  He had the capital, knew where the boxes would be going.

This message was last edited by the player at 17:24, Sun 26 Jan 2020.

Hellfire
 player, 11 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2020
at 00:27
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Hellfire opened the diver's door and stepped out onto the dirty ground. He faced the newcomer and deliberately made a show of tucking his Predator I into the front of his pants, turn of the millennium trid-gangster style. He walked with a forced smile his slight tusks splitting his grin adding a sense of danger when matched with the puckered scars that peppered his face."Sho'daache Kahée" Greetings. He called out in perfect Sioux Crow. "Acme's no blood-mage, that's the chip truth. But on to biz."

He moved with a measured pace to the boxes. He kept himself casual and his hand away from his weapon, so as not to spook anyone. In answer to Acme's question he replied "Less of a truck, more like trailer." He glanced at the denim man and continued "Unless I miss my mark these come from a group of people who are not really happy with the current status quo in the Sioux. Not everyone who lives in the Crow is onboard with how the council treats my people. are they?" The last was obviously a question for the denim dressed man.

This message was last edited by the player at 01:54, Sun 26 Jan 2020.

Mr. Johnson
 GM, 33 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2020
at 20:54
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
“Well, truth of it is, I try not to ask too many questions and I keep my nose out of politics.” the wild eyed shaman replies flatly, so you're not quite sure if he is issuing a warning or just stating a fact.  “Just wanna make a buck, am I right?” he adds.  “All quality stuff back here, nothing unstable or tainted.  Couple spirits locked away in there, but they know how to behave.  Should be nice easy nuyen for your end.  Just drive the stuff on up into the VanPlex.  Salish scouts and cops pretty much keep to themselves unless they catch you running a t-bird.  Guess they figure you're not smuggling nothing worth their time...”

The way you remember it, the pick-up went off without a hitch.  That shaman talislegger was quite the chatterbox.  He went on and on how he was an independent, an entrepreneur, a business man.  His cover story was paper thin, you both knew right from the moment that Bulldog's backdoor opened you were smuggling contraband talismans up the coast to Tsimshian rebels.  As you loaded the warded boxes under tarp in pick-up bed, the shaman offered a few kind words over a shared pipe of tobacco cut with a nice mellow bud that gives a chill buzz.  The dwarf rigger even popped her head out of the van for a moment to wish you well.  Damned civilized all things considered.

Neither of you have any real strong feelings about the NAN's internal politics this far north.  Smuggling just pays the bills.  Should be a nice easy milk run up into North Van.  All you gotta do is avoid complications with S-S military, Knight Errant, the Koshari, Red Lotus and various and sundry go gangs that stalk the highways around the 'plex.

Nice.  Easy.  Milk run.
Acme
 player, 20 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Mon 27 Jan 2020
at 16:36
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
As the man kept talking, Acme was getting a bit of a pensive look.  He didn't really care about the politics in the area; as far as he had read from being new to the place there was squalling between some of the tribes in S-S, though the border with Tsimshian was getting a bit dicey with that country having just short of a civil war on its hands at most times.

The real problem was more the volatility of the magic stuff they were carrying. If there were a couple of bound spirits in those boxes, he knew full well from experience they could easily be real pissed off on just about anyone if something happened to their bindings.  He muttered to himself as they loaded the stuff up, but kept his own misgivings well and to himself.  He'd need his wits for the drive ahead, as the old shaman had said time and time again how easy things would be; even the puffs that mellowed him out couldn't stifle the fundamental truth that any follower of Coyote would know.  Easy runs are difficult.  He would have to be on his toes.

The revelation of Hellfire's heritage though, that was a nice nugget to chew on.  Of course he kicked himself for thinking Hellfire was a bit light-skinned but in this day and age, there were so truth-telling full-bloods that who could use how bronze ones' skin was to determine trial affinity?  His own tone came from the fact of Hispanic marriage among the Apache to the point where they were lumped into the "other tribes" section of PCC demographics anymore.

After clearing their heads a little, Acme took the time to call a few new watchers and air spirits into the area.  After offering them a few boons from reagents he carried on his person, he directed most of them to do what the others had done before in their trek to Vancouver, but he also had a couple of watchers specifically to alert him if something changed about their cargo.

As they were just about starting on their journey, Acme made sure that Hellfire wasn't lost in the digital haze before starting, "Well I see now why you'd been asking for a tribal to ride shotgun, and here I thought it was my stunning personality and ability to lie to the Salish."
Hellfire
 player, 14 posts
Thu 30 Jan 2020
at 13:25
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
"Tch, as y'say omae. Whatever greases the wheel works for me." Hellfire replied to the shaman. He pulled hard on a fastened strap to make sure it was tightly secured. Feeling that everything was as well as can be, he looked at his travelling companion. "Well all the hatches are bat'und down and we are wiz to go."


He made his way to the driver's side of the vehicle, the door creaked loudly as it swung open. Damn forgot to oil that hinge. Hellfire removed his Predator from his pants and placed it in easy reach on his seat. He stood between the door and seat as he called out to the contact, "if there ain't nothin'else we best be making tracks."

