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Shadowrun:  On The Hunt
Chapter 1

It started with a woman.  All the good stories do.  She was beauty personified.  She had the face of an angel, and skin of porcelain.  Her body was toned and taunt, with long limbs that you just want wrapped around you.  Her dress was immaculate, a skirt-suit that accentuated her appearance.  And her eyes are as pure green as the Emerald Isle, and they looked right into your soul.

Actually, her eyes did peer into your soul, as she wasn’t human.  She was a spirit of some sort, summoned by a magician years ago, and found her freedom through some manner.  This usually spelled death for the magician in question.  She was a chummer of mine, so I never asked.  I have a lot of friends that have mysterious and questionable pasts.  I, myself, have a history like that.  And you better believe that I worked hard at getting it that way.

Jet was how she introduced herself.  Not her real name, her True Name, as that would give power over her.  Names had power to people such as her.  People who knew my name could get my attention, which was power enough, come to think of it.  The only other thing I could think of that had power over her was coffee.  That’s real coffee, not the soy-based derivative that most people drank.

Which explained why, when she was in trouble, we met at a coffee shop in downtown Seattle.  It was the middle of the night, but this is Seattle, five minutes to a coffee house, with at least one that’s open 24/7.  She was drowning her sorrows in an Amazonian Dark Roast, while I sipped lightly at the low-grade SoyCaff that they served here.  Which was a sign that a plebian like me wasn’t wanted.   She was obviously troubled, she had used a TeleCom, which most Spirits appeared to hate, and she was appearing as totally neutral.  Showing emotions wasn’t really a natural act for a Spirit.  Physical form wasn’t a natural act for a spirit, actually.  They kept to the spirit world, which was just a step away from the physical world, a mystical equivalent to the computerized Matrix that permeated the technological world we lived in.

Confused yet?  Well, let’s just say that the 21st Century has been interesting, in the ancient Chinese curse form of the word, and there’s still 31 years of it left.

Jet was on her fourth dark roast when she finally had the courage to talk to me.  She looked at me with her impossibly green eyes while I looked back with my gold Zeiss electric eyes.  “I need you to find my sister.”  Her voice was cold, but not calculating, just pure information, as if she had forgotten how to put inflection into it.  I knew street samurai that were personifications of death itself order pizzas with more emotion.

I waited for her to continue, taking another sip of the SoyCaff.  It had started out tasting like battery acid, and was only getting worse as it aged in the sugar pressform cup.  It made me appreciate how Jet was feeling, the pit of her stomach (Or whatever Spirits have) was probably feeling the same way, rolling and rebelling against the feelings filling the core of her being.  Despite the stony face, she was obviously deeply worried.

“I was originally summoned to be a protector and companion, a Nanny, to Deborah Phipps, the daughter of my Master, Newton Phipps.  She thought of me as more of a big sister than a Nanny.  She was ten when…  Something happened to Newton.  I became Free, and Debby was orphaned.  That was five years ago, and I still check in on her.  She needed the support of people, not…”  She started fading at this point, returning to her native realm I guess, before solidifying again.

Regaining her composure, she continued, “I’m not compelled to protect her any longer, but she’s a good kid, and was doing pretty good at the orphanage.  Too old to be adopted, she cared for the younger kids, and even helped out with the hard cases.  She has a family now, and didn’t really need me more anyhow, but I was a shoulder to cry on.  A…  Piece of her Father.”

I reached out and held her hand, the one not holding the cup, and she gave me a weird smile.  I’m sure she tried for a sad one.

“When was your last visit, and why do you think she’s in trouble now?”, I ask, trying to lead her to the problem at hand.  She had already given more personal information than I had gotten out of her in three years.

