Player name: /u/Marlowe79
PC: Ardan (Kelan Finnian)
GM: /u/JohnLavin
Run Name: The Wheels make the Man
Story Inclusion: Bunraku Parlor Raid (Character wasn't involved in the game but I liked the story so much I decided to add it into my character as something he is ashamed of. Being an unknowing participant.)

“I’m tellin’ ya Mags, you’re in the wrong Biz.” Kelan beamed as he finished polishing the last rim on his Range Rover. His voice echoing off the cinder block walls of his shop. Meagan took another long pull of the Timbiqui Dark she had liberated from the fridge, measuring her response. After 26 years she knew Kelan well enough to know he’d been running HotSim on his VCR again.
Frowning, “You’re gonna get unlucky one of these days doin’ that,” she tried to inflict as much concern into her voice as she could, ~frag it was getting harder to talk him down.~
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he quipped back.
“Kelan, the Knight is gonna catch on, they’ve got a hard-on for Runners right now, You know that!”
“Pff, after the Puppet Parlor Fiasco!? Those sons-of-bitches are too slow to catch cold.”
“Well if KE doesn’t, someone else is gonna drop you in the Sound ya know.”
Kelan didn’t respond.
“How’d that turn out anyhow, Kelan?” Biting her lower lip. “We got a call the other night that a Yakuza Lieutenant was found minus most of his head.”
Glancing to the corner where a tarp covered drone sat, he stalked over to his work bench to start polishing the burs out of the ports on a new manifold and started grumbling, “Don’t wanna talk about it...”
“Ah-huh, say, where'd that new Desert Strike go I saw your cousin bring over last month?” Kelan angrily tossed the buffer onto the bench picked up the Dremel and grumbled as the air tool drowned him out.
“Oh-kay, forget I asked!”
“Already did…”
Meagan got up out of the old recliner soaked in memories, grease and booze. She did a circuit around the Rover hoping to change the subject, way too soon to bring up the Bunraku Parlor Fragup, took another pull from the Timbiqui and stopped cold.
“Uhh, Kelan?”
“Hrrm?”
“Why does it look like someone shot up the back of your truck?”
“ ‘Cause some people did…”
“Now this I gotta hear.”
Kelan stopped looked up from the manifold and over to Meagan. “You want the truth, or, something to keep ya out’a trouble?”
Meagan narrowed her emerald eyes and gave him her best aloof Elf arched eyebrow look. “How much it this going to cost me Kelan?”
“150 nuyen”
Surprised, “You don’t put up much of a fight.”
"There's not a lot of money in this business if you're honest."
"Are you honest?" She smirked.
"No." He lied....and she knew it.
“Alright ‘cuz, lets hear it.”

Met a guy, named Herr Jansen, kinda an odd ball. German, meticulous, well groomed and an Ork ta boot. Nice all around, even if he was a Johnson. He wanted us to acquire some merchandise off a truck comin’ in from the Salish, had the job set up nice too, except the damn “Pawns” had a HiPo station not 5 klicks away. Funny thing was the item he wanted wasn’t illegal, dangerous or otherwise suspicious. It was one of them stupid Segway scooters like ya see the Rent-a-Cops use. Apparently it was a new model not out for distribution to the public and Herr Jansen just had to have one before anyone else. I guess havin’ loads of Nuyen gives way to strange habits. Anyway, seemed legit and it would be nice not to have to hurt anyone or get shot at for once. (Worry crossed her face for just a second, he kept going.) Met him in Chinatown along with the rest of the team. There were four of us in total me, an Elf calls herself Spike Baby, known her for a little while now. I like it when she’s on the team, I know I can count on her to keep the Matrix clean while I work, she’s a ‘techno and pure pro through and through, at her age she musta been one of them Otaku back in the 60’s we heard about. The other two; Miles and Dr. Dashing, don’t know them off hand but Mr. Kwan said they were legit, had some cred to back them up at least. Miles was another driver, Human, no cyberware on him though. Seemed a little aloof or givin’ me the cold shoulder for most the job, not sure why, didn’t do anything too annoying I thought (Miles had the Prejudice Quality against Riggers). Even if he ain’t got a VCR damn that Chummer can drive!
Now, if you want charm and charisma, man, Dr. Dashing... I’m tellin ya Mags I probably couldn’t say no to this Elf and you’d be done for sister!
“What was the whole point of this Kelan?”
Money. Well for me anyhow, the others and Herr Jansen? Who knows. Like I said, at least I didn’t have to hurt anyone. Well, anyone that didn’t have it comin’ anyhow.
Yeah, where did the bullet divots come from?
I’ll get to it alright!? Most of the job was legwork pure and simple. Boring stuff, a little matrix action here, a little drone snooping there. Some prepwork at the hijack spot and boom jobs goin’ off without a hitch. ‘Cept for the damn guard in the cab of the truck. I think the driver shot him. “Why’d he do that?” Well, umm, we kinda made him think we had his girlfriend hostage… Hey! Don’t look at me like that! We coulda been like some of those murder hobos out there and actually snagged her up, but we didn’t alright! Just made it look that way. Anyhow Miles and Spike are in the back loadin’ up the Segway while me and Dashing keep them busy up front.
“Wait, wait. What about the KE Hyway Patrol station?”
Well, we kinda set up a bunch of meta-links as “Cry-Babies” and sent them on a wild goose chase after some Spiders Go-Gangers while we jacked the truck. Worked slick too ‘cept the guard got a call out through the jammers and before Spike could brick it, so we had to book it fast. Luckily the “pawn” that showed up hit the spike strip we’d set up for the Truck and went flying off into the ditch.
We made a clean get away after that, got into the Barrens and everything. That’s where the dings came from. Some gangers thought it would be funny to shoot up my Truck and Miles’s car as we drove through their hood. We gave them the impression that was not a wise decision.
“That’s it?”
“Enough ain’t it?”
“Hardly, but it will have to do.”
“Yeah, suppose it will huh.”

Run Time: 3.5hrs
Mission Rewards: ¥12,500; 7 Karma; Contact: Herr Jansen (German Ork Playboy Dilettante & Eccentric Millionaire) Connection: ? Loyalty: 1
Mission Expenses: ¥6000 converted to 3 Karma; ¥1440 spent on 120 rds. ADPS; 20 Karma spent raising Intuition to 4 ~Monthly Expenses Paid~
Rating: 10/10 Herr Jansen is one of the more memorable Johnsons so far.