This message was last edited by the player at 13:26, Thu 30 Jan 2020.

Acme
 player, 21 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Thu 30 Jan 2020
at 16:51
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme chuckled and nodded.  He didn't want to press on things with Hellfire's past; though he was curious, he hadn't brought it up, for good reason.  Not like the shaman was one to talk, he'd only told a few people what a PCC national was doing on the West Coast.  Hell, he didn't even like thinking about it himself.

At the call to head out, he saluted the rigger. "Aye aye, captain."  With that, he doublechecked straps and hopped into the passenger seat.  "Vancouver ho!"  He really hoped that it would be easy tonight, but Coyote always taught that the milk runs were the ones that were the most pain in the ass.
Hellfire
 player, 15 posts
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 21:07
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Hellfire sat hard in his seat. He waited for Acme to get comfortable before putting his foot to the pedal. The engine whined as it accelerated and the shocks were again pushed to their limit as the now fully loaded vehicle slogged along the unkempt ground. To break the monotony Hellfire flicked the switch to a little radio, He kept the volume low so any conversation would not be interrupted. The sound that came out was a cacophony of heavily distorted electric guitar, booming bass guitar. thunderous drumming and a singer who's high pitch seemed to work well with the over all vibe of the song. "Oh ACDC, Wiz. I hope you like oldies chummer."
Mr. Johnson
 GM, 45 posts
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 21:55
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Cargo strapped in, suspension groaning in complaint, your great-grandparents' hard rock tunes blaring on the sat feed, you're back on the road... well, what passes for a road in this part of the wilderness.

@Acme Almost as soon as you are out of the area that the mad shaman had warded, you can feel the volatility of the talisman-bound spirits straining against the mystical restraints woven into the fetishes and foci by whatever talismonger created them.  Your watchers and the air spirit return to you agitated, sensing the unease.

About a mile passes, maybe two, when a lyrical voice sounds in your head accompanied by something like the sound of waves washing up on the shore. I awake ... čačim hihak kʷaa magician ... or do you prefer ya'ateh?  Am I bound to you?  Why? What services require this binding?  I... Tla-o-qui-aht ... Tyee Tin-Wis... teacher and protector.  I am the calm waters carrying a fishing canoe.  I am the gentle current that disturbs not the roe nor the fry.  I have slept long and yearn to be freed.

It has a name. It’s almost never good when they have a name…
Acme
 player, 24 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Sun 2 Feb 2020
at 21:37
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme smirked as he heard the strains of AC/DC on the radio.  It was good to hear that there were still 20th-Century format stations playing music, as he still had a good ear for them to go with the wizzer stuff of nowadays.  He was just settling in to close his eyes and focus on the astral for a bit when the expected troubles began.  He started rubbing his forehead as the spirits call and whine, clearly agitated at being taken from their areas, some forced into talismans..   Who the hell forced spirits into talismans? they were supposed to help put power into them, not BE the power.  He was about to try and tune it all out as most of them were simple spirits of the land when the voice called out pure and clear.

"Ohhhhhh.... drek." he said audibly, enough for Hellfire to hear even over the music.  He popped an eye to the material world while Tyee's voice continued to swirl around him.  "We've got a big problem.  Some moron, maybe Old Man Dipshit back there... They grabbed a big spirit.  Ally spirit or something... You're of the area, I'm guessing, does Tla-o-qui-aht or Tyee Tin-Wis ring any bells?  I mean, there's the stories of Thunder Tyee, but I'm guessing that's different... I hope?"  He chewed on his lip, worry on his face.  He didn't feel right at all selling off a major spirit off, getting dragged into a civil war could really frag with it.  And who knew what it would do to the area it was from?
Hellfire
 player, 17 posts
Wed 5 Feb 2020
at 20:25
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Hellfire wracked his brain thinking back to his childhood. He never really did pay attention to his Elders and their stories as they force fed him hundreds of years of history he didn't care about. There was something about the name though, familiar. "Tla-o-qui-aht? Pretty sure that's a band, part of the Salish-Shidhe Council. Tyee means Chief or big Salmon and Tin-wis is calm water or brook or something like that. My Nuu-chah-nulth is a little rusty. Not much use for it lately." He shook his head in frustration.

He drove mechanically as he continued to try to come up with an answer to Acme. After a minute he blurted "Welp, I got no truck with spirits, you're the finger wiggler. What do you recommend? do we ditch and run? How deep is the drek?"

This message was last edited by the player at 20:30, Wed 05 Feb 2020.

