You realized fast that you weren't ever going to get
into a Corporate job. And you didn't think your were
tough enough or crazy enough to be a Solo either. But as
a small time punk, you knew you had a knack for figuring
out what other people wanted, and how to get it for them.
For price, of course.
Now your deals have moved past the nickle-and-dime
stuff into the big time. Maybe you move illegal weapons
over the border. Or steal and resell medical supplies
from the Corporations. Perhaps you're skill broker -
acting as an agent for high priced Solos and 'Runners, or
ever hiring a whole Nomad pack to back a client's
contacts. You buy and sell favors like an old-style Mafia
godfather. You have connections into all kinds of
businesses, deals and political groups. You don't do this
directly, of course - no, you see your contacts and
allies as a part of vast web of intrigue and coersion. If
there's a hot nightclub in the City, you've bought into
it. If there are new military-class weapons on the
Street, you smuggled'em in. If there's a Corporate war
going down, you're negotiating between sides with an eye
on the main chance.
But you're not entirely in it for the bucks. If
someone needs to get the heat off, you'll hide them. You
get people housing when there isn't any, and you bring in
food when the neighborhoods are blockaded. Maybe you do
it because you know they'll owe you later, but you're not
sure. You're one part Robin Hood and two parts Al Capone.
Back in the 90's, they would have called you crimelord.
But this is the fragmented, nasty, deadly 2020s. Now they
call you a Fixer.
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