The Generals Meet. (Part 1)

Posted: October 4, 2015 in Neo-Anarchist Podcast, Shadowrun

Eric da MAJ pulls a crow feather out of his camo jacket and tucks it in the corner of a park bench, the shaft pointing to the Stuffer Shack across the street.  After making sure that the feather is secure he lets out a tired and slightly nervous sigh. Pulling down his cap, he heads toward the Stuffer Shack.  The smell of processed food and petrichor permeates the area.  He moves to a habitual position, positioning his back against the wall of the Stuffer Shack. The old soldier now has a clear view of the park and the street, all the while protecting his back.  He reaches into his coat and pulls out a brushed metal flask bearing the emblem of the now defunct United States army and takes a brief swig. The burn of the alcohol helps steel his body against the unfamiliar bite of the wind.

Well the breadcrumbs have been set. I hope she is as clever as Opti lets on. If she follows my directions, she should be here in 30 minutes.

Eric pulls out his comlink and puts on a stylish pair of Augmented Reality glasses.  After running the encryption and spoofing program that one of his decker chummers gave him, he logs into the local matrix node.  Pulling up the most recent “Neo-Anarchist” podcast he lets out a low whistle and shakes his head, surprised.  Seems that Opti has a lot of allies and boy are they pissed off.  Impressive that one man can inspire so many to action.  S.Ragnar F. even hacked his buddy’s security account to send all the data he gleaned and possible theories.   

He spends his downtime reading thru all the conversations.  Eric da MAJ  agrees with consensus that Opti has either been incapacitated or his feed has been jacked. A wry grin crosses his face as he keeps reading, specifically noting the immense amount of rage and hate aimed at the imposter.  The various threats range from horrifically violent to humorously sadistic. I’m probably going to have to coordinate a lot more than I originally though.  Won’t be the first time though. He absentmindedly rubs his neck, running his fingers over old war scars.

After a catching up on the virtual situation, Eric puts away the comlink and glasses away.  He pulls an old metallic cigarette holder out of his coat pocket, snaps it open and pulls out a cheap cigarette. Putting the case away, he looks around.  As he surveys the park, he’s surprised to see an ork dressed in a three piece suit, sitting on the park bench, grinning widely.  The ork catches his gaze and winks.

What the drek?  That’s disturbing.

Eric puts the cigarette in his mouth and instinctively mutters an incantation. As his left index finger ignites, he hears an cheerful but icy, whistled tune being carried on the wind.  As the whistling gets louder his flame starts to sputter and choke.  I think that’s the cue.

He turns and sees a pink haired elf dressed in a leather jacket coming around the corner of the Stuffer Shack, smiling and whistling.  Her face lights up when she sees Eric she and walks up to him, arm extended.  When she is close enough to shake his hand, the fame dancing on his finger sputters and goes out.

“Hoi, I take it you’re Eric da MAJ?” asks the pink haired elf.

Eric looks at his fingers and then back at the smiling elf.

“That’d be me.” He grasps her hand in a firm shake. “Rainbowsmite I presume?

She laughs lightly and her hair shimmers golden for a brief moment before turning back to pink.


Eric relaxes a little bit and smiles. “Shall we get going, then? There’s a lot to go over.”

“Yeah, lets move.  Zippy knows of a place we can talk.”  She waves the ork sitting on the park bench over and introduces the two.  The trio then starts walking toward the alley.  As she walks Rainbowstarts singing the same tune she was whistling earlier.

“Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.”

Eric looks at Zippy. “She’s a little odd, isn’t she.”

Zippy flashes a charming grin. “You have no idea.”

  1. Eric da' MAJ says:

    “The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
    For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.
    G.K. Chesterton

  2. Eric da' MAJ says:

    “The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
    For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.”
    -G.K. Chesterton

  3. gator9 says:

    I like… 8) Rain would like to read more.

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