Fixer (Networking), Connection 6 (Public)
Commonly Rolled Dicepools: Networking: 25, Etiquette 25, Negotiation 17, Con 15, Intimidation 14
HE. IS. THE REAL MCCOY!
Up and coming youngster from Redmond's been blowing all kinds of hot air, only getting by in virtue of his decent ability as an Awakened, he is out to make fat stacks of cash and make friends in high places. Whenever you meet with the young Seattle-born brat, he'll assure you, he isn't all that now...but this is all a great investment that will pay off like hell in your future. He assures you. What could go wrong?
Special Power: BFF: At loyalty 5, McCoy's loyalty can't be reduced except by betrayal.
Skills: Negotiation 8, Ettiquete 8, Con 6, Intimidation 5
Has cool resolve and wears a Berwick Suit.
Knowledge Skills: Bars and Clubs 4, Law Enforcement 4, Drugs 4, Organized Crime 2
Ork, 20. Located in Redmond.
|Action||What the Contact Does||Cost|
|Legwork (Knowledge Skills)||Rolls their appropriate knowledge skill||Free for legwork contacts; 1 chip otherwise.|
|Legwork (Asking Around)||Extended Test: Connection + Charisma [Social + Connection]. You can substitute an appropriate knowledge skill for Charisma, at the GM's discretion||1 for legwork contacts; 2 chips otherwise.|
|Networking||Connection + Etiquette + Charisma [Social + Connection]. The threshold is the target NPC's connection rating. Even on a success, you might only meet with a subordinate.||Free for networking contacts; 2 chips otherwise.|
|Gear||Negotiation + Charisma [Social + Connection] vs. Availability. Add Gear contacts' Connection to gear in their specialty.||Free for gear contacts getting gear in their specialty; one chip otherwise.|
|Services||Rolls their appropriate active skill or uses their special ability. If the contact can assume teamwork, it will be reflected in the contact's common pools (this is common for service contacts).||1 chip for service contacts; two chips otherwise. This gets you up to eight hours of safe work.|
|Favors|| Variable. All contacts can do favors, but a contact won't do you a favor whose rating exceeds their loyalty.
|Chips equal to the favor's rating.|
(You can always pay a contact the equivalent nuyen for a service instead of chips.)
|Hours of Downtime||Loyalty|
Owned By: User:AfroNin
Real McCoy, Real Suffering
“Do you think you’re crazy?” Castellano asks me during a dinner party at an expensive fish restaurant in a Downtown highrise. He is an enigma of the shadows. Knows practically everyone, prefers to be alone whenever he isn’t attending one of these events, but he’s still such a natural! What scares me even more is that Castellano is pretty small-fry compared to all these other folk in the room right now. Half of them aren’t even from Seattle. The other half? Shadow superstars that I’ve grown up thinking of as idols, and I’m sure some runners would commit terrorism for them to have their jobs vetted by them.
“Hello? Anyone in there?” Castellano prods… Oh shit! I was so busy thinking that I forgot to think of an answer! Why did he even ask this? I already forgot what the initial conversation was about… Why am I even here… Alright, just freestyle something, McCoy. “Me? Crazy? Of course! The Real McCoy doesn’t half-ass shenanigans.” I blurt out, trying to keep my cool. Does he eat it? Oh no, he totally doesn’t. He glares at me, I can’t tell if angrily or just in confusion, then we’re back to eating the like third entré. Or is this already the main dish? I don’t know but it tastes terrible. I think I’m gonna be sick. Everyone else in the room seems to be amused by what I said, like they noticed some sorta extra layer that I didn’t think of when I said the thing I said. Ghost fuck!, now I got Castellano thinking that I ‘won’ that exchange! Should I be happy or incredibly scared?! How did this entire high life insanity even start...
It must have started with the crazy jobs Mono accidentally reeled in. When I got to oversee that ridiculous Brackhaus job. And then another one. Then, and this is some shit I’ll never be able to tell anyone else, Redcrow’s mom actually comes over to my place to give me advice on which people will be offering jobs, and which of those I shouldn’t give to my runners. Mama Crow, bigwig from out of Sioux Nation, playing Fixer-sensei with some Barrens rat! It worked like a freaking charm, man. All those jobs? They tanked. Runners dead, people in prison, terrorist attempts, so much crazy fucking drek I couldn’t believe it. First I thought she was to blame but then I started discussing that kind of stuff with some of the other Fixers that commended me on my good eye and nah, no way that woman had a hand in those jobs just being bad news.
So we started from the bottom now we here. Stable of reliable runners, all kinds of people telling you what’s good and what’s bad about any bounty or Johnson, and suddenly I don’t even need to do anything anymore. I just need to be the guy with the connections. And I’m so way in over my head. How the frag am I gonna make Castellano happy again? Wait, why is he smiling? Did I just spend so much time thinking that he just talked to me again and I… oh no, I stared at him idly, didn’t I? He’s… O-OK. Well the timing of my pretend-embarrassment couldn’t be better because I really need to go puke all this real nonsoy food up.
Yup, I’m so stupid that I’m smart again.
Welcome to the life. Of the Real McCoy.