At times, since this is a Shadowrun story, your going to get some violence.  A shadowrun game is typically rated R.  Last night you missed it -- it got really sexy really quick because one of the players used an Orgy spell on an ork hotel maid.  Then the players tortured another one of the NPCs with a knife making the NPC stab himself while both of them threatened to sell his children's body parts (or worse, have one of his children sold into sex slavery).  I'm not running a G-Rated game that's for sure. 

This is a continuation of Chapter 1 and we get to see Robby's "magical" abilities.  Hey, what if you're into "yiff?"  I don't know if I'm going to put in yiff or not.  There's stories a dozen where a furry sexes up another furry.  Or a human and a furry jump into bed with each other.

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The rain was still pouring outside.  It still rains in the Desert, no doubt about that.  According to the contract of the auction, I bought Silvara, so her life is mine.  I had her ropes cut and her gag removed.  But for protection from the rain, she was dressed in little more than a transparent plastic smock and nothing else.  I just frowned in disgust.  Not only was the sixty thousand transfer from one of my bank accounts was painful, but the degradation of this human being continued.  Not only they could see everything, from her ample breasts to her tail, but they could see the state that she was in.

I met Mike, my childhood friend in the police department, right outside. "Help me with Silvara, would you?" I said.

"Boy, Robby, you sure know how to pick them," he said suggestively.  The Ork scratched his fat, small right tusk as if he were appraising the Siberian husky-morph.  She was a type three Changeling, if you remember from my earlier account. "This is one prime 'furry' you have here."

"Just remember, Michael," I reminded.  "She's a human being."

"Well, as long as you treat me like a human being," said Mike. "She deserves the same respect."  Mike opened the door to his car and we put in Silvara, who started to cry from her skyblue eyes.  Mike was comforting her.  "There, there, you have the best master I know.  He'll take care of you and you don't need to worry about this slave ring anymore."

However, I was startled when I heard someone speaking loudly in the parking lot. "Hey, you scaly piece of bat guano!"  I turned my head to see what was going on, and I see a man abusing another one of the "escorts" sold in the special auction earilier.  The escort was a male reptile morph.  Also dressed in just a plastic smock and a fundoshi, the reptile looked strong enough to work the mid-weight circuit of professional wrestling.  He was muscular, "cut" would be the word in body builder circles; he looked like an eighties' body builder who worked hard without the steroids.  He was physically strong, which is why I noticed the chained cuffs.  His thighs and shins were powerful, but his feet were digitgrade -- meaning that they were arranged that he stood on his toes.  He had three front toes that end in talon claws, a powerful tail, and a muzzle like a Raptor's from the old 2D film Jurassic Park.  Much of his skin was green scaled, but his chest and part of his stomach was orange scaled.  I was looking at a Japanese with the typical long hair and dark shades, dressed in a dark blue business suit wearing a dark blue rain coat.  Yakuza?

"You're such a bakemono, you know that?  Standing there with pride," he said. "Well, I bought you, and you are going to be trained as my new personal bodyguard, you got that!"

The reptile man stood there with pride, no doubt about that.  He looked at him with an emotionless expression on his face.  However, no emotional thoughts can be kept from me and I simply reached out with my sixth sense in order to sense emotions. This is true empathy, and I felt nothing but disdain for his new master.  The reptile was radiating the sense out in waves.  The Yakuza also had disdain, but true murderous intent.  Slaves might not have any rights, but I do remember the commandment, thou shalt not kill.  I do know that the commandments are consequences of living a mystic life, and that a human life is precious, no matter what the vessel it happens to inhabit.

"Robby, don't get yourself involved in this," warned Mike.  "That's Isamu Mishimoto.  He might be a mid-level boss in the Yakuza here in Salt Lake City, but he's powerful.  I'm telling you, you don't want to get involved."

"He hates him," I said.  "He hates him, Michael.  You might not be able to see it, but I can.  Plus, his master is going to destroy him. I can feel it, there is a murder about to happen."

"I'll call the police," my ork friend said.

I assured him, "I think I can take care of this myself."

"Okay, but I'll call in an APD on a possible murder," said Mike as he brought up his AR UI to the matrix.  I strode confidently into the fray.  Perhaps it is time to talk to this Yakuza, this Isamu Mishimoto.  However, the next thing that happened was that Isamu kicked the reptile in the groin, making him double over in pain.

