I grew up in the Salish Shidhe council. In a small town called Ocean city in what
was Washington. My parents were both halfies from two different tribes. They met
in New York, my dad was a writer and my mom was a teacher. When the treaty of
Denver was signed they headed out there to get their own little peace of Native
American heaven.
It turned out to be more of the same shit. I grew up on a strict diet of education.
My parents believed I should head to U.C.A.S. for my education. I attended the
local high school; it was a constant propaganda about the beauty of nature and
watchful privatization. I went to the back to my parent’s home town, the
rotten bloody red apple, I went to hunter colleges computer engineering program.
In college I met Nikki, she was studying computer engineering. I was failing the
program horribly.
I started talking to her at first for help in tutoring, but then it became something
more. We were in lust, I’ll admit it now (and this has helped our relationship
a ton.)
For cash I would con one of the sports teams. My roommate Alexander and I would
fool the logic chips in the jocks skillwires.
After a while my relationship with Nikki hit the rocks. Neither of us would admit
it was about the sex. She was finishing school I was getting ready to drop out.
She had a nice cushy job waiting for her, I had a half baked cyberdeck and a way
to get pocket change from sports teams.
I dropped out and got a job as a bouncer at the Enigma. The pay sucked, I got
cursed and attacked more than the average Lone Star cop. That job was my opening
to the shadows. I was a halfie in Salish Shide so I learned how to run jump and
hide faster than most runners. At the Enigma I learned how to brawl with the best,
or most heavily drugged.
A local drug dealer saw me KO an orc rocking the Baldic the Barbarian beetle and
he decided I was a good person to hire. He gave me an offer as a courier. The
pay was better than the Enigma, but it still drek in the bucket. I accepted. The
work was easy, I never got stopped by NYPD inc. no one tried to brawl me for my
package. A month went past and I got paid. I did something both stupid and bright
at the same time. The drug dealer got a shipment of guns in. One caught my eye
an Ingram Smartgun. It looked so wiz I traded half my pay to get it. For the next
month I cursed myself, but I practiced shooting everyday.
I’m glad I did the next 2 months saw the highest amount of drug related
crime in years. The drug dealer insisted we all become spooks, and arranged to
have all of us lose our S.I.N.’s if we had one.
I caught flak everyday. Every ganger with a gun/knife/chain/table leg came after
me. I was glad to have the Ingram; it quickly became my best friend.
One day an explosion rocked the dealer’s place the authorities claimed it
was a drug lab gone wrong. What ever the reason it freed me from the dealer.
Now I work free lance. The corp war was ferocious in New York, there was and still
is a ton of work. I ended up in Seattle however. My mother had a heart attack
and I went out there to visit her. I was forced to drive and by the time I got
there I found out they were both killed by a drunk driver as they were leaving
the hospital.
There is ray of sunshine. Nikki is out here we’re on speaking terms after
a whole lot of admissions, work, my kind of work is plentiful out here. I’ve
become good friends with a fixer named barracuda, he just bought a club, its called
the Reef. He seems to be the man you talk to for anything. I’m keeping it
small time though, nothing large for this runner.
