I’m officially in over my head. And not just me this time but also my dear lovable and yet so annoying brother, Liam. I have no idea what it is with some Males who just ‘have’ to be Alpha. Well Liam has finally met his match in a young local Rigger who goes by Wedge. Wedge in both a figuratively and literal sense has a head too big for his shoulders. Some used Cyberware that is too large for him, but he says it’s his Control Rig. I can only shudder at the Essence loss for such a procedure.
Wedge is hilarious. He’s not the prettiest crayon in the box but he’s very eager to please. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Liam in such a hissy fit. Those two have such simalar personalities it’s both entertaining and annoying. Wedge was the one to come up with the idea to make a Gang…to replace the local one that Merlin’s Pride practically decimated. The idea is to clean up this area and to take it before some other less desirable ruffian crew move in.
The other members included Coffin Nail, an Ork and kind of old to be starting a Gang. He should be starting a family or at least be further along than he is. However he seems to know Wedge. Don’t ask me how Wedge, who’s seventeen, knows an Ork in his twenties. Said Ork is very blood thirsty and violent. There is also the Russian, Mr. Black. Unlike my brother Liam and Coffin Nail, Mr. Black seems to have a level head on his shoulders for a fighter. Then there’s the town fool…some homeless Mr. Clean wannabe. Chummer goes by the name of Wintex and likes to say he cleans this and that and makes alchohol, a roomate to Coffin Nail. Wintex apparently is some kind of Decker… He bough a Deck then asked Black to take care of it.
Anyhow we met at Mack’s place. Wedge pesters me every chance he gets but he’s more funny than grating. I try to be a voice of reason but it’s hard to reason when many are intoxicated with drugs and alchohol. I’ll admit I do use Psyche but I know it’s only for extreme situations like a job but I will not take enough willingly to get addicted. And besides 200¥ per does is expensive.
Liam and I need to make money to pay rent. Magic is expensive and I need to pay taxes. Corps want college educated but I can’t afford that right now. My Druid friends want me to have a bit more experience I guess and my Shamatic ways don’t quite fully blend in to their views on magic. I guess the formation of The Spectral Ryders is a good fit…for now I guess.
Our symbol’s a Unicorn. A skeletal undead flaming Unicorn. Wedge designed it himself. We also got a place. Coffin Nail broke a Window and between him, my brother, Wedge and Mr. Black, ended a Luitenant’s Reign of the gang formally here and chased the rest away. It would be a nice place if it could be cleaned up of the filth. Idiot Wintex wants to make a distillery/lab but those things are dangerously explosive.
Wedge gave me a space to make my Lodge. I want a lock, a good one. Apparently most of the Spectral Ryders love Hookers and Blow. Disgusting. And they bring this trashy filth to this place we need to clean up. We got free rides though; an Americar and some bikes all painted now. I wouldn’t mind the chance to kill some devil Rats and apply my studies. But I don’t want to do this forever. In fact it was…kind of forced on us in the form of being dropped on us. I’m sure Liam is thinking simalar to myself in wanting to get out as soon as possible and move somewhere else.
Myself my dreams are in restoring sections of New York to more vibrant Life as well as making a name for myself as a Fashion Designer. Sure I have to study but at least these people aren’t trying to bully me yet and are accepting of my Elf-ness. However telling me to go up to a bunch of unknown gangers to try to be friendly only then to tell me to get behind cover is kind of…..dumb. I know the term, ‘Geek the Mage’, I wear armor and a Gun but please I just wish people wouldn’t see me as a pushover. I’m more than just a pretty face.