Shadowrun: Street Legends Supplemental - Title

You know what? I need to get something off my chest. I’ve
been here for three years now, and I’m sick of the abuse. I’m sick
of getting picked on because I don’t know a bunch of so-called
famous shadowrunners from a zillion years ago, or don’t know
some rockers whose fame dried up before I was born, or don’t
know the ins and outs of “Bug City” or Lagos or wherever. You
assholes give me shit because of my age and question everything
I post here. And worst of all, most of you think I simply don’t
belong here. Especially you, Bull. And you, Slamm-0! Fuck you
both. I saw the shit you were spewing about me in your little
“private chatroom” last month.
> Hey now! not cool, hacking our chats like that! You really should
> Slamm-0!
>
> Bull
> /dev/grrl, did you just squelch Bull and Slamm-0! so they can’t post?
Slamm-0!’s cussing up a storm right now!
> netcat
> Yeah. teach those fuckers to whine about me.
> /dev/grrl
> Impressive. I didn’t think anyone would be able to do that with this code but
me. Still, don’t do that.
> FastJack
There’s a reason I’m here. ‘Jack thought I was good enough,
but apparently you guys think you know better than he does.
I’m sure both of you came out of the womb knowing everything
there was about shadowrunning. Oh, wait. That’s right, I’ve read
your bios. You were both idiot newbs once upon a time, too.
And from the looks of it, it’s a fucking miracle you ever survived
long enough to collect your first payday. I got mine when I was
thirteen years old, you douchenozzles. I think I’ve earned a little
respect just for that.
> I was starting to wonder how long you were going to put up with Bull and
Slamm-0!’s antics. Good for you, young lady.
> Winterhawk
But, since that’s apparently not good enough, I decided to
do something else. I’m just a corp brat, sitting in the safety of
my corp enclave, using mommy and daddy’s credsticks to play
games in the Matrix, right? Fuck that. I took a little trip, and
did something that people have been trying to do since before
I was born.
I tracked down and captured Kane. The Billion Dollar Man,
if you add up the bounties on his ass.
Kane
POSTED By: /DEV/GRRL
That’s right, you old geezers. I didn’t use JackPoint, I didn’t
use daddy’s corporate blood-money, and I didn’t do it sitting at
my desk. I did my homework, did my research, did the legwork
that a good runner needs to do. I tracked him to a nightclub
down in New Orleans, where he was busy losing a small fortune
in a poker game. Came up behind him, put a gun to his head,
and he was my little bitch.
Now, now, don’t get your panties in a bunch. I didn’t turn
him in for the bounty or anything. Not that it wouldn’t set me
up for life, but hell, I’m not in this for the money any more than
most of you are. I just wanted to prove I could do it. To myself,
and for some fucking reason to all of you. But let me tell you
something, I’m saving the picture my cybereyes took of his face
when he turned around and saw this little, itsy-bitsy girl in her
NeoNET school uniform holding a gun on him. It was priceless.
After that, we hung out, had a few drinks, and I finished cleaning
him out in five card stud. Turns out, he’s got no head for cards.
Especially after he’s had a few.
> *blink* now that’s impressive. I’ve been tempted to try and cash in his
bounty a couple of times, but Kane is good at covering his tracks.
> Riser
> now the real question is, kid, how many hired guns did you have with you?
Kane wouldn’t just roll over for one girl with a gun, no matter how big that
gun might be.
> Fianchetto
> Well, ok. I’ll admit that I wasn’t alone. I hired myself some local muscle once
I confirmed he was down in the Big Sleazy. of course, I wasn’t stupid enough
to tell them who he was, or else they’d have turned on me to grab the bounty
for themselves. I fed them some bullshit story about him being my long-lost
dad who ran out on my mom when I was little. It’s amazing how far some
little girl puppy dog eyes and a judicious amount of cred will get you.
> /dev/grrl
> that is indeed a lethal combination.
> thorn
Kane told me some interesting stories that night too. Most
of them you either know or can look up. He makes sure the news
reports get it accurate. Hell, there have been several made-fortrid
flicks based on his runs. Just don’t bring up that old action
movie, The Siberian Sting. Apparently the producers doublecrossed
him on that deal and he never saw any nuyen from it,
despite it being a major summer blockbuster back in ’68.
But there’s one story he shared that so far as I know, he’s
never told anyone. Maybe it was my guts in tracking him down,
maybe it was the fact that I had a dozen goons armed with highvelocity
rifles, or maybe it was just the booze talking. Whatever
it was, while we played cards, he told me about Kat. Not to be
confused with our own Kat o’ Nine Tales.
Kane
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