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Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

As orks went, Van Hauser wasn't a bad looking guy. His skin was a little clearer of dermal deposits than a lot of orks though he was showing signs of age. While he was only in his thirties, for an ork that was getting up there and Van Hauser had already invested in some basic cybernetics just to keep up at work. His short, military style haircut would have hid any grey that crept into his black hair, if there had been any. Like most orks he had broad shoulders and a heavily muscled body. For the most part he looked completely natural short of the datajack port just behind his temple. Even his cyber eyes had a realistic look, modeled after his original eyes. Each day started the same way for David Van Hauser. He got up and left his apartment before driving in to the 75th Lone Star Precinct in Redmond. Once there he got fresh coffee going for the other people coming in to relieve the third watch. Then he worked out in the gym before showering and getting into his uniform. For the last four years he had taken to wearing form fitting body armor under his usual patrol armor. It was an extra layer of protection that was needed on the streets of Redmond. The gangers were getting better armed every day and Van Hauser liked going home alive. That day would be a little different, though. The suits had decided that he was to be assigned a new partner, a rookie, that he would have to break in himself. It had been years since he had played the part of a field training officer and Van Hauser wasn't looking forward to it. Standing in front of his locker he stared at the neatly organized shelves for a moment as he sighed, mentally preparing himself for the day. Grabbing the heavy armored jacket and his helmet, Van Hauser closed the locker and made his way to the briefing room still very much lost in his own thoughts. He had been told that his rookie had shown a lot of promise in orientation and again while at the academy. None of that meant anything to him, Lone Star officers cut their teeth on the streets not in training. Nothing could prepare an officer for gangers armed with flame throwers, summoning angry elementals to attack you, or rooms full of people zoned out on BTL chips. She would learn soon enough, and hopefully she'd learn fast enough that she didn't get them both killed. As he stepped into the cramped briefing room and squeezed through the rows of simple desks, Van Hauser nodded to Lieutenant Alvarez the watch manager. Alvarez had come up through the ranks, starting out a patrolman and managing to survive through round after round of promotions. A human man of Aztec decent, a cyber arm and a slew of scars were reminders of his time in the barrens. Where's my rookie? Van Hauser asked. She should be in any time. I think someone said she was changing. The Lieutenant answered. Other officers started filing in as Van Hauser buckled his duty belt and holstered his weapon. He had been there longer than most and had grandfathered in with the Browning Max Power rather than the lighter pistols they were issuing the newer recruits.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Her fingers danced around the golden ring, wondering what to do with it. The metal band rested on the ring finger of her right hand, but Sara ended up leaving it there, even if it could come to a disadvantage, she didn't want to get rid of it. After all, criminals on the streets would use anything to get to you. She sighed, brushing her red hair back, continuing getting ready. Sara had recently cut it to keep her locks just above her shoulders in a comfortable length, even if her husband liked it longer, it was starting to become a nuisance even when tied on a ponytail. The standard issue armored jacket was so bulky that it perfectly covered her ample chest, making the woman appear bulkier than she really was. Maybe with time she would decide for something more discreet, but it wasn't as she could afford much better, not now. Sara was barely wired beyond the most basic connectors, so she was wearing a pair of glasses over her grass green eyes that could feed her the information she needed. Besides that and her standard uniform all tidied up, she was looking precisely as what she was, the greenest of rookies out there. Just arriving at the precinct had been unnerving, as it was far from being a civilized place, but if she would be easily scared she wouldn't be doing the job at all and would end up being a suit like her husband. Not that it had anything wrong but she wanted something else, something more. With abilities that made her top the charts and an attitude to match, Sara had been soon the center of the wrong kind of attention, that far from wanting her to get experience slowly, had destined her to hell. She secured the armored jacket one more time, making sure it was properly fastened, then adjusted the standard Ruger Thunderbolt heavy pistol to her waist. It was almost a sign that she was finally a real Lonestar agent, but little did she know that most agents had a variety of favorite guns and that rarely carried just one. Sara sighed before closing the locker, finally picking a couple of fingerless gloves with taser palms just in case. They had the advantage of covering the ring on her right hand, but sure that wasn't the main reason for wearing them. In case they needed extra gear to take down one of those razorguys or ghouls she had been hearing about, the car sure was equipped for it. Finally ready she headed out, finding the unmistakable look of her new partner. Sara didn't know much about him but a general description of his looks and even less about his character, so she could only hope for the best. Prim and ready, she stood at attention in front of him. Sara O'Halloran ready for service, sir she introduced herself. Sara liked to keep her maiden name, as having her husband's would seem odd and could raise questions about how ready she was to serve.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser sized the rookie up with a long look. She was pretty and that would create it's own challenges out on the streets. People would say anything to try and set an officer off and all the usual demeaning bullshit would likely be waiting for her. Another problem was how new her gear looked. It was obvious how new she was and that too would be used against her. Working the streets in Redmond was like swimming in shark infested waters. The more you could do to make yourself not seem like prey the safer you were. Morning, I'm Van Hauser. He finally said after a long awkward pause. Take a seat and we'll see where we're patrolling today. Van Hauser quickly added. The morning brief was about to start and the Lieutenant would be handing out the assignments for the day. If they were lucky they'd get Touristville where she could get her feet wet without getting shot at the first day on the job. Alright everyone, take a seat. Alvarez said stepping behind a modest, slightly beat up podium. He ran through the assignments and Van Hauser tensed a bit when Touristville was given away early on. His car was 13X which meant his assignment was always the last one called. When the Lieutenant did finally give them their assignment it wasn't good. Thirteen X-Ray, you'll be taking the rookie to the Rat's Nest. There was a look shared between Alvarez and Van Hauser that took the place of an entire argument. Van Hauser relented and as the Lieutenant continued to talk about the company's newest initiatives, Van Hauser spoke quietly to O'Halloran. Okay, so it's going to be a rough day. Are you from Seattle or did they ship you in?