"You worthless bakemono, you worthless piece of shimata!" said Isamu.  "You know I can end your life however I want!  Get in the car you kusoyaru!"  The reptile stood his ground as I sauntered confidently. 

"My, my, my, such language," I said, putting on my smoothest voice.  "You really should treat him with respect."

"This is none of your concern," said Isamu.  "The reptile's mine.  I bought him."

I said, "That may be, but look at who you are treating badly."

"You must be one of those idealistic types," said the Yakuza.  "You think the metahumans have rights, don't you?  Well, this one doesn't."

"Well, still, he is human," I said.  "And remember, I know your thoughts."

"Is that so?" asked Isamu.  The reptile slave was on the ground, holding his precious family jewels.  He was rolling back and forth, his whole body getting wet.  He might be warm blooded, but he will go into a stupor soon if someone doesn't get him out of this weather.

"You've been broadcasting them all over the place, a single minded thought," I said.  "You must be an obsessive compulsive.  Because you are constantly thinking the same basic thought over and over.  You are going to kill this man."

"I've killed a lot of people," said Isamu.  "I can kill a changeling, what does it matter?  They are all abominations to nature, and all of them should be destroyed."

"I reserve the right to fight to defend another person's life," I said.

Isamu whistled and two people bristling with chrome came out of two other cars.  Street Samurai.  This was not going to be easy.  "The reptile morph's mine," said Isamu.  "You. Stay. Out of this."

"I won't let you murder a human being, no matter what the vessel he currently inhabits," I said.  I snapped my fingers and then two fireballs ignited in my hands, and I held them without the heat burning me.  Soon, I held them out and they became two gouts of flames.  "And if you should kill me, I will become more powerful than you can imagine because I can never, ever, die."

I threw a fireball at one car and there was a spectacular explosion as it connected.  KA-BOOOM!  The orange, red, and yellow flames filled the parking lot as the car flipped over and burned.  The two Sammies had managed to jump out of the way as the car burned exploded.  I threw the other fireball at the car and there was another explosion.  According mystical thought, the Spirit which fills all space and time grants you exactly whatever you desire.  Scientists say we are taking charge of the Holodeck when we align our desires with that of the Spirit.  However, we applied quantum physicists -- or psions if you prefer -- have been trying to unlock what happens when a magician casts a spell.

Most magicians would say you are commanding the spirits to do what you command them to do.  At least those who call themselves Shamans and Shinto Priests who are magically active claim this.  Hermetics would say that they are working with the four classical elements in order to "cast" a "spell."  What we know is that a "magician" collapses the quantum possibility wave with his will and as he does so he excites neutrinos, and the excited neutrinos in turn excites electrons and atoms.  Most people in the Old World wondered if casting a spell means holding a nuclear rection between your hands.  That, technically, is true but there is no deadily nuclear radiation involved.  After all, there has been no case of a magician being rushed to the hospital to be treated for deadily radiation sickness from casting one of his own spells. 

"Geek the mage, you no baka!" yelled Isamu.  "What in yomi am I paying you for!"

The sammies put up their SMGs and let them rip.  I ducked under the car.  Sure, I can slow the bullets down, but I'm not stupid.  Suddenly I heard one of the sammies let loose with a heavy machine gun, and the bullets were riddling the car with holes.   I psychokinetically took the time to flip the car over on it's side and make it roll into the sammies' heavy machine gun.  There was the sound of shattering glass and twisting metal the car I caused rolled over the heavy machine gun.  That was Isamu's personal car, I hope he's going to be angry.  Because, I'm not through with him yet.  Now I'm out in the open, and one of the sammies came out with his sub-machine gun.  I reached out with my mind, and psychokinetically moved two cars together to provide cover.  It wasn't enough.  I took five hits to my shoulder and I fell and lost consciousness.   Man, my shoulder is on fire while I was conscious.

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I awoke in a hospital bed, with Michael, Silvara, and the Lizard man in the room. But who cares?  The bed was soft and the pillows were nice.  I had an I.V. stuck in my arm and I hurt.  Mostly in my shoulder.  I moaned in pain.

"Boy, Robby, I told you not to take on Isamu alone, didn't I?" Mike said.  "You're lucky, you could have got yourself killed."

"What happened, did I win?" I asked.

Mike explained, "The boys in blue came after you lost consciousness, and Isamu and his boys managed to get away."

"What's the reptile's story?" I asked. 

