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Growing up in the Sioux was oxymoronic, the plan was to go back to the old ways, but no one knew what the old ways where, Hotah, the boy who would one day be Stagger, grew up in a small lakota band, they roved the planes and Hotah and the other youths would spend their time riding their cycles, stealing cattle or gas from the big corp roving ranches, it was after one daring raid, where the ozuye had stolen fuel from a caravan on the move, out of the night can three VTOL craft and the band thought that the Corp was striking back. However the airships all bore the 8 pointed circle of the Sioux Nation.

Technically the Sioux Defense Force (SDF) requires 4 years of service from all citizens, however this is impossible to enforce in the roving bands for 2 reasons, the bands are almost impossible to keep track of and the bands would be hard pressed to survive losing their youth in their prime. But the SDF does watch and in some cases the recruit especially daring ozuye. Band ozuye members make up less than 5% of the SDF but close to 30% of the Wildcats. Hotah who was by then called Stagger applied for Wildcats as soon as he could.

Pigeon watched his APC roll across the badlands down the optic scope of his long gun, it felt odd for him to watch the fireteams ride pulling away, it might be the only ride on a thousand klicks, but Rook had a feeling and Riiks hunches, along with the heuristic hardware that powered them, had saved them all before. Thinking of Rook his hand reached up to the self-spooling 15m cable running from his com jack to the squad hub. Sgt, Dodo had insisted on quiet ops and had his head in his dark hood, probably checking one of those physical maps he was always carrying, he looked over to rook in the squad net he could see the flashing AR of whatever he was doing. The sat up-link looked wrong it was not pointed at MOTHER, the Wild Cat’s distinct Satellite, he looks at where it is pointing and wonders. As if he read Pigeon’s mind Rook says “ZO, it is linked to ZO, the only trunk line I know is secure.” he doesn’t say any more. Pigeon follows the line to the last remaining member of the team, Jackdaw curled in her Mylar sac while she was piloting the APC away.
The team had lost their Lute, why they sent a guy that green on a operation this dark didn’t make any good sense but, the brass makes a-lot of questionable calls. They had clears the research station, why the Tír elves has a research station out here didn’t make any sense, but that question was way above the pay-grade of the Grunts in the field.
Pigeon turns back looking to spot the trail of dust looking for the APC as he spots it the world goes white.
::Leaving grid guide coverage area, full autopilot ends in 30 seconds::
Stagger shakes out of his revelry, ’Why did I tell that Fixer my street name was Stagger it took 4 years in the Cats to get rid of that name, he hated it. He was about to go into the Barrens, Rook set him up in Seattle after they all “Died” in that Orbital kinetic shot that obliterated the APC, it was time to get started with his new life as a Shadowrunner.