INTRO AND DISCLAIMER HERE
My name is VictorNiss, and the following writings are all my own work, with original characters based off of the Shadowrun verse. This work of fiction is my own and the world it is based off of belongs to Catalyst Game labs and the original writers of Shadowrun. I will say now that the world has been tailored and some people may not find the world to be %100 cannon to the Shadowrun books. To this I say: in the name of outrageous epicness, let it be changed until it is more awesome.
BACK STORY AND RELEVANT INFORMATION
These writings started as overkill scripts, or guild lines, for a comic I'm working on with a partner, but in between busy schedules and a need to hone drawing skills, we may not have anything produced for a very long time. I appreciate Critique and please know before reading that I am not actually a writer! I don't have very good form, and don't properly use whatever elements of writing. You real writers here will scoff and me and what not, with all your writing rules and finesse.. This is a learning experience. I'm actually a professional lazy ass bum, and I play battlefield 3 and sit all day. Surprisingly I'm not very fat, however. I'm working on that too.
ON TO THE SHOW!
Episode #1 part A - Nothing unusual here...
Hong Kong's evening skyline glowed and illuminated the Lion park mountains behind the Sham Shui Po district. Rotor crafts buzzed between cookie stamp high-rise buildings, while jets streaked across the dark blue night sky. Cars lined the elevated Tsing Sha highway that jetted out into the ocean towards the Tsing Yi island. The elevated parking lot overlooked countless ships of all sizes, rubbing against each other and bobbing in the sea, either waiting for their turn at the port, or waiting for their quarantine to life. The city was never asleep, and rush hour was a meaningless word. What a foreigner would call rush hour lasted 18 hours a day in the free enterprise sovereignty A couple hundred tired workers leaving from thrid shift fill both sides of the freeway. A Lightrail train packed past it's manufacturer regulated capacity silently zips by in between the median barriers, and on a rail above the trains electricity cables, a Knight Errant security drone follows suit. But nobody noticed the lone figure standing on the edge of the concrete wall, looking out to the harbor. Green, blue, yellow, and red cargo containers fill the 1 by 3 mile space of harbor No single block of the containers stacked less then three high. Scarce permanent structures housing staff or vehicles dot the vista, seemingly at random.
The figure was distinctly female, and strategically in between the illumination of the lamp posts. She's clothed in a blue form fitting half-body suit, with obvious metal colored cybernetic limbs, and a thick military plexiglass visor consuming most of her face. Her thick, black hair pulled into a ponytail, with a duo of datajacks on the back of her neck, with two utility ports under those. She looks off the highway, and takes a breath. The warm night is relieved by a cool ocean breeze. The monsoon season always is rainy and hot, so this less humid wind front breathes easy and invigorates the body. The cyborg women raises her arms to embrace the wind, as bus passes by in the slow moving but more vacant carpool lane. A moment and it passes. She's gone.
Nakie hit the dirt hard in a crouch, sounding like a pallet of plaststeel ingots rather then a human female. Her cybernetic enhancements also enhance her weight by a great deal. She stood up, subtropic foliage covering her landing from the view of the security sensor on the fence of the harbor pier, as well as the traffic of a industrial road on the other side of the freeway's support column. A moment passes and a click sounds from her headpiece. Her limbs, visor, and body suit all flash various colors of the spectrum as they refract light, quickly becoming invisible at a glance. The most revealing aspect of this cloak is the fact that her hair, cheeks, mouth, and a few pieces of her limbs are not effected by the pseudo-invisibility. She takes a few steps toward the fence.
She taps the side of her headpiece and her augmented vision shuts down. Do not enter icons around the gate disappear, followed by the name and address of the shipyard, and even the street name behind her. Email, calendar, texts, and then her entire HUD shuts down. A mental trigger and a new overlay comes online. Her vitals, cyber limb stats, pistol stats, audio monitor, and TACnet stats appear in her peripheral vision. Electronic signature readings light up electric lines secured on the concrete highway support columns, as well as the harbor cameras and perimeter sensors. Finally, a line of sight indicator comes online, indicating that she is anonymous.
"Yumi, I've switched to my MCT tactical and my personal comm is off, you hear me?" Nakie asks in her Chinese.
"Zao shang hao!" an excited Chinese girl answers on the other end.
"Xie Xie" Nakie responds in courtesy, "Now can you get those sensors for me, Yumi?"
"Already done," Yumi replies without hesitation, "you're free to enter the pier!"
"Already? I figured you would sit and play CityScape 4 until you heard from me!" Nakie retorted as she charged the 10 foot tall fence.
"chòu biǎozi!" cursing at the sly remark, "I stopped playing that a while ago! Mech conquest 2 all the way!"
Nakie's legs made an audible mechanical noise as she jumped almost to the top of the barbed wire fence. She grabbed onto the sensors' mounting pole and contorted her body, making a stationary pole vaulting action, and flung herself over the fence.
