#36 Precinct - A Cyberpunk NCPD story
(Author's note: this story is set in the Cyberpunk world, created by William Gibson and made into a gaming system by Talsorian Games. All technical information regarding weapons, equipment, drugs and character types can be found in the Cyberpunk rulebook, as well as the Hardwired sourcebook. This is an original story that I was gonna run as an RPG on the Gaming board, but I can't fight the urge to actually write down my own view of what kind of campaign this would've been like. I hope you all enjoy it. Also, please forgive any short entries, as my computer access is sporadic at best).
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A stack of files and random paperwork lay on Captain Ruis Esteban's desk. It took only 2 days in his new position as Chief of Night City#36 Police Precinct for him to be swamped with a workload that would've taken weeks to pile up back East. Taking a sip from what passed for coffee in this place, Esteban sat back in his chair and pondered his approach to the meeting that was to begin in a few minutes.
It was an event that would shape the battered precinct into something better. Indeed, if it didn't, the Combat Zone would get that much bigger and the good Captain just couldn't have that. Directly in front of him, a veritable shining beacon on the otherwise cluttered mess of his desk, were 6 dossiers that belonged to the people he would meet shortly. These six would HAVE to do. The department was severely short-staffed as it was, so hiring policies had loosened, but this was the problem. Cops would become corrupt by the street too easily, and would take all the precinct's knowledge into the hands of the very people Esteban hoped to keep docile: the inhabitants of Combat Zone Epsilon, one of the largest slums in Night City. Day in and day out, gunshots, screams and general panic could be heard easily from that god-forsaken place. #36 Precinct was located to the east of the sector, while Corporate neighbourhoods hugged the western edge. Well-paid corp guards always managed to keep the rabble of their grounds, which just made them push east even more savagely. Esteban sighed deeply.
Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was time to meet the rookies. Some were fresh out of the academy, some were dumped here by their respective, disgruntled captains and one had even requested a transfer here! This would be a most interesting afternoon...
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A plan is just a list of things that don't happen.
Last edited by Bob Biter; 12-28-2003 at 11:15 PM..
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