# Shadowrun: Shadows of Salt Lake -- An interlude

Author: Hermes12
Tags: Dinosaur, Human, Husky, M/F, Nudism, Shadowrun, Story Progression

#8 of Shadowrun: Shadows of Salt Lake

An interlude to my Shadowrun story, while I work out the Impact character.

_I better do this right. &nbsp;This is an interlude, before I get to storyforming the real story. &nbsp;I have problems with Illustrating the Impact Character for the first story. No, it doesn't mean that I'm actually doing her art up, it just means that I don't have her role correct. &nbsp;I know she will challenge my main character's prejudice against Shamanism and the other traditions. &nbsp;I just don't have her background right yet._

_So, we are interluding . . .:)_

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I made it from the hospital to the safe house that Mike set aside for us, in crutches. &nbsp;Mike, my childhood friend since Elementary School, is helping me into our apartment. &nbsp;He's a true friend, I'll have to say that. &nbsp;He's also quite the charmer, he can charm the birds from the trees with his honey tongue. &nbsp;Most of the time, best friends break up friendships over time as a man changes through life, but Mike stuck by me thick through thin. &nbsp;After I read love from his being, I wasn't surprised with why he stuck with me. &nbsp;Some friendships are meant to last a long time.

Also helping me was Franz. &nbsp;The fearsome humanoid dinosaur from Düsseldorf. &nbsp;Before you accuse me of scanning his thoughts and probing his inner mind, I didn't. &nbsp;If we are going to be friends, I better not push it by probing for his inner demons, if you want me to be poetic. &nbsp;One thing I'll say about the "lizard man," he looks like a _Dienonychus_. &nbsp;He had the muzzle, head, and lower raptor legs -- but instead of being cyber they were as real as they came. &nbsp;The energy from Franz was all the same, not different like a chromed human being would have. &nbsp;Plus, he had his muscular, thick tail that helped with his balance. &nbsp;Franz was dressed in a coat and his fundoshi. &nbsp;The dino-man reveled in his fearsome appearance, which I can tell he laughs at himself for suffering SURGE.

I can't speak a word of German. &nbsp;I have to communicate with him through either augmented reality, or through direct telepathic communication. &nbsp;But the silence was so unbearable that Mike broke the silence.

"Ashdautas vrasubatlat, Robby," said Mike as he helped me to do the door. &nbsp;Someday, I will kill you --&nbsp;Mike said this in Or'zet. &nbsp;I still don't understand why he insists on having me learn the lingo when I don't have the tusks for the sound to resonate.

"Nar udantas, Michael," I replied back. &nbsp;True to form, i can't pronounce it as well as he could. &nbsp;My reply -- not today.&nbsp;

Mike laughed, knowing that I don't have the resonating tusks. &nbsp;He lets me speak Or'zet anyhow. &nbsp;"It's good to be home, my good friend."

"This is where we are living?" I asked. &nbsp;"You got us a house in Park City? &nbsp;Among the affluent and wealthy here?"

"Best place to hide right now," said Mike. &nbsp;"This is one the low cost houses I bought. &nbsp;Living the life as a Police Face certainly has given me some advantages."

I looked at the home. &nbsp;It was . . . HUGE! &nbsp;Bigger than the home I grew up with, and even though I live in a upscale apartment in the Salt Lake sprawl, this sleepy hamlet has room for houses like this. &nbsp;It was wider than I thought, I estimated it to be about fifty thousand square feet. &nbsp;Well, maybe I was off.

"But a mansion, Mike," I said.

He shook his head. &nbsp;"Not a mansion, but room for you, Silvara, Franz, and I," he replied. "This is just a small house in an out of the way sleepy town." &nbsp;I hobbled along, and Mike opened the door with his electronic key. &nbsp;The door was opened and I stepped into the lobby, and then into the hall, where Silvara was waiting for me. &nbsp;She was wearing nothing but those tight shorts that seemed to have a 5 inch inseam; and a shirt with a high enough midriff to bear the bottom of those furred breasts of hers.&nbsp;

"Willkommen zu hause, meister. Es ist eine ziemliche Überraschung, nicht wahr?" Franz asked in German.

Silvara wagged her tail when she saw me coming in. &nbsp;"Welcome home, Master!" she said. "What would this girl do for you?"

Franz's big toe claws clicked against the carpet. &nbsp;But he was careful not to let them snag. &nbsp;When we closed the door, he took off the coat and put it in the cloak room and walked about with just the fundoshi underwear. &nbsp;Good thing he still has manners. &nbsp;I didn't notice how strong he is, but then, he must have worked out a lot. &nbsp;I turned my attention to Silvara.

"Nothing right now, thank you," I said.

She gave a pouty face. &nbsp;"Please, there must be something this girl can do for you?" she asked.

I thought of something as I sat down in a chair. &nbsp;My shoulder ached, all over and I was in a sling. &nbsp;The crutches were Mike's idea. &nbsp;I replied, "You can get me some ice."