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

As her partner was giving her the once over and then some, Sara made the effort to stay still and not say a word. She looked at him trying to get a read of his eyes, trying to find contempt or anger, pity or scorn, but she couldn't garner any information from his eyes beyond resignation. Good morning she managed to answer once Van Hauser spoke, sounding a bit startled. It's not like she had lived sheltered and never saw an ork, but considering the social circles she moved in, most of her friends were either human or elf, and now she had a partner that looked like twice her size. Yes sir she quickly said, not wanting to get on the bad side of her partner on the first day, sitting down as soon as she could, awaiting for the briefing. With lieutenant Alvarez giving away the assignments, Sara paid more attention to Van Hauser than to the podium, as she was nowhere near aware of how things went there, nor in any real precinct for that matter. Once Alvarez talked about a rookie, Sara turned towards the podium, as there was no other rookie there but her, and there seemed to be some kind of tension in the air she couldn't quite map. Rat's Nest wasn't the name of a pleasant place, but perhaps it was on those kind of places where she could start to make a difference, even if Van Hauser didn't seem that positive. We'll manage, sir Sara whispered. I may be green, but I'm tough she said with a nod. I don't know the city though, I'm from Chicago and moved recently she explained. It was just recently that her husband had been reallocated there, just before she had ended her training, so she just followed suit. He wasn't particularly happy of her calling, so things would be less tense if she just tended to agree on other things to compensate. Will we need more firepower? she wondered, being an amazing shot in the academy she was eager to prove herself, even if she still didn't have to fire against any person yet.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Green but tough. That worried Van Hauser in a way. Confidence was good but the streets had a way of smacking your right in your confident face. Van Hauser nodded his head and gave her a quick smile. It was probably better to not shit all over her idealism within the first ten minutes of knowing her. Instead he ran through a checklist in his head of all the things they would need to square away before they went out into the Rat's Nest. It's the North Seattle Refuse Center. He explained to O'Halloran. It's one of the largest open air landfills in the world. It's also home to a few thousand squatters. Got it's name from all the rat shamans that hang out there. Van Hauser glanced at her jacket just to check and see if she was a company mage or not. He didn't see the runic mumbo jumbo those guys had on their coats so she was a regular officer like him. It's also got one of the worst crime ratings in Redmond. Her question about firepower wasn't lost on him. With the Rat's Nest you didn't have to worry about heavy hardware but even a simple .22 caliber could kill you. It was the number of cheap, junky guns shooting at you that could become the issue. We need to stop by the armory and pick up some 227's. Also, I don't care if you don't wear a helmet here...but you'll put it on before we leave and you don't take it off until the end of your watch. Copy that? Van Hauser said authoritatively.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Tall, tough Van Hauser turned out to be capable to smile, and it wasn't a bad look on him. Sure, his ork features made the smile look a bit goofy, but it softened his otherwise intimidating look. It wasn't entirely honest, that much Sara was capable of reading, but at least it could be a good start. She was painfully aware that no veteran liked to babysit a rookie, who would? Van Hauser's briefing about the place brought her into focus. Rat shamans? Fuck Sara uttered, disgusted by the thought. It wasn't like she had something with magic, or that's what she would say if answered, but it unnerved the hell out of her. And one of the worst crime rates? Sara echoed, looking a bit down. That didn't sound like the place you patrolled, weeding out the criminals one by one, dismantling their operations to keep the public safe. Rat's Nest sounded like a place you torched and let it burn until there was only ashes to sweep under the rug. Yes sir Sara nodded, no doubt she was going to wear a helmet. And if it was within budget she'd drive a freaking tank around that place. At least they were going to pick up more extra firepower from the armory. A reliable choice. The HK227 I mean, won't pack the punch of a larger rifle, but it won't let us down she commented, eager to serve, to be of use, to prove herself.