"Well let's get this over with so you can go back to playing those games." Nakie finished as she checked a corner around a maintenance building and proceeded into the container yard.
"So ka!" Yumi agreed over their commlink.
"12-9, you power on yet?" Nakie asked into her commlink.
In the dark interior of a cargo container, dimly lit by a red light, the silhouette of a large anthropod suit lifts it's body, and a sensor around it's head move around silently.
"Online. Scanning area now, Nakie." The inhuman voice sounds over the channel, sounding like what can only be described as a Reaper from the 2010's classic video game, Mass Effect.
"Oh, just a heads up, that ship will be departing in 15 minutes!" Yumi advised
"This will only take 5..." Nakie assured her decker.
"I hope so, Yamatetsu Naval labs keep their supply lines on lock down. The sooner your off that ship the better: even if it's onto private property. The ship guards are more likely to shoot then the lab guards."
Nakie moved past another block of containers, and darts between aisles after a 3 ton forklift quadruped passes.
"This unit agrees with Yumi's concern for Nakie. Heavily armed foot mobiles detected near targeted vessel." The mech continues.
Nakie cautiously approached an opening where she sees her first two guards: black pants with white shirt and the tell-tale red and blue trim. Lonestar. Getting a better view, she spied the two playing a AR game on the hood of a beat down company truck under a light post that flickers slightly. Cargo containers make the scene look like some post-apocalypse fortress, and Nakie takes a moment to think of Yumi's joy if this were one of her video games.
"Heavily armed guards, huh?" Nakie's rare sarcasm savored by Yumi and the Mech alike, "Well where are these guys, because there is no threat here."
"Threat accessing..." the omnipotent machine whispers comforting words to her.
A cluster of red blips appear on Nakies visual display, tagging the guards of interest across the pier on the other side of a block of containers. While looking at one of the blips Nakie reads the info passed on from 12-9's responsive interface and smartlink software: Male, heavy armor, augmented, smartlinked, automatic weapons, normal heart rate, Evo-tech exclusive security.
"The ship is over there, then. Thank you, love." Nakie coos at the Mech.
Nakie looks above the cargo containers in front of her, spotting a crane in action grabbing containers for the ship's hold.
"And that is your crane!" Yumi proclaimed.
Several armored guards clad in black casually walked around the port side of a mid-size freighter ship, while others are seen on the deck. The crane above them hums away, automatically loading the ship with it's invoice of supplies. The crane drops a container on a scale at a customs station with two men working it. One man scans the container with a handheld electronic and thermal signature device, while another sits in a small kiosk, toying with a computer terminal. After a moment, the crane carries the container off the customs depot and onto the waiting ship. A forklift quadruped drone walks by and continues off to it's duties. No one able to notice the cloaked Nakie jumping off the back of the unit and running to the crane ladder.
A top the busy crane, the deniable asset cracks open the crane's control panel.
"I thought you said 5 minutes, nv peng yu!" Yumi scolded her counterpart in good humor.
"One second!" Nakie insists while she inserted a cord from the machines inner workings into a datajack on the back of her neck. "done!"
There was moment of silence on the channel while Yumi worked through Nakie's rig, and suddenly the crane stopped just before grabbing a container and resets, turning almost 180 degrees to pick up a lone, unmarked container sitting alone on top of the block of stacked shipping crates. The customs man with the scanner watched with no amount of excitement as the container came down to him. The man in the booth plugged numbers away on the terminal, while he held up his scanner. To his surprise however, the container appeared to be swimming in some sort of electric signature, while switching to thermals, the container had a black hole with no reading what-so-ever. Confused for a moment, the harbor employee signaled to the man in the kiosk.
"Supervisor! That crate has irregular readings! Stop the crane!" he cried.
The man in the kiosk gave a thumbs up and stepped out of the booth. They viewed the readings of the sensor, and the supervisor walked up to the lock on the crates door. In that very instant, the two were startled as green lights lit around them and the container began to ascend signaling the container's customs approval. but without the supervisor in his booth to approve it. The men watched the crate raise off the scale and gracefully float towards the ship.
"Supervisor! Call the ship captain! We must be shown the crate!" the diligent worker yelled, almost at the crate, itself.
"Fay-fay duh Pee-yen! I'm not asking those guys to show me anything!" the worker snapped back and signaled at the armed guards, "I've got a wife and family to go home to!" he commented while returning to his post in the customs booth.
"Good job Yumi!" Nakie commented.
"This unit approves of your talents, Yumi." 12-9's cold approval adds in.
Nakie jogs to the end of the crane and rappels quietly onto the boat from the thick lift cable of the crane. She took a seat on top of the container they just smuggled on the ship. The container that housed her beloved Mech. The cyborg girl looked off to the perfectly white full moon over the massive floating shipyard on the ocean horizon. Thick black clouds boarder the moon and hang over the shipyard.
That cool wind is blowing in a storm, Nakie thought, better get this over quickly.
~On to part 2 or get dumped, Breeder!
