Well the crew made its goal and as promised, we split up the loot. We each walked out with about 65 lbs. of gold, plus a few other assorted goodies, including the device. Sam and Steve got an extra quarter share, since they were technically officers. We were celebrating our good fortune, when I spotted the guy in the duster we met in Seattle. I have no idea how he got here, but if he’s able to follow us from world to world, I want to avoid him. When I pointed this out to the rest of the group, everyone agreed. The device was ready, and we put it to use.
We were expecting to land back in the Car Wars world, but somebody must of messed with the device while we were busy pirating. Instead of Providence, we landed in someplace called Night City. It’s like something out of a bad Gibson knock off, gangs, street samurai, net runners, the works. We just missed landing in a trash dumpster, when we met this kid. She was a girl, about 12 or 13, and she claimed that she knew we were coming. It turns out that she’s some sort of precog. She had a vision of us helping her find her sister. OK, what the Hell, we got nothing better to do.
The girl’s name is Stephanie. She said that her sister went missing a couple of years back. The last time she saw her was when she escaped from something called the Tarsis Academy. The problem is that we’re in some sort of combat zone, and the Tarsis Academy is in the city proper. In order to get there, we need to come up with IDs. Before we can do that, we need to convert most of our gold into something less conspicuous. That’s going to require finding and making some contacts.
The other thing I noticed when we landed here is that my little friend is nowhere to be found. I have this sick feeling that she needs mana to survive, and this is a low mana zone. I hope she’s OK, but I don’t have any way to find out. I’m going to have to work on that.
We found a flop house to crash at. The lady who runs it seems nice and cooks well. I think Cory has a thing for her. We’ve been taking shifts, letting one of us stay here to watch the stuff, while the others look for contacts. It’s not a perfect system, but it beats schlepping around 65 lbs. of gold in an urban warzone. While wandering around, we ran into Christina, our thief friend from Callahan’s. She’s calling herself the Countess, and she hooked us up with a guy named Ink, who may be able to help us. While we were meeting with him, I spotted a woman who looks exactly like Caireann, but in full size. I chatted her up, and it turns out, she had a couple of equally good looking friends. We all seemed to hit it off, and a good time was had by all.