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Alvarez was wrapping up the meeting and Van Hauser chuckled to himself as O'Halloran made her comment about the HK 227 like she was reading it from a textbook. The Lieutenant dismissed them and Van Hauser stood up and pulled his heavy jacket on and zipped it up. Okay, first we need to get those 227's from the armory. Then we'll get our Patrol One and head out. Our car is 13-Xray. If we're lucky third watch actually charged it up. The powerfully built ork grabbed his helmet and started for the armory expecting his charge to follow. Without looking at her he started talking again, Word to the wise if you get into it with a Rat shaman or really any magic user...if they summon spirits it's best to focus your fire on the summoner. Kill him and you should be good with the spirit. They usually vanish if you drop whoever called them. Van Hauser had seen rookies drop an entire magazine into a spirit wasting time and ammo for the most part. It was possible to take spirits down with physical attacks but it was usually a quicker fight going for the mage or shaman who summoned it. Also, in Redmond everyone is armed. You're going to see people carrying some pretty serious hardware. If you try to write someone up for banned firearms or carrying concealed you'll be shooting your way out of the barrens against better armed enemies...Oh, and you'll be surrounded in a flash. The barrens was it's own world. You had to show the streets respect and sometimes they'd show some respect back. Usually what that meant was that you had to fight fire with fire, play by their rules, know when to look the other way and when to push the issue. That would be the hardest part of her education. When they got to the armory, Van Hauser requested two HK 227's and signed them out before handing one to O'Halloran along with seven magazines of standard amunition. Go ahead and load a magazine into your weapon but keep it on safe until we get to the Patrol One. Copy that?
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser was infuriatingly hard to read, one moment he was all serious and the other got himself a chuckle out of her. Sara frowned, wondering what part of what she had said was so funny. Thirteen X-ray she repeated on her way to the armory. She would love driving the patrol vehicle around, but as she didn't know the city yet there was no chance she could manage without getting into a mess. There would be time for that, not being at the wheel would allow her to better look at their surroundings, absorb everything she could about the day to day job. Yeah, the academy training was quite insistent on certain rules of engagement Sara nodded, echoing Van Hauser's advice on magic users. She had only seen magic used in combat while training, so there was no way of telling how well she would react to a real threat, but she was ready to face the challenge. The next piece of advice rubbed her the wrong way, though. So we have to just look the other way? she huffed, visibly bothered. I don't mean to chase everyone that carries a concealed small weapon for defense, but they are running around with military gear and we just do nothing? she asked. Sara knew it could be a hard place and things were hardly simple, but she was feeling odd nonetheless. It's going to be a pain guessing when to enforce the law and when to ignore it Sara finished, clearly miffed. I'll need a helmet too she added, while Van Hauser was requesting weaponry on the armory. It was a snug fit, making glad that she had cut her hair so she had no trouble with it, but it still made the world feel muffled. Sara revised the submachine gun as it was handed to her, making sure that everything worked perfectly. She would normally want to dismantle and revise it herself, but they had hardly the time for that nor it was something to do in front of the quartermaster, as she would seem distrustful. For her it wasn't a matter of trust, just following the proper steps. Sara stored the magazines on the various pockets of her outfit, then loaded the last one, making sure that everything was fine, the safety was on and the gun pointed down the whole time. Ready Sara nodded, a bit more excited beyond her moody self after the talk the subtleties of law enforcement, following Van Hauser around like an eager puppy. She was finally going to hit the streets, to see some action, to uphold the law. Sure, the reality of it was weirder and subtler than expected, as the precinct wasn't as much a bunch of gunslingers that enforced justice on the wild west as a group of people that not only did what they could, but also were keenly aware of what they couldn't do. Sara, at least for the time being, wasn't as aware of those limits.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser could tell she was brooding over the news that they weren't paladins marching in to dispatch justice. It was more about keeping the peace and sometimes that meant not kicking the hornet's nest. It would probably be the truest test of whether O'Halloran would make it on the streets. Van Hauser's FTO had told him time and time again, pick your battles. Not to mention corporate would lose their heads if profitability took a hit due to cruisers being shot up or a chopper being shot down. Their next stop was the garage to get their Patrol One, a sort of armored sedan with computer controlled sensors. They were able to connect to the Grid Link systems is most people's cars and identify them relatively quickly. It would also bring up the owner's SIN and they were able to know everything about someone before they even stepped out of their cruiser. In the trunk was extra ammo, crime scene processing supplies, rain gear, and so on. A shotgun was locked in place between the driver's and passenger's seats but usually