"Oh, at once, Master!" and the husky girl sprang to life. &nbsp;She went to the freezer and got an ice bag. &nbsp;She came over and put it on my sore shoulder, and her breasts fell out in front of my eyes so naturally. &nbsp;

"Franz, I can't speak german but, whoa -- HELLO!" I said in reaction to the breasts falling out. &nbsp;The ice felt very, very cold and numbed the ache. &nbsp;Wait a sec, wasn't it heat for aching mucles?

I sat there and cursed myself -- why me? &nbsp;I asked. &nbsp;Why did I have to buy a girl and she actually liked what she was doing? &nbsp;It makes me shudder to think of all the pain and suffering she went through in training. I said in reaction to the breasts falling out.

"Oh, sorry, Master," she said. &nbsp;"I'm only dressed to please you."

"Just take the shirt off," I said.

She laughed and discarded the really short shirt, going topless. &nbsp;"Thank you, Master!"

Yep, those nice ample breasts were free. &nbsp;And she felt free. &nbsp;She had the white fur cover her breasts except for where the areolas and nipples were exposed. &nbsp;She walked with a sexy kind of natural gait. &nbsp;And I wondered, am I cursed or blessed, or both? &nbsp;I noticed the distinctive red "k" on her thigh as she stripped off the shirt. &nbsp;A tattoo? &nbsp;Or is it just a coloring of the fur? &nbsp;What did this girl go through in her training, anyhow?

"You think I could get a collar, Master?" she asked. &nbsp;Well, she was a dog -- wait, she's a human being.&nbsp;

"No," I said. &nbsp;"Actually, I don't know."

She said, "I just want everyone to know that this girl is owned to the best Master in the whole world!"

She sauntered back into the kitchen. &nbsp;"Is she going to be like this everyday?" I asked.

Mike said, "Yep."

I looked up at Franz. &nbsp;"I know you can speak English, Franz. &nbsp;You can trust us here."

Franz then started to speak English with a thick accent. &nbsp;"I'm sorry," he said. &nbsp;"My English isn't at all gut." &nbsp;He pronounced gut that time as _gute_.

"I don't speak English here in the &nbsp;. . . New World . . . because I feel . . . that I am no good at it," he continued to explain. &nbsp;"Besides . . . Deutsch adds to my . . . scariness . . . here."

"You can trust us not to laugh at you," said Michael. &nbsp;"You can speak English here."

"Do you . . . mind . . . if I take off . . . my under-wear?" asked Franz. &nbsp;"It's . . . bothering me . . . a little."

I looked at Mike, and then he both said, "No."

"Das ist gut."

Franz sat down on the couch and pulled off his Fundoshi, and soon he was all there. &nbsp;The full monte. &nbsp;He stood up and walked up stairs to put his fundoshi where his room was located, his strong muscular tail also waving through the air. &nbsp;I sensed a slight surprise, and then a rise in temperature in Mike. &nbsp;Given Mike's sexual orientation, I wouldn't find it a bit surprising. &nbsp;I put the crutches away and massaged my shoulder. &nbsp;Tomorrow, I should be fine. &nbsp;I caught a little of the thoughts that Franz was broadcasting.

"Don't think of it, Mike," I said. &nbsp;"In his heart, he's still a married man."

"I didn't know that," said Mike.

I replied, "Just do yourself a favor, okay? &nbsp;He thinks strongly of his wife. &nbsp;Don't tempt this man."

"Robby, I stopped hoping for a strong relationship a long time ago," he deeply said. &nbsp;"You were right, relationships among my kind don't often last forever."

"I am just glad you aren't dead," I said.

"Well, to get on another subject, how about some news via the Matrix?"

I shook my head no. &nbsp;I still will not check the news reports on the Matrix. &nbsp;"I just want to find out where I sleep."

Mike grinned as he leaned on my chair. &nbsp;Yes, this was my chair, although I didn't have time to tell you everything on how we furnished our old apartment. &nbsp;"You've got the best room in the house, Robby boy," those tusks and his smiles -- you can't help it -- orks and trolls always smiled grotesquely.&nbsp;

"What?" I asked.&nbsp;

"You have the Master bedroom!"

I was surprised. &nbsp;Usually, Mike always charmed his way in getting the best bedrooms. &nbsp;Plus, I didn't need much. &nbsp;Just a room big enough to attune my library to the Universe. &nbsp;I usually did the whole appartment. &nbsp;But this? &nbsp;This was too much. &nbsp;I get the Master Bedroom this time, and I looked at Silvara, who was wagging her tail while dressed in just those cargo short shorts. &nbsp;Suddenly my second question was answered. &nbsp;I had the sickening feeling that I'm not sleeping alone.

