Craston "Rat" Sanchez is a new shadowrunner who finds himself in the middle of a run gone bad. Firefly, a celebrity hacker among shadowrunners is dead and Rat made it out unscathed. Now he has to keep his friends safe while attempting to discover who set up his run to fail.

Meine kleine Einführungsgeschichte meines Shadowruncharakters. One-shot soweit ich nicht zu mehr angehalten werde.

Someone put a hit on Dixie and her team and stole the merchandise that she promised to deliver. Now the hacker's rep is on the line, she has to find the merchandise and steal it back. Trick is…she has no idea what the merchandise is or who stole it.

Responses to a series of 10 prompts synthesized from the classic list of 20 character-development questions. (Written in-character, except the first one.) Featuring Rake, a 50-year-old elf sharpshooter/face-man with a law degree and a checkered past. Standard disclaimer: Shadowrun ain't mine, Rake is.

This is a series of short in-character responses to various aspects of life in the Sixth World that were discussed on our Shadowrun group's mailing list. The character doing all the talking here is Rake, a 50-year-old elf sharpshooter/face-man with a law degree and a checkered past. Standard disclaimer: Shadowrun ain't mine, Rake is.

Another warstory from the perspective of Smoky, the Trickster shaman, this time about rendering assistance to "colleagues" in a jam. Standard disclaimers: Shadowrun ain't mine, Smoky is, and all the other characters are creations belonging to my friends.

A warstory about a job involving the "recovery" of "key assets", told from the perspective of Smoky, a Salish shaman who follows Trickster and worked as a smokejumper before running the shadows. Standard disclaimers: Shadowrun ain't mine, but Smoky is, and all the other characters are creations belonging to my friends.

A warstory about an extraction in the wilderness just past the NAN border, written from the perspective of street-smart smuggler Bootleg. Standard disclaimers: Shadowrun ain't mine, but Bootleg is, and all the other characters are creations belonging to my friends.

A warstory about a retrieval job from a high-security location, as told by the team's scruffy tech-head Junkyard, a former UCAS scout who "rescued" his buddy Rascal the cyberdog from the experimental program that made them who they are today. Standard disclaimers: Shadowrun ain't mine, but Junkyard and Rascal are, and all the other characters are creations belonging to my friends.

First in an all new series. A simple smash and grab turns out to be anything but for a new shadowrunner in New Orleans.

I'm a ten year veteran of wet working, both for the government and in the shadows. It took one run, a little persuasion, and a whole heap of luck. I thought I saw the real world, working the shadow scene. Oh how wrong I was... **Rated T for language, but subject to change.**

A simple job for a group of runners.

The second story in the Bug City Chronicles. The quarantine is lifted and several residents of the CZ are getting out while the getting is good. Nick and Rusty prepare to lead a convoy of refugees from the Haymarket Nation to a checkpoint in the north and hopefully to a better life outside the Zone. Author's Note: The first story in the series is posted but rated M.

A young shaman takes a job from a pretty corporate Johnson. What could possibly go wrong?

A glimpse into the gritty world of Shadowrun, where everyone has an angle and no one is who they seem.

This is a new and improved version of my very first fan fiction story. A story of life in the Redmond Barrens from the view of Orks and one very strange Elf. Like there are normal Elves. Read and Review. I have a lot more for these characters on the way. Please let me know if you want to hear more about them. Cliffhanger alert. Disclaimer: I do not own the Shadowrun world.

A junior executive learns what it means to be Mr Johnson.

A short story about a poker game and its consequences set in the bleak world of Shadowrun Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Shadowrun, they lie with Catalyst or someone else, but not me.

Was würde passieren wenn ein Mensch aus der Prä-Shadowrun-Zeit auf einmal im Jahr 2053 auftaucht? Die Story spielt zur Zeit von Shadowrun 3.01d! Disclaimer: Shadowrun gehört Catalyst Games oder FASA oder wem auch immer aber nicht mir! Rating M um sicher zu sein!

Ich habe diesen Text zu einer Figur geschrieben die ich bei Shadowrun 4.0 gespielt habe. Abwohl ein paar Leute drüber geguckt haben denke ich nicht, dass alle Fehler korrigiert sind... sry

A series of one-shots exploring one of my original RP characters, Feral.

A topflight assassin doesn't usually do pro bono work. Sometimes however a point has to be made.

Hired by a mage the unnamed warrior finds himself in Scotland in the midst of something rather more mystical than any self respecting razor likes. I wrote this for fun because I was inspired by an old ballad.

A new Shadowrun team is hired for a search and rescue job for a wayward sibling. What initially appears to be a straightforward job, evolves as they investigate. Their search of a poor corner of Renton unearths a twisted force hiding in plain sight.

Sometimes a run can go perfectly according to plan and there will still be fallout. After a clean run by Burn and his crew, he is reminded of the hazards of his line of work.