“Calling all Speed Tribes! “- Lasar
Speed Tribes - Staring “Player Characters”:
- Ezy Entry - Human Soldier
- Harrison Fulton - Quick Flex Operator
- Finky Snipcord - Gremlin EOD Specialist
- A$her Bla¢k - Human Information Broker
- Sulannus Phaedran - Elf Combat Mage
- Action Stan - Human Techno Warrior
- Atlan Neirsis - Lyn Srial Techno Wizard
- Raziz Kelraz - Troll Merc Soldier
- Hudson Blackwell - Dragon Mercenary
- Dr. Desmond Bradford - CS Contractor
- Zieja Kashbrook - CS Commando
- Erin Tarn - Rogue Scholar
When things in the Pecos Empire really heat up the Pecos Empire Mercenary Commander Lasar has many times called upon other mercenary outfits / companies to join him in large scale missions. The last major event was a invasion of Splougorth minions in the Gulf of Mexico and across the Texas Freelands.
Now Lasar has hired his comrade Hudson Blackwell to keep the CS at bay and out of Texas. Hudson in turn hires several mercenaries (The PC’s) who he is familiar with and trusts. The Original plan was to harass the contractors, hired by the CS, that are in Texas looking for oil. However, with news that Erin Tarn is in Texas and that some defectors from the contractors are selling information on a find, things have changed.
The Black Widow Tribe (gangers on bike, tread and hover) have captured the defectors and killed Erin's escort/friends who tried to free them. Erin Tarn has informed Hudson who it was that has the contractors, the Black Widows, but she doesn’t have their current location.
Blackwell will send the Speed Tribe he has assembled to rescue the defectors, get their information and keep Erin safe.
From there Hudson will see what the info is and decide what to do.
Hudson has told the Speed Tribe that Dr. Bradford will be betrayed and he will be mad undoubtedly, but too bad, Lasar and Hudson don’t like the CS and their anti-D-Bee ways.
Meeting Desmond Bradford
Hudson changes the meet site last minute to the Crossroads market. The Grinders Cafe in particular. The Snake Pit feels unsafe to the dragon. “The places seems jinxed.”
Assembled at various seats in the outdoor cafe the Player Characters await the arrival of the CS contractor.
Just before noon the cafe gets crowded with half a dozen more ruff looking types. All human. All looking ready for a fight. As out of place in the market as the Player Characters look. Undoubtedly CS contractors. As they make their way to seats, spread out as you all are, last in is a white woman and black man.
Zieja, the woman is dressed in unmarked CS armor, devoid of rank, painted jet black and with a black cloak escorts the young black man in basic black and gray Plastic Man Armor. As much as she looks ready to kill, he looks nothing like a fighter. Yet, his dark eyes lend to his devious nature. He looks just as dangerous in a cruel way. Dr. Desmond Bradford looks cunning and the man eyes the outdoor cafe taking in every person there.
Hudson sits at a central table, alone, nursing a fancy coffee. He ignores the human CS contractors as they enter only looking up when Bradford arrives.
Dr. Bradford frowns and sits down across from Hudson. The woman remains standing at his back, offset to his right a little.
Looking like he is about to invite the woman to sit Bradford cuts off Hudson with a raised hand and says: “No. I don’t like the last minute location change. But. Let’s do this. My employer says a group of Wasteland gangers calling themselves The Black Widows has my men and my data. As I mentioned in my vid-letter, I am offering 100k for the info and 20k per man rescued. If you fail to get the info I pay nothing.”
Bradford waits as Hudson nods.
Handing over a leather tube to Blackwell, Desmond goes on: “This map shows where these Black Widows jackasses are currently holed up. You should be able to do this job in a few days. I’ll be here. In three days. Bring me the data .... and the men if you can. Deal?”
Hudson’s bright smile spreads across his face.
“Of course Doctor. Three days. Thank you for the map.”
Dr. Desmond Bradford stands and turns away, walking out of the cafe and disappeared into the market. The woman followed, after flipping off Ezy and then blowing him a kiss. One by one the CS contractors leave the cafe until the Tribe is left alone with Hudson.
Blackwell holds onto the leather tube with a map inside and lightly chuckles. The dragon motions for everyone to come sit with him at his table.
“Two hours and Ms. Tarn arrives. Questions? You all vaguely know each other I assume. We all fought in the war vs the Splougorth.
Did any of you see all the propaganda plastered across town? Our fears that the CS are coming were real.”