Akiko comes from a nice conservative middle-class Japanese family. Her father does something dull but lucrative for one of the big Japanese car manufacturers that have an overseas base in San Paro. Like all nice conservative middle-class Japanese girls in Prentiss, she went to a good school and got good grades. College beckoned, but her parents were surprised when she said she was taking a year out to go back to Japan and discover her roots. Surprised, but pleased.
While they had brought her up correctly, she had grown up in San Paro, not Japan, and had adopted too many San Paro ways. Some of her friends, while all local Prentiss kids, were a little too much on the wild side for her parents' tastes, and this city that the company had sent them to live in had a way of corrupting everyone that comes into contact with it. They hoped seeing something of the culture she came from would calm her down a little, and appreciate the heritage she belonged too. They hoped, more secretly, that she might meet a nice Japanese boy over there, and worked with friends and relatives in Japan to draw up lists of suitable suitors that Akiko might be introduced to while she was there.
Akiko did go to Japan. She did learn something of the heritage she came from, and she did bring something important back with her. Only it wasn't a nice Japanese boyfriend or an engagement ring. It was a genuine Japanese samurai katana sword, and the skills to know how to use it.
Even before she went to Japan, Akiko had been hanging out on the warehouse club scene on the Waterfront, while her parents thought she was out seeing a movie or having a study date with one of her classmates. She liked the vibe, but a lot of the other kids hanging around the same scene bored her, and, from what little she saw of them, the Blood Roses - especially the inner circle that orbited around Jeung and Charlotte - just struck her as arrogant and shallow-minded poseurs.
Over in Japan, she hung out in the clubs there - part of her reason for wanting to go in the first place - and saw the original Ronin Style scene, but was filled only with the same restlessness that had driven her out of San Paro in the first place. She travelled on, into the country, where she encountered a very different Japan from the one she thought she'd come here to find. She found herself a teacher - daddy's credit card helped ease any concerns the teacher might have had about taking on so unconventional a pupil - and, as in so many other things, she proved to be a keen pupil and astoundingly fast learner.
By the time she got back to San Paro, her destiny seemed almost mapped out for her. Her friends had formed the Tigers, and the Blood Roses and other parasites of the same kind were on the rise. Her contempt for the Blood Roses had only increased in her time away. The Ronin Style scene in the Tokyo clubs was bad enough - a culture appropriating parts of its own heritage without understanding what it truly means - but the Blood Roses' aping of the same moves, and getting them even more badly wrong at the same time, was insufferable.
Some of her friends in the Tigers were doubtful about her participation - quiet little Akiko, running around town and chopping bad guys up with a samurai sword? - but Stu Phoenix saw the hard look in her eyes and invited her to show him what she could do with that fancy pigsticker. A couple of minutes watching her in action in a training gym, and she was in, on his say-so. Two nights later, after a run-in with an out-of-district gang who were looking for protection payoffs from some of the tourist joints at the Clearview Marina, when one of the gang ran off minus his left hand, the rest of the Tigers got to see the new Akiko in action. After that, no-one had any other objections.
Her parents know she's changed since she came back from Japan. She's quieter, and less wild now. They don't know the half of it.
Subject Nanika atta?
Did you enjoy killing those criminals? I hope so. Theres no shame in taking pleasure in what we do, if we do it well and for the right reasons.
San Paros full of the same kind of trash. Were fortunate to have such an abundant supply of entertainment so close at hand, dont you think?
Darryls sister wants to talk to me about using my name and image on a new sponsors product.
I hunt and kill criminals. Sometimes I cut their heads off with an antique sword, and they think I am a suitable role model to help sell perfume?
This city never fails to amuse.
Ill say no, but theyll do it anyway - use a model whos prettier than me and have her hold the wrong kind of sword in the wrong kind of way, and everyone will still think its me.
It doesnt matter. I concern myself with what really counts.
I know what youre thinking. (Perhaps the rumors are true, and I do have ninja mind powers.)
Youre wondering about my name? Everyone does.
My parents dont approve of what I do. I dont want to embarrass them (or draw them into the firing line the Blood Roses have targeted friends and family before) so I dont use my last name.
It started as a nickname when I went clubbing my parents didnt approve of that either and stayed from there.
