Here are a few environmentally conscious run ideas. Enjoy.
Something Smells Funny
Situation: Meltex Biochemicals has established a factory in Cascade
Ork, bypassing both local and international laws by bribing, intimidating,
and just plain bullying their way through the application process. The
facility itself produces simple plastics, yet uses a process that is extremely
environmentally detrimental to air quality.
Goal: Obtain hard evidence of two law violations: Bribery and unlawful
contamination. The employer is probably an environmentally conscious nation
located near Cascade Ork.
Possible Routes: Information regarding bribery may be obtained by accessing
corporate files (in the unlikely event that they documented their transactions),
or by tracking down the bribed individuals. Since the briberies occurred
on both the local and international levels the runners may find that they
are forced to contend with Ork “natural law” as well as the International
Environmental Council, which may be based out of another country.
Unlawful contamination information, if it is to be solid, should probably
be obtained from monitoring equipment within the factory. This equipment
may have been altered to produce false reports and it may take some knowledge
of electronics to get them working properly again.
Other Information: The factory is large, dirty, and is located amongst
the wreckage of another factory twice this one’s size. The whole scene
is just a mess of low level smoke, twisted metal, and grinding machinery.
The facility is guarded by a large group of poorly trained, yet heavily
armed Orks. The manager of the plant, an extremely large Ork named Frog,
lives in his office in the middle of the factory compound and is protected
by two well trained bodyguards.
Situation: A independently ocean oil platform which has been illegally
manufacturing corrosive chemicals has experienced a terrible spill. Unfortunately,
any time anybody tries to get close enough to the platform to clean up
the mess a barrage of gun and missile fire chases them away. The owner
of the platform, a giant named Mrug Ferung, has gone completely nuts and
is freaking out over his imminent arrest.
Goal: Board the platform and render its weapons systems inoperable.
Mrug is NOT to be harmed, and will be arrested by conventional police forces
once the weapons shut down. Everybody else might as well have a target
pasted on them.
Possible Routes: Going by boat may not be a too tremendously bright
idea. The corrosive chemicals floating in the water will eat away the hull
of an unarmored vehicle in a few minutes, and an armored vehicle in about
an hour. If the runners plan on using an marine vehicle, it should be cheap
Most of the weapons, however, are not able to fire into the air and
it may also be possible to swim or use a sub-marine vehicle to travel under
Other Information: OK, time to break out the Shadowrun Companion. The
harsh chemical environment has resulted in numerous mutations and a variety
of the new races can be found on board the platform. Mrug, himself, is
a giant and there are at least two more giants on board the platform. The
“worker” population of the platform borders of 75 men and women.
The platform itself is huge, almost resembling a miniature city complete
with bars, brothels, rickety apartment buildings, etc. Everything is constructed
poorly and there are many, many barrels, tanks, and other containers holding
all varieties of explosive and corrosive chemicals. The environment on
board is psychotically festive; virtually everybody realizes that they
will eventually be taken by force and have drunk themselves into a violently
party-like state. Most of the weapons are controlled mechanically and are
not tied into computers. The platform’s armament consists of about 10 missile
launchers and 20 other hard-point quality weapons.
Situation: The cops noticed something was funny when the housing and
streets around a barren located factory suddenly acquired a large number
of new residents. It was soon discovered that this factory produced euphoric,
and illegal, aerosols and has been releasing a decent quality of their
drugs into the surrounding neighborhoods in order to keep everybody quiet.
What they ended up with was about 1000 unpaid, yet willing guards, who
would happily defend their neighbor from any risk which threatened their
lovely, euphoric existence. The police want the place shut down, but the
politicians don’t want to create the negative publicity which would accompany
pissing off so many people.
Goal: Shut down the drug factory and frame a random, local gang for
Possible Routes: Well, the runners have to be quiet enough that they
don’t draw attention to the fact that they’re runners but also have to
draw enough attention to their actions to make it look like their chosen
gang did the deed. The runners employers (the cops) don’t want any civilians
harmed because that would create an unfortunate conflict of interest when
the residents decide to call the cops.
Other Information: The factory looks rather nondescript; a simple warehouse
sitting in the middle of a squatter infested lot. Inside the warehouse
is nothing but a guarded spiral staircase leading into the sewers. The
drug makers, led by a troll woman named Little Suzi, have taken over the
sewers for several blocks, blocking off normal entrances with large, heavy,
submarine hatch style doors. The runners will realize this quickly if they
try to open up any manhole covers within a three block radius because they’ll
all be strongly welded shut. The runners may also notice that through tiny
holes in these manhole covers leaks a strange gas.
The “factory” is almost impossible to identify because it is spaced
an spread across several blocks of sewers and is interconnected by a mesmerizing
array of pipes and wiring. Most of the factory is guarded by drones equipped
with a barrage of stun weaponry.
The only tunnel which really goes anywhere is a long, declining shaft
which leads to an outlet near a river (or ocean or whatever) and is used
to actually move the drugs to a vehicle which then ships them. This shaft
is barely big enough to fit a troll and climbing up it is certainly a trick.
Finally, if you feel like messing with the players’ heads, have the
gang the runners are trying to frame be the crew which is currently guarding