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Batucada dodged the roundhouse kick coming for his head
and dropped into a rasteira, sweeping for his opponent’s leg.
This was nimbly dodged via an au cartwheel ending in the
low negative stance. Batucada had read his opponent cor-
rectly and was ready for this, planting the sole of his foot
inches from the other capoeirista’s face, a slight mischievous
grin on his face. The score made and the flow broken, another
capoeirista signaled the master and dropped into play against
Batucada. Out of the corner of his eye, however, Batucada
spied a lanky ork standing outside of the capoeira’s roda. Ba-
tucada’s grin disappeared, and he signaled to the next await-
ing player to take his place, exiting the roda.
Batucada was covered in sweat from the efforts of the ca-
poeira class and subsequent ending roda. He wiped his hands
lightly on his pure white abadá pants. He noticed they were
getting dirty. He promised himself he’d wash them soon. Lena
was sweet on him, maybe he could pay her a visit tonight. He
could get her to wash his stuff, and while he was there, who
knows what could happen …
That sweet thought quickly left his mind as he looked back
up and saw the lanky ork waiting for him. His thoughts easily
wandered after exercising, but this was serious business. He
had to keep focused. As he neared the ork, nodding at him
in greeting, he saw suspicion and anxiety covering the other
man’s face. The ork returned the nod, then turned and walked
away, indicating with his chin that Batucada should follow him.
They turned the corner of a stucco building that had once
been painted white and azure but was now pockmarked with
beige holes where the outer layer of masonry had fallen out in
chunks. The chipping clearly revealed a pattern of automatic
fire here, shotgun spread there. All the buildings in the favela
were like this.
“Oi, Tanque …” called out Batucada as his ork contact kept
leading him on into the moist alley between buildings. He
didn’t want to go into the shade shirtless and covered in sweat.
“Let’s talk here, omae,” he told him.
“Fine,” answered the ork. “If you have the information I
asked for, then I don’t want anyone hearing this, neh?”
“Yeah, yeah, there’s nobody here. I have the info, yes. You
have what I asked for” replied Batucada. He didn’t like Tan-
que. The ork didn’t have a good reputation. And he was ugly.
Tanque had been a childhood playmate, but the two had long
since gone separate ways, and Batucada felt the unfair, uncho-
sen bond of early life together forcing intimacy he didn’t want.
If one of his girlfriends saw him with the ork, it would be humil-
iating. He looked around, just to make sure. He froze.
“Wait,” he said to Tanque in a hushed whisper. Tanque read
the body language pretty well and froze.
“What is it?” asked the ork.
Batucada nodded off into the distance. “Over there, that bird …”
“Where? You think it’s DISA?” asked the ork.
Batucada didn’t answer. He stared at the bird. It was a larg-
er species, prominently sitting on a wire, with a clear view on
Malandragem
them. If he was a shapeshifter from the DISA, that’s where he
would be. Right there, with a clean view of them both.
Just then, the bird flapped its wings and flew away.
“It’s nothing,” dismissed Tanque, his tone working hard to
insinuate that Batucada was a paranoid idiot.
Anger didn’t even rise in Batucada and the ugly ork’s chal-
lenge. He’d been violently reminded that what he was doing
was no game. The stakes were real.
“Let’s just get this over with,” said Batucada in a low voice.
He clicked a few buttons on the Sony ActiveLife! sports
commlink secured to his wrist, transferring the files to Tanque.
“I wrote down what you needed. You want to talk to Toneai.
I spoke to him, he’s interested in your offer. When you meet
him, if he likes you, you’ll be in.”
Tanque nodded, receiving the files. “Just to be absolutely
sure—Toneai, he’s the one connected to A Voz?”
Batucada frowned. “Yes, what the fuck do you think we’re
talking about?” Really, Tanque was too much.
“Nothing,” answered Tanque, his voice strange. Before Ba-
tucada’s look of disgust could change into a question, Tanque
raised a silenced pistol as Batucada’s face and fired. The capoe-
irista’s head jerked back violently and he fell backwards. Tan-
que fired two more rounds into him.
Looking around the corner of his eyes for any sign of a wit-
ness rushing off or anything like that, Tanque unscrewed the
silencer from his pistol, putting the weapon back into his
quick-draw holster and dropping the silencer into his pocket.
He looked down one last time at the bloody corpse at his
feet. His mouth squirmed into a tight grimace. Batucada wasn’t
a bad guy. Bit of an asshole playboy, but relatively friendly at
his core. He was just dumb as shit. Whereas Batucada had
concentrated on playing and getting girls, Tanque has found
real purpose with the Amazonian government. Batucada had
feared DISA, like everyone does, but he had failed to under-
stand the bigger picture. Batucada might have thought flirting
with A Voz was something cool to do, but it was deadly seri-
ous. Now, Batucada was dead, as ordered by Tanque’s superi-
ors at DISA, as was the proper fate of anyone who associated
with traitors.
Tanque hurried away into the shadows. Batucada’s file gave
him everything he needed. He’d make arrangements with
some DISA field agents to raid the meeting place Tanque had
given him, tonight. He didn’t doubt the fate that awaited any
present. The senior field agents—shapeshifters, of course—
would tear everyone present apart, save for a few they would
bag and interrogate before killing. Tanque’s heart beat a little
faster at the thought. He’d done good work. Maybe he would
be allowed to go in with the agents during the raid. Maybe
tonight was the night he’d be truly able to prove his loyalty
and his strength, and they’d promote him to a full field agent.