Or maybe I want to be like Chung, running around rooftops fighting criminals, and this is my new superhero name.
Blood Rose = Dumb Pose.
You know the Blood Roses, of course. Ridiculous, arent they?
Even if they werent criminals, they would still be worth hunting down and killing, if only to cut down the number of arrogant and shallow-minded posers who venerate all things Japanese merely because someone told them it is fashionable.
I hear Jeung Bloodrose has been to Japan. He should realize theres more to the country I have come to know than the nightclubs of the Shibuya district.
I also hear hes been studying the Korean sword-fighting art of hankumdo. I wonder if he would like to test his skills against me? Perhaps at a special event at that ridiculous Gaijin nightclub he secretly owns?
Did you know the other Tigers laughed when I first showed them my katana? Quiet little Akiko, running around chopping bad guys up with a samurai sword.
In my first fight, I took off the gun hand of a criminal just about to shoot Chiza. Three nights later, I took my first crim head. They stopped laughing then.
The Tigers are my friends, but I feel apart from them now. I only tell you this because although you are more like them than like me - I sense the hunter in you too.
I feel restless here. I think my time among the Tigers will soon be coming to an end.
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Subject Biography: Fourche Bank (Part 1)
There has been some kind of fortified outpost on or near the site of Fourche Bank almost since the foundation of San Paro. Indeed, archaeological excavations conducted a few decades ago by John Holland University, and funded by the Haverall Foundation, revealed that a fortified hill village may have existed there as far back as the late Bronze Age. To the earliest San Paro colonists, the wooden-palisade fort on the hill above them must have been a comforting site, with its commanding views overlooking the approaches to the mouth of the Nantego, but also looking inwards toward the hinterland beyond the river, and the hostile tribes hiding in the dense forests there. In times of danger, whether it came from land or water, the sentry bell - now proudly on display in the foyer of the City Council building - would be rung, and the colonists would take shelter inside the fort until danger was over.
The fort at Fourche Bank has been destroyed three times in San Paro's history, twice by wartime, and the last time barely more than a century ago, when it was stormed by an angry mob of citizens looking for redress against a recently impeached corrupt mayor who had taken shelter there. By that time, the once windswept hill that the fort was built on had long been urbanised and incorporated into the growing city. In the earliest days, the homes of wealthy San Parians were clustered round the slopes of the hill, under the walls of the fort, for protection. Even after the fort had gone, the tradition continued, and the small but select residential district, with its fine views across the city and the Nantego, has always had a quiet air of genteel exclusivity about it.
When radio arrived, the Bank became the location of the city's first main radio broadcast mast, and when war came again it was once more pressed into service, but as a radar station and military communications installation, a function it continued to serve for decades afterwards. Where there was once a watchtower looking out to sea for signs of any hostile sails on the horizon, now there was a 150 feet high radio tower, capable of eavesdropping on conversations carried by the ether from half the planet away. Technological leaps forward saw the size and complexity of the Bank's array of powerful radio masts and satellite dishes increase further - the surrounding neighbourhood was quickly nicknamed 'Microwave Heights' by those who still couldn't afford to live there - and the site was already being used as the hub for San Paro's civilian communications network several years before defence cuts and the shifting strategic situation saw the end of its use by the military. As the military moved out, the SPPD moved in, a small garrison being stationed there to safeguard the site after an opportunistic attack on it by one of the city's growing-in-confidence criminal gangs caused millions of dollars of damage and blacked out a major part of San Paro's radio, TV, phone and internet communications.
As the city's crime problem escalated, it was realised that the Bank's location - elevated, central, easily defensible - made it ideal as the staging point for an elite rapid reaction force that could be scrambled in minutes and helicopter-inserted into any sudden trouble spot around the city. Extensive work was begun on the facility - barracks, an armoury, a defensive perimeter, all constructed and ready for use - but the city's crippling budget deficit and a change of policy at the SPPD saw the plan abruptly cancelled.
Mayor Derren, several years later, brought it back to life again. The City Security Act had now been passed, and new law enforcement organisations - everything from armed neighbourhood watch groups to radical ideologues and corporate-sponsored professional mercenaries - were out on the city streets now, and problems were already becoming evident. There was friction between some of the new groups - and between the SPPD and virtually all the others - and a lack of communication and coordinated planning was already threatening to hand the initiative back to the criminals. What was needed, Derren decided, was something to ensure that all the Enforcement groups were pointing their guns in the same direction and away from each other.