"He said you saved his life, so he will be your loyal servant as a debt to be repaid," Mike said.

I moaned, "Great, two mouths to feed.  What is going to happen now?"

Mike looked at both Silvara and the reptile man.  He grew somber.  "Uh, Robby, you made a powerful enemy among the criminal underground.  We have to arrange a safehouse for you and your new family.  Funny, to save your lives, we are going to have to take you out of your corporation you work for and submerge you in the Shadows for the time being."

"Why isn't my new best friend dressed?" I asked. 

The orc rubbed his fingers through his hair.  "Well, that's a kind of funny story.  The reptile man, who calls himself Franz, refuses to wear any clothes except the fundoshi."

"Ja," said the Reptile man. "Ich bin ein Bodybuilder und zeige gerne meinen hervorragenden Körper.  Außerdem schüchtere ich Menschen eher durch meine Erscheinung, als durch meine Bescheidenheit, ein."

"Plus, all I heard out of his mouth was German," Mike added.

Silvara was wearing short shorts and a t-shirt that bared her mid-riff.  Her hair, a coppery red, was styled in an eighties styled curl.  Those blue eyes, ah those icy blue eyes.   She was truly innocent, I saw into her thoughts.  Nothing but pure love, admiration, and trust.  I sighed.  "So, Mike, what am I charged with?"

The ork police officer rubbed his hair.  "We aren't charging you with magical assault and battery, if that's what you mean," said Mike.  "After all, Robert Deckard doesn't exist in our records."

"I declared my sovereignty a long time ago, and burned my share in the Pueblo Corporate Council," I sighed.  "I also destroyed my licenses, the only thing I have is my birth certificate.  My corporate Person doesn't exist to the Law, national or international."

"Well, yes, and your SIN has also been erased," Mike said.  "We want to make sure you can't be traced by Mishimoto."

"What now?"

"Well, the doctor said you had five nasty bullet wounds in your shoulder, but you will recover," said Mike.  "Don't worry, you were shot in the line of duty, so the City is footing the bill."

I sighed.  I was so tired.  A beautiful dwarven nurse came in.  She had to be what, twenty-two?  She was trying to shuffle Mike, Franz, and Silvara out of the door, but Franz wouldn't budge.

"Come on now, visiting hours are over, time you went home now," she said. 

Franz said, "Ich werde meinen Freund beschützen, in dem ich von nun an, bis ich meine Schulden beglichen habe, sein treuer Leibwächter sein werde."

"I have no idea what you said," said the nurse.

I scanned his thoughts.  His pride was being broadcasted, any one awakened and has telepathy skills can see that.  However, there was emotions of genuine care, admiration, protectiveness, and again -- love.  I didn't have time to probe whether it was feelings of eros or philia.  Pain just shot through my shoulder and I cried out.  I had to turn my thoughts inward and try to concentrate on releasing endorphines to numb and control the pain.

"See, it's time for his morphine shot," said the nurse.  "Now go on, there."

Franz wouldn't budge. He declared, "Ich bleibe an seiner Seite!"

The nurse could see that he wasn't budging.  She just swept by her auburn hair and said, "Okay, you can stay.  Just that it isn't pretty."  She pushed a button and I felt morphine and another sedative being pumped into my system.  I fell asleep with a muscular german speaking lizardman and a beautiful dwarf with breasts that just wouldn't stop staying in my room.  I also knew that Franz could speak English very well if he wanted too.  I heard Mike say something in Or'zet.  Mike swears only in Or'zet.  Usually.  This time the exclaimation was "Afar vadokanuk!"  Mike told me that meant by all the dead.

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Sorry for the mangled German, I used a translator to do it with.  If any german friends can help me with what Franz says in this part of the story, be happy to put the actual words here.  Well, be grateful to foobar (http://www.sofurry.com/user/view/profile?id=89548), who provided a more humanic voice for Franz.  He made a better translation of what I was trying to voice for Franz to German.

Okay, there isn't going to be any yiff, yet.  We will see what the story demands.

Franz the Reptle man's description is inspired by Reptile Cynrik's original Reptile character ( http://www.sofurry.com/view/281844 ).  He just does not have the characteristic iguana horns.   Plus, he looks more like a Deinonychus morph in the head rather than a reptile morph. Orz'et is represented by Tolkien's Black Speech in the story.  And the yakuza has a potty mouth.