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The Kindness of Strangers 1 of 2

Stranded in hostile territory and collecting enemies by the second, the Shadowrunners turn to people you can’t exactly call “contacts” for help.

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6 comments on “Shadowrun: Prime Ep 8 part 1 of 2

  1. Sam says:

    Loved the episode! It’s always nice to see the crew forced into the “normal” world of corporate sponsorship, family drama, and mariachi bands.

  2. Sean Brutcher says:

    I can’t be the only one who thought John Kim Lee had “Wield Vehicles” as a skill?

  3. CallmeIshma3l says:

    Love these, can’t wait for more, but got to say: You think killing one makes you Griffendoor? We don’t even know you can take a Raven’sclaw.
    Just cause you got one Slytherwin doesn’t make you Huffletough.
    …..I’ll show myself out.

  4. MDMann says:

    This makes me think on the back stories of the other characters. I can see it now:

    Kim Jon Lee looks around the bodega, he’s currently helping his uncle. He’s the one with a legit job. A busted triscreen plays in the corner. It only plays one channel, but it’s the only place on the block he can catch the Atzlan soaps and comedies it constantly plays. Later he’ll go home to his family. It’s small as orcs go, his three sisters have whelped only six kids between them. Ones that survived anyway. His younger sister is pregnant. Her boyfriend has moved in with them. There’s two brothers living with them, one with his girlfriend and their two kids. It’s his mum that really holds it all together ever since dad’s troubles. She does oddjobs, laundry, cleaning anything she can get. He kicks some garbage aside as he sets off home, a rat scurrying away. Jon dives at it, meat! But misses. Scraping himself in the refuse he spots a battered pistol, a beat up predator tossed from some crime. He’s eleven years old. Slowly, he picks it up and awkwardly checks the clip. It has one round left …

    Cut scene, to:

  5. MDMann says:

    Dailku waited excitedly in the hallway, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid as Christmas approached. It was just him and his dad now, since his elder brother had left the year before to join the marines. There were picture’s of him hung on the wall, the two of them with their proud parents beaming out for his passing out parade. Daiku was the only one not in uniform. Add worked as a clerk on base and his mother had gotten leave for her posting to be there. It was the last time they were all together as a family. He’d just gotten his basketball scholarship and looked uncomfortable in a suit. He was so happy. Though his brother couldn’t join them, mum’s tour was over and she was due home any day now. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Daiku rushed to open it. Outside were two in in ceremonial dress. They bore a telegram and looked sombre…

    Cut scene, to:

  6. MDMann says:

    A kid comes in from the cold, throwing his satchel into the corner of the corridor, books spilling from it haphazardly. He thumps up to his room as the roomba behind him starts to tidy away his litter. A crumpled note is with the litter. Granik scowls as he passes the mirror his blazer awry. A bell rings as he stumps down to dinner. As he goes into the dining room one of the savants takes his jacket. He barely notices. As he sits down to eat his mother asks how his day was? Stuffing calamari into his mouth, he mutters something unintelligible. The trideo rings and the same servant goes to answer as his little sister walks in, smiling sweetly. She’s just been accepted into the dressage team. his father comes in and sits contentedly at the head of the table, putting his newsflimsy to one side. The seeing ork passes the call to his father, who looks irritated. It’s Graniks prepschhol calling. Apparently, he’s skipped gymclass again. He forgot his kit. Again. However, this morning his mother watched the maid pack it in his bag. Yet, it’s now neatly in his room. Life’s so unfair.

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