Biography: Han Motor Corporation
Han Motor Corporation
The Han Motor Corporation is the fourth largest car manufacturer in the world. Currently based in Seoul, Korea, they plan to move their headquarters to Incheon by 2013, with construction beginning in 2010. The company was formed by its current CEO, Lim Seung-chul, a wealthy industrialist, and Kwan Park, a maverick auto designer from Charge National's R&D divison. Having developed a revolutionary smelting process eight years before, Seung-chul had made a fortune from patents held in the steel industry, though bad business investments and several high-profile labour disputes had ruined the fortunes of Atland Steel, his original holding company. Struggling to rebuild his personal fortune, Seung-chul took a gamble on Kwan Park's innovative automobile designs, primarily - he freely admits - because Park had recently married his daughter. The rest is history. In 1988, Han Motors entered an alliance with Cheval R.S. of France using the partnership to increase its manufacturing and distribution base. And in 1993 the company set a first year record for selling automobiles into the American market - well over 200,000 vehicles. In the last 10 years, both quality and sales have dramatically increased and the reputation of Han Motors has gone from strength to strength.
Name Stages Final Stage CHINA BLUES 4 MovingTarget WORKIN' LIKE A DOGGI 3 MovingTarget CHOP SHOP 5 TerritoryControl JUMP THE FENCE 6 MovingTarget SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS 5 Escort GET THE LOOK 5 Delivery BOMBED OUT 4 AntiGraffiti ENEMY AT THE CRATES 3 Delivery GUNS AND ROSES 6 Escort TIGERS ON PARADE 5 TerritoryControl GHOSTS OF THE PAST 4 TerritoryControl SAVING SURVEILLANCE 4 Escort THE FAST AND THE INCARCERATED 3 MovingTarget NOPE 2 DOPE 5 Escort THE DITCHED RICHES 5 Delivery MIA VICE 6 Deathmatch INTELLIGENCE GATHERING 5 Escort COLD CASE CHECK UP 4 TerritoryControl PINEAPPLE COCKTAIL 6 Delivery THE TIGER MOLE 5 TerritoryControl NO GUTS, NO GORY 7 MovingTarget GOING ALL THE WAY 3 AntiGraffiti HACK ATTACK 6 Delivery MORTARGATE 4 MovingTarget ALWAYS USE PROTECTION 7 TerritoryControl MR. & MRS. NICE 5 BombDisposal SPRAY GUN FOR HIRE 5 TerritoryControl FIRE AND BRIMSTONE 5 Deathmatch BOOKIE ON THE RUN 5 Delivery PIRACY PURGE 7 Delivery BRUSH WITH THE LAW 6 Delivery MY, GRAMMA, HOW YOUNG YOU LOOK 8 Delivery COVER UP 4 TerritoryControl DARING DEEDS 5 Deathmatch EXPLOSIVE MATERIAL 4 Delivery BUGGING OUT 4 MovingTarget CARD-HACK ARREST 7 TerritoryControl POLITICAL FAVOR 6 MovingTarget BRIDE AND BOOM 6 Delivery PR PAINTING 4 TerritoryControl TOP COP CHOP-SHOP SHOCK 7 Delivery DEFUSING THE SITUATION 3 TakeOverDeathmatch RAID AND RECOVERY 5 MovingTarget ON THE FENCE 4 TakeOverDeathmatch PICKUP PICK-UP 5 TakeOverDeathmatch THE INSIDE MAN 5 BombDisposal FEELING INSECURE 3 TakeOverDeathmatch SAFEHOUSE CALLS 4 MovingTarget URANIUM IS SHOWING 4 TakeOverDeathmatch THREATENING CALLS 5 TerritoryControl
Level Name 10 Ninja Smoke Bomb! (15 Joker Tickets)
I've heard stories of people around the city pretending to be ninja. They throw a grenade at their feet and their enemies disappear. Disgusting. Ninja should not be emulated. <col: Yellow>Kill 3 Criminals with grenades</col> and show proper use.
Kill <col: Yellow>3</col> Criminals with grenades.