Acme
 player, 25 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Wed 5 Feb 2020
at 21:57
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Acme listened intently.  If this was a desert spirit or something from the PCC he'd be right on it, but unfortunately Hellfire counted as the expert.  But he was providing some snippets of information.  The shaman worked to clear his mind a bit.  "All right, so the other spirits, they'll probably do their duty and fry out when they're used.  That's regrettable but well, that's the thing you get.  So we're fine there.  But this guy has a name.  So he's a big deal." He started to try and remember the specific words the spirit was using.  "What what it sounds like from the name and what he's been saying he might be a big time protector of the water in this area or it mentioned fish.. Maybe it's the spirit or protector of the salmon.  I think... We might have to at least let that one go.  That could mess with the land around here.  Look, I get cash is cash, and tell you what, if you want, you can have my share of what's left." He crossed his arms and sighed.  "This doesn't sit well with me.  It's like someone took Coyote himself and shoved him into a box.  I honestly think the best thing we can do is let Tyee there go back to where they're from.  This is like taking dragon's eggs."
Mr. Johnson
 GM, 66 posts
Thu 6 Feb 2020
at 18:38
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
Kidnapping a mentor spirit was definitely not spec'd out on the datachip.  When you start to develop a rep for this kind of thing, folks will find a way to make you go further than you ever intended to go.  At the end of that dark path are self-loathing in a prison cell or an unmarked grave and an unmourned death.

It takes time and focus to  unravel the spellwork holding the spirit in place.  The remainder of the bumpy drive is long and silent as Acme frees the spirit.  The ritual magic finally breaks, leaving Acme at his most vulnerable but the spirit dissipates without violence, it's farewell His-shuk-nish-tsa-waak trickling through Acme's mind like water over river stones

Acme – to complete chargen, your last spirit could be a Water Teacher ... (teacher, aspect, harm -2, search 2, guard 0, enthrall 1, mentor 2, dmg: 2, armor 2, wounds 7) ... this leaves you without an urban spirit or a destroyer spirit at your beck and call, but correcting this would give you a good short term character goal as Acme embarks on his journey in the BayPlex shadows.  What do you think?

By the end of the drive to Vancouver, Hellfire is bored to tears and Acme is exhausted.  Fortunately you've managed to avoid any police and security related complications and make it to the the meet up in the barrens.   The layout and reception is far less elaborate, just a couple of razorboys lingering in the foothills near Cypress mountain.  Any mage or shaman worth his salt would immediately notice that the shaman's staff that once held Tyee Tin-Wis is now nothing more than a carved stick with bits of feather lashed to it.  Fortunately, none of these guys has an ounce of magical juice, no one even bothers to check the cargo.

When you look back on this run, you can't help but shake your head.  It would have all worked out smoothly if any of these knuckleheads had brought a vehicle with cargo space.  They're riding on a couple of Pinto trikes and a beat up old Red Ranger ACV that look like they've seen some hard times down in the contaminated zones and narrowly escaped.  One thing is for sure, there ain't no cargo space.

After a couple of calls and some hushed words between the razors, they explain that the elders now want you to bring the load all the way to Prince Rupert... for double the payment...
Mr. Johnson
 GM, 67 posts
Thu 6 Feb 2020
at 18:49
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
@Acme - another option: Tyee Tin-Wis becomes a contact and you are free to choose that last spirit type.

Spirit: Sky, Storm, Swamp, Plain, Desert, Forest, Mountain, Urban
with
Nature: Destroyer, Teacher, Watcher, Seducer, Protector

Acme
 player, 26 posts
 Coyote Shaman
 Avowed Pain In The Ass
Thu 6 Feb 2020
at 19:08
Prelude: Acme & Hellfire
It was long, tiring, and he hoped that Grendel wouldn't be too mad at him as he started to work on loosening the bindings while they drove on.  He was exhausted by the time they rolled into Van, having burned through much of the reagents he had on him and almost all their food.  The bindings were tricky, though at least Tin-Wis seemed to get the idea that even being from a different tribe and follower of the Trickster, Acme was good on his word.

There was a nag on the back of his mind that they'd be found out, but he figured that a few sweet words and slick talk would have to suffice... until the razors just sort of shrugged and checked in.  Acme wondered just where the hell they were supposed to drop off the supplies, as a couple of bikes sure as hell weren't going to cover the amount they'd been storing.  He was just about to mutter something when the razor said something that made him wince.

"Hey, the elders transport fell through.  Since you've got the goods already, they're willing to pay double to get it all the way to Prince Rupert."

Acme idly dialed his poc sec- it got enough reception this close to Vancouver as something crunched on him.  First was the mention of Elders, and that made him chew his lip a bit.  If they were elders, maybe they were looking to release Tin-Wis themselves?  So that meant they'd be happy right?  He wearily chuckled a bit.  But as he looked up Prince Rupert.... he winced.

"Ah fragging Coyote's tail on fire!  You're wanting us to go into Tsimshian?!  That fragging nuthouse doesn't even like other tribals!  And it's an entire day!"  He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

The razor rolled his eyes and scoffed.  "Not my prob, I'm just the messenger."

Acme looked to Grendel.  "We're gonna have to stop for supplies, and see if our armor is up to date because I'm pretty damn sure we're gonna have to go off-road.  They're sure as hell not going to let us just wave past the border checkpoint like we've got a case of watermelons here.   I'm thinking if we do this, we ask for triple minimum."