5150 No Limits Meet Gordon Hawkwind

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This is my new campaign centering around the adventures of "Hawkwind," a combination of Gene Starwind and Jim Hawking from one of my favorite animes, Outlaw Star.

Hawkwind has set up a new freelance business, Hawkwind Enterprises. His motto, "no job is too big or too small!" This is his story.

Rules change: I am playing an all human campaign, at least until he gets off this rock, Earth. For now, I lifted the who are they tables from Chain Reaction 2018 (it's free) and will simply interpret the results as far as what "profession" they are. If, in the likely event, Hawkwind dies, I will use the Cheat Death rule used in other TWH titles.'Cause you know he's gonna get whacked right off the bat!

Gordon Hawkwind Rep 5 Star (5 people, 4 savvy) Attributes: Rage (random), Crackshot (chosen) Weapon: Machine Pistol (A3)






Involuntary Encounter: Robbery

Hawkwind decided he would go down to the local bar to try and drum up some business. In the parking lot though, two junkies, by the looks of it, jumped him and demanded money. "Hey pops! Give us what ya got and we'll let ya go unharmed!"

Hawkwind stood there a moment eyeing the male and female barring his way. "Well, well. Trying to make a quick buck, eh?" Gordon said cracking his knuckles. "Let's get this over with" he said, unbuttoning his jacket and setting it aside. "Wouldn't want to get my new suit dirty with a couple sewer rats like you."

"Get 'em!" shrieked the female punk.


After a brief tussle, the two ruffians were neatly laid out, unconscious on the ground. "I'm a little rusty" said Hawkind wiping his bloodied lip off with his hand. "Gotta watch out for those left hooks next time" he said to no one in particular.

After the scrum, he entered the semi-upscale bar and had a seat on a stool. He signaled for the barkeep to get him a cranberry juice and asked if anyone was looking to hire. The keep placed the drink in front of Hawkwind, nodding to a couple in a corner of the bar. "Thank, you sir."

Gordon approached the couple "good evening sir, ma'am. The tender says you might be needing some help. Is that so?"

The couple glanced at each other. Clearing her throat the woman said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "yes, we do. My husband has a hit out on him and we need to get him to the first flight to Mars in the morning. Are you up for the job? I will pay you half in advance and half when he is safely in the Martian controlled area of the starport. Martian security will handle the rest." Martians didn't allow any roughhousing on their ships or in the starport.

Hawkwind nodded slowly "Well, then. We have a deal. Here's my data, send me a message when you're ready" he brushed his finger across the screen of his com and sent his contact info to the woman's com. The woman deposited the credits into his account. He then started for the door thinking to himself now this is the kind of job I was looking for! Something to generate a good reputation. He left with a sly grin on his face.

Early the next day, Hawkwind's com beeped, an incoming message. He was still awake, always a night owl. The message read "be here at 4:00 am" and contained an address. Hmm, could be a trap, he thought but he needed the money so he would have to take the chance. He downed some coffee and headed out the door.

As he made his way to the address, he kept a sharp eye out for any trouble but there was no need. He wouldn't let himself be ambushed like the two punks last night. Knocking on the door, the woman from last night opened it crack. "Hello, ma'am. Gordon Hawkwind at your service."

"Come in," she whispered. It was dark inside and he saw the man he would be escorting.

"Sir" he nodded to the man. "Shall we be on our way? I'd like to make this quick as possible."

The man said "me too, but I'd like to say goodbye to my wife. It's going to be a while before I see her again." The couple embraced, a tearful goodbye.

"I'll come to Mars as soon as I can" she said with a kiss.

Hawkwind stood near the front door keeping an eye out the window. Wonder what this guy got himself into. He heard foot steps approaching. "Let's do this. You can call me Mr. Smith if you want."

As they walked down the street, the two men didn't make much conversation. They hurried on their way but were soon confronted by a woman in black workers' clothing.

"Hold it right there. I wanna talk to you, you little shit!" The woman said with a heavy drawl. "We ain't working for peanuts ya know? I got kids and you decide to cut our wages? I'm gonna plow you under!" The woman looked at Hawkwind "hired muscle, eh?"

The man in blue spoke. "I didn't have a choice and I don't want any trouble. This man is just an associate of mine. Besides, you know the old saying, never hit a lady."

"Hah! Well, you're going to die now, you bastard!" She reached for her pistol but before she could draw, a swift kick in the face from Hawkwind laid her out cold on the pavement.

Hawkwind stopped to light a cigarette. The man just looked at him, startled. Hawkwind made eye contact with the other and shrugged. "Nobody ever said anything about kicking a woman. Besides, she was going to grease you. Let's hurry on."

On their way, the man explained that he was the Earth Worker's Union negotiator and instead of striking, he settled for less than what most agreed with. Now he resigned and needed to get the hell off this planet.

As he was talking, a man with a grim face and a huge wrench charged them without saying a word. Hawkwind sprang into action as the man swung at "Mr. Smith." Blocking the man's swing, he kicked his knee and punched him in the head. The wrench clanged on the ground and his knee was hyper-extended forward in an unnatural manner. Gordon looked down and cringed. "That's going to hurt when he wakes up." He flicked his cigarette on the now unconscious man.

Mr. Smith agreed. "You sure do get the job done."

As they made their way to the Starport, a man in a tan jumpsuit approached. He looked at Hawkwind and began to say something but figured it wasn't worth it so just passed without a word.

"Here we are, safe and sound. Did you enjoy your trip?" Hawkwind said as he accepted the other half of his payment.

The man grimaced "yeah, I guess so. Good luck, Gordon. Nice doing business with you."

Hawkwind turned away with a wave of his hand and lit another cigarette "all in a days work."

Game Notes: I got pretty lucky rolling for the punks. They were all rep 3 except for the tan guy who was rep 4. He interacted with "Mr. Smith" but just ignored us and walked away. All in all, a pretty fun adventure. The "rage" attribute that I rolled is pretty awesome with non-lethal encounters. Hawkwind managed to roll three sixes on his six increasing rep rolls so he is now rep 6.