the shotgun was a joke. It was difficult to escalate with a shotgun when you were sometimes exchanging fire with gangers armed with military grade assault rifles. When Van Hauser and O'Halloran got to their car the big ork popped the trunk and secured the HK 227's and gave a quick run down of where everything was in the trunk to his new partner. This was the boring part of the job that had to be done. He also explained the process of inspecting the car at the beginning of each shift and walked her through how they'd do a follow up inspection at the end of their shift. Once all of that was out of the way he told her, I'll drive tonight but tomorrow I'll let you take the wheel. Just pay attention to the routes I take. Making a wrong turn in the Rat's Nest can mean having to call a wrecker to pull your cruiser out of waist deep mud. That said, he got into the Patrol One and fired up the engine. So... Van Hauser started to speak, sounding more casual than he had been thus far. What did you do before this? As he asked his question, the ork pulled the cruiser out of the garage and started heading for the 203 north.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Nice... Sara circled around the car, grazing it with the tip of her fingers. It was all prepped up, with gear she thought it was more than enough, since she wasn't entirely aware of what they were facing. Planting her face against the glass, she peeked inside, looking at all that fancy police gear before Van Hauser called for her from the back of the car. Well, we seem to be a little police station of our own she said, looking at all the stuff on the trunk. It was out of need though, as it was expected of them to cover multiple tasks and sometimes be more versatile than one could foresee. It was a lot to take on the first day, inspections, routes, procedures... but at least Sara had a pretty good memory. As she sat on the passenger seat, Sara couldn't quite hide how excited she was. Van Hauser may have rained on her parade, forcing her to face the harsh reality of the task they were supposed to do, how much law they could afford to enforce, but it was still all she wanted to do. Being in that car, all the gear around her, the shotgun at her left, it felt almost unreal through the visor of the helmet, but it was there. She was in Lonestar. I will be able to drive tomorrow? Sara echoed, Van Hauser seemingly had added more fuel to the flames of her enthusiasm. It was a bit intimidating, but she had a whole day to get familiar with the area, and it wasn't like the next day she was going to be alone in the car. The ork's shift of tone as they started to move didn't go unnoticed, making Sara be glad that her partner wasn't all protocol and orders. There was a person under the gruff tone and uniform after all. I was mostly a student, bit of a housewife too Sara admitted. If she didn't trust her partner, who was she going to trust? We married young, and since he has a steady job, I could get ready for what I wanted she continued, her grateful expression partially obscured by the helmet. He's busy most of the time, and he'd largely prefer I didn't risk my well being like this, but... she sighed. I had to do it added, determined. She was indeed very young and inexperienced, sharing that part of her life just like that, feeling safe there.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

RE Shadowrun Lone Star Sigr Dr Herbert West She seemed young to already have a background as a housewife but some families were more traditional than others. It was a weird time they were living in. Cultures were clashing all the time, old and new, ancient and contemporary. Van Hauser figured he would have to find out why she married so young another time. Perhaps when they were a little more comfortable with each other. College was a good thing though. It meant that she at least had an education. Illiteracy in the sprawl was an epidemic and it was sad to say that some of their officers learned to read during their training with Lone Star. It also told him that she came from a working class family at the very least and not some street family. O'Halloran would likely need to learn street culture and he'd make it a point to talk to her about those things. I understand his concerns. Van Hauser started to say. The risks were real. Gangers loved to take out Lone Star and gods forbid they ever encounter actual shadowrunners. Runners would kill Lone Star in a heart beat and usually had the hardware to do it in a flash. But I'm glad you're here. You've got a lot to learn but with the way things go around here we need all the people we can get. Van Hauser paused for a few moments as he got onto the 203, merging into traffic easily. I'm Seattle born and raised. Grew up here in Redmond, figured I'd try to make things better rather than join a gang. Left the barrens when I was younger and joined Lone Star. Besides gathering scrap metal it's the only job I've ever had. There were plenty of orks in gangs that Van Hauser used to call family. He'd cut ties with a lot of his family years ago. There wasn't any drama, they just stopped talking to each other. A few of them thought that having family in Lone Star would mean favors and get out of jail free cards. That wasn't the case and they didn't appreciate it.