Saturday, October 27, 2012

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IV: Rolling Towards Trouble

34 Spring, 1926

The Neil Motor Works Wagoneer bus bounced about on the old road, steadily putting distance between the passengers and their last stop. After the confines of the van in Port Arthur, the seven passengers had naturally spread out amongst the ten rows of old burgundy, barnaby-hide benches. Lyta was in the back, ostensibly watching for pursuers, though they had not seen another vehicle in an hour and the plume of dust kicked up by the oversized people carrier meant she was staring into an amorphous cloud of iron-rich sienna dust.

Vulpei crept up to her and picked up the conversation that had been dropped earlier, about Lyta's childhood aspirations. "Do you find it interesting that of all the things you chose to tell me in full honesty earlier today, you chose to tell me your dreams? I could hardly imagine a more personal piece of your soul to share."

Lyta shrugged. "It was a long time ago. And most of the stuff we've done recently, I can't tell you. Well, I could, but I'd have to lie. And I suck at lying."

Friday, October 26, 2012


Things just keep getting stranger and stranger for Our Heroes (tm). The latest development: working on a team with people who hate us and would not be adverse to killing us, for a man whom SecBuro suspects (probably rightfully) of being an assassin, while paying for at least part of it out of our own pockets.

Strange times, people. Very strange times.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VI: With friends like these...

They might have made an eye-catching couple to a casual observer, the way they sat across from each other at the small table, leaning in conspiratorially. Their faces illuminated by a single candle, he was handsome and she was beautiful.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VI: A Rough Day

33 Spring, 1926
13:15, Barnaby Gym

"I'm sorry, love, but we can't help you."

Lyta scowled. "Nothing? Martial arts, boxing, wrestling... nothing?"

"We're a gym, dear, not a dojo." The woman behind the desk gave a perfunctory apologetic smile, as though she had a thousand more important things to do, and at the top of the list was filing her nails.

In fact, Lyta had discovered that there were no dojos on the Strip. The Strip was for tourists, and tourists, for the most part, did not come to Port Arthur for the fighting. So while there were gyms aplenty, Lyta had yet to find anywhere she could punch someone and not get put in lockdown. Which was a shame, because she very, very much wanted to punch someone.

She took a deep breath and tried again. "Really nothing? Nothing at all?"

The woman behind the desk was wearing too much makeup. She pursed her crimson lips and let her nails tap over the schedule. Lyta wondered how she'd managed to find a job at a gym in the first place – she looked like a light breeze could snap her in half.

"Well," she said at last, drawing out the word for a full three seconds, "we do have a self-defense course starting in forty-five minutes. There's still a few slots open." She looked up from her papers, clearly uninterested in whether Lyta chose to sign up or not.

Lyta ground her teeth and pulled out her credit chit. "Fine," she grumbled. "How much?"

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter V: Epilogue

26 Spring 1926, SNS server 146, Prince Gable
A time-delayed subroutine activated on the server. Three files recorded over a season ago set on a 7-day delay were triggered, and automatic delivery systems conveyed them to their destinations. 

‘Hey guys. There’s no easy way to say this, but if you’re hearing this recording then I’m dead.’

Friday, October 19, 2012


In Port Arthur, everyone's got an angle. Including us. Especially us. Last night's session saw Our Heroes (tm) attempt to figure out the logistics for breaking into the diamond mine prison to rescue Katchelli. Our contacts were surprisingly, disappointingly helpful. And all we had to do to keep us busy in the meantime was beat off Katchelli's fembots, who seemed to have an unhealthy interest in Lyta...

Friday, October 12, 2012


Party time! A night of dancing, drinking, and domineering! And it was all going so well, too, right up until Lyta's dancing partner apparently murdered the local head of the SRID, right under SecBuro's nose...

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