“It was a few minutes before I called you.  I went to the orphanage and sought her out.  She wasn’t there.  The kids there told me that she had run off with some gang.  So, I looked for her…  I’m attuned to her; her essence is part of the core of my being.  I can find her anywhere on Earth with a thought.  I don’t, normally.  It’d be an invasion, but if I needed to protect her, like I was originally ordered to…  I can’t find her.  She’s not dead.  I’d know that in an instant.  But she’s guarded magically somehow.  I…  I don’t know anyone else in this city, Jon.  You have to help me.”

Most women would have been hysterical, sobbing, crying, and yelling.  Nature of the beast that is the Metahuman Races.  Be they human, elf, dwarf, ork, or troll.  But Jet was totally blank.  For one that prides herself on how well she fits in with the people of the United Canadian-American States, this is far more telling than any tears.  So totally against her nature, alien through it may be, that it could only be considered completely honest.

But there is a big question, why did she come to me, Jon Johnson, Corporate Investment Investigator?
2070. Seattle. One man hunts for someone that should matter for nothing.

Shadowrun is a registered trademark of WizKids Inc. All Rights Reserved. This work is not intended to infringe on any copyright, and is used without permission.

Just a bit of Fan Fiction, folks. Please consider it free publicity!
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Chris-919 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well I think its damn cool. I used to enjoy Shadowrun and Cyberpunk RPG nights so I'm probably biased. Plus I'm a Blade Runner and Film Noire fan so this has a lot of appeal. I think your writing style is a great homage to that style but I'm no literary critic beyond the fact that I like it. I'm going to put the rest of your literature submissions into a literature and keep the first one in featured for the time being, since as a non-super group we can only show so many favourites at the same time, hopefully this is fine with you.
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CanRay Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2011
Thanks, that's what I was aiming for with this story. I try to vary my writing style for the topic (Which is limited at the moment, I'll admit.).

There wasn't a Literature section that I could put this into when I was submitting, or else they'd have all gone in there, so that's not issue at all with me. :)
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Chris-919 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Okay I'll move the first one in there as well. I just thought I'd feature it for a bit, helps to show we are interested in all genres. Well all except porn!
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Wolfmaedchen Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2009
It's frakking exciting. I'm happy that I've finally found time and leisure to read more of your work.
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CanRay Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2009
YAY! Hope you enjoy! This is the first of the stories that I wrote. It's less raw than my other stories, more polished.

Which both improves and lessens the work.
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Wolfmaedchen Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2009
I really DO enjoy it! I've closed part 2 now and I can't wait to read more.
Your description of the shapechanger pack is absolutely wonderful, I felt like I was in middle of them, with hot breath in my neck and these 'domesticated' women by my feet.
I'd wish to stay there - it would be a perfect home for me! *laugh*

Thank you so much for this amazing fairytale.
Now I've come to the end, part 3 is calling me :D
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Wolfmaedchen Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2009
I love it. I absolutely do, no question, it was a rare and amazing trip you sent me through.

Thank you so frakking much for it.

The thing that fascinates me most is the way you let the Sixth World come to life, all the little everyday-life details you drop between actions and reactions.. it is so wonderful.

I am in to this stuff since about one and a half year or so, and I adore the Shadowrun Universe as it is such a different and distorted place with so many many possibilities to feel and live and behave.. I wish I could paint my pictures of this universe at least in a few colours of which you use.

I haven't read any official SR fiction yet, only got a few impressions of the 4th edition's rulebook and Runner Havens, so I depend on such great tales like yours to get the image alive in my head. Thank you for that colourful impression.

(Finally, I am now fighting against my want to delete the few pieces I wrote about Sam.. they're so far far away from that real art of yours...)

Thanks again and not for the last time.
Great journey.
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CanRay Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2009
Well, let's hope I can get some more out of my skull. :)
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Wolfmaedchen Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2009
I had so little time within the last days, I'm truly sorry I haven't read your story yet. Will do it as soon as I'm at home again.

Till then: Be hugged and thought of! :glomp:
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CanRay Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2009
:hug: OK. Whenever you get to it. :)
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