~ ? ~

I woke up with Silvara over the sheets, hugging me. And of course, my shoulder was sore. &nbsp;I also had the strangest dream, though. &nbsp;I dreamed that I had a harem like you see in those old 2D movies of the fabled Middle East. &nbsp; Now, being a Mormon, I see nothing wrong with a harem. &nbsp;However, it was filled with many girls of the human persuasion, all dressed in harem costumes like you see Jeanie wear in _I dream of Jeanie_.&nbsp;&nbsp;I was wearing a traditional Persian outfit. &nbsp;

They were all swarming me and touching me and piling exotic furs on me. &nbsp;I felt covered in fur, and then, I woke up -- covered in dog fur. &nbsp;Don't get me wrong, Silvara's a dog but not that kind of dog. &nbsp;She is actually very nice and very amicable. &nbsp;However, I'm not formally married to her and even though I do "own" her -- the thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth -- i quickly got out of bed quietly and let her sleep. &nbsp;I put on a robe, so as to not let temptation get to me.

I looked around the Master Bedroom. &nbsp;I have my beautiful bed, a futon. &nbsp;But the room was painted white. &nbsp;I actually had two potted trees,&nbsp;[star pines](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucaria_heterophylla), in the room. &nbsp;I checked the closet, yes they are walk in closets. &nbsp;But where is my library? &nbsp;I walked out of my room and down the stairs. &nbsp;I opened a door and I saw Franz working with some excercise equipment.

The naked dinosaur looked like he was doing bench presses. &nbsp;He looked at me, and I waved, and he started doing bench presses again. &nbsp;I walked through the halls and opened a door and . . . I found it.

The study had all of my books on shelves arranged neatly. &nbsp;Unlike a Hermetic library, a psion's library has a lot of physics books. &nbsp;Books on Quantum Physics, Relativity -- which isn't vogue in the Twenty-first Century; Plasma space physics -- which is vogue; and we also have books from Abraham Hicks, John Asaraf, and Doctor Robert Anthony. &nbsp;I also had copies of _the Secret_&nbsp;and _Down the Rabbit Hole_. I had a few of the books I written on how we can manipulate our reality with our thoughts.

This is the Psion's library and psionic lodge. &nbsp;The books are about self powerment and physics. &nbsp;Everything was here, even all of my materials. &nbsp;All it took was attuning the room to the paths of the Universe.

"How do you like it?" asked Mike in Or'zet, who was standing behind me.

"Impressive," I said in awe and in English. &nbsp;"You moved everything here?"

"I had too," he said, also in Or'zet. &nbsp;"I had to leave no trace while you were in the hospital, recovering. &nbsp;Our Japanese Friend has no doubt is frustrated in finding out our apartment is cleaned out. &nbsp;And that he will have a hard time tracing us here."

"But what about you?" I asked.

"I think it's time to start the Michael Clarke Private Detective Agency."

"What?"

"It's a good front for Shadowrunners."

"I'm not a Shadowrunner."

"How are you going to eat?"

"Huh?"

"You don't exist, I had your records erased by the best Hacker we know, and as a result you have no job. &nbsp;How are you going to eat?"

"I'm not a Shadowrunner. &nbsp;They live on the streets or in a lowcost apartment, doing criminal things."

"How are you going to eat?" Michael asked again. &nbsp;He was talking in Or'zet. &nbsp;Through this whole time, he's talking in Or'zet. &nbsp;"After all, _mabaj bot ob armauk!_"

I have a world of enemies, a common Or'zet exclaimation. &nbsp;I sighed, he was right. &nbsp;We need to eat, even real food. &nbsp;And yes, we do seem to have a world full of enemies. &nbsp;"Okay, lets do some Shadowrunning."

Mike hit me on the back. &nbsp;Orks don't pat you on the back, they hit you on the back. &nbsp;It's a show of affection. "That's the spirit, Robby!" Mike exclaimed in English. &nbsp;I was wondering when or how this was going to happen. &nbsp;Running the darkness and fighting the Man. &nbsp;Still, I needed to banish such thoughts.

As a Mormon, I would dedicate the house to the Father. &nbsp;As a psion, I had to make sure that the house was in harmony with it's environment, first. &nbsp;The Chinese called this Feng Shui -- and they often build everything according to Feng Shui. &nbsp;Other magicians called this empowering the lodge. &nbsp;However, Buddha and Yahushua were often right, a ritual is often not needed only the intent.

But still, I needed to make sure each part of the house resonated correctly. &nbsp;I'm not a Feng Shui expert. &nbsp;But I do know that I had to make sure every vibration of the house vibrated in harmony. &nbsp;I left the study and headed into the Great Room. &nbsp;I sat down, in Lotus position and began to make myself in tune with the vibrations of the house. &nbsp;I wanted the house to be a house where Yahushua would be pleased and happy to visit. &nbsp;So I felt for each and every nook and cranny. &nbsp;Attuning myself to the vibrations and the songs of the house.

Just when I started to hear the songs of the house, Silvara came down and asked, "what would you like to eat, Master?"

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