Tanque smiled and dreamed as he walked on. Batucada has
been worried about a bird. He squinted so hard at the threat of
death that he missed it rushing into his face.
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HISTORY
GENESIS
More than any other place, Metrópole is a city caged by its
past and its future. To understand the place, you have to under-
stand where it came from, and where it is going. The beginning
is August 28, 2034. The Awakened forces of Amazonia, led by
the Great Dragon Hualpa, declared war on Brazil. Now, this has
to be contextualized. At this point in time, the UCAS is a mere
two years old and still coming to grips with itself. In Europe, a
devastating war raged on. Of course, by now everyone knows
the rules of the world have changed: the Great Ghost Dance is
fresh in everyone’s mind. Further, just a few years ago, Awak-
ened forces wrested control of Siberia away from the Russian
state. So, when Awakened forces that dwarf anything anyone
has ever seen rise up out of every nook and cranny of Brazil to
wage merciless war, the rest of the world looks sideways while
whistling a tune. Brazilians are left to fend for themselves. Of
course, they don’t stand a chance.
The Brazilian Armed Forces consisted of roughly 300,000
active men and women, with easily six times that number in
additional reservists and National Guard. It also included plen-
ty of main battle tanks, fighter jets, attack helicopters, and all
the other required engines of war. The Brazilian Army was also
quite skilled in jungle warfare and guerrilla tactics. However,
that doesn’t mean much when a squadron of adult dragons,
whose magical nature is still not well understood, swoops out
of nowhere undetected and nukes your barracks. Or when the
very ground you stand upon—the forest that surrounds you
and the air you breathe—are the domains of spirits that your
weapons largely cannot hurt, but who in turn can destroy en-
tire platoons in an instant. There is no front; no rear lines. Sup-
ply lines cannot be protected. There is nothing to fight, yet you
are attacked from everywhere.
Two months after the start of hostilities, the Brazilian
government surrendered unconditionally. To what, they still
weren’t sure. Amazonian propaganda, of course, now labels
this as a great liberation. And, truth be told, the Brazilian gov-
ernment at the time wasn’t exactly loved. Most Brazilians lived
in poverty, many in complete misery. The disparity between
rich and poor was staggering. There is a world of difference,
though, between a corrupt government of greedy bastards
and a giant lizard monster thing that has spent the last two
months eating your nation’s soldiers. People wept in the streets
and clutched loved ones, awaiting their fates.
Hualpa did not, however, kill and destroy everything, much
to his friend Sirrurg’s chagrin. Powered by an intellect far more
powerful and effective than any human politician will ever
wield, Hualpa set in motion great changes. Brazil, a nation just
shy of 200 million souls at the time, was ordered to empty
out the interior. The entire population of the country would
need to move to the coast. Hualpa decreed that the zone be-
tween Rio de Janeiro (population: about 12 million) and Sao
Paulo (population: 18 million) would become a mega sprawl
History
and receive the bulk of citizens: the new Metrópole da Ama-
zonia. And that was it. No negotiation, no protests. Either you
moved, or you would be killed.
Perhaps 150 million Brazilians were now refugees, evicted
from their homes, their jobs, and their lives. Evicted and point-
ed toward cities with slumped economies, cities that already
were failing to provide a decent quality of life for their exist-
ing citizens. Everything these people knew, all their posses-
sions, all their friends, their daily routines, the cities they knew
and called home—gone, in the blink of an eye. Understand-
ably, this did not go over well. Hualpa understood the human
mind perfectly well, of course. He understood there would be
resistance. You could say he didn’t care, but that’s not quite
true. If he truly didn’t care, Metrópole would not exist today.
The mind-boggling logistical feat of actually moving 150 mil-
lion people was child’s play compared to the task of creating
some place for these people to go. The basic infrastructure
needed to be built, often from whole cloth. Homes for 150
million people, new roads, hospitals, schools, sewers, mar-
kets, everything was erected quickly, in some cases practically
over night. Yet again, another feat made seemingly trivial by
the real challenge: avoiding a complete and total economic
collapse. Hualpa wasn’t out to destroy Brazil. He was out to
create Amazonia.
Brazil’s own finances were far from rosy. The new Awak-
ened government defaulted on the national debt, since Brazil
was gone; this was now Amazonia. Call it what you will, inter-
national money lenders lost a lot of money. Under other cir-
cumstances, this would have been a first-class ticket to third-
world nationhood.
Instead, powered by his unknowingly vast draconic intel-
lect, Hualpa led the greatest nation-building feat of the world
and built Metrópole and Amazonia. Without foreign currency
reserves, an economy stopped dead as the entire inland nation
stopped working to move, and the coast working to accommo-
date the influx, many doomed the budding nation to failure. But
Hualpa secured funding—much of it out of the personal hoards
of the draconic leadership, some through crafty dealmaking.
Work efficiency was greatly boosted by copious magical feats.
Within eighteen months, Metrópole, and by extent Amazonia,
was rising out of the ashes of Brazil. Infrastructure came out of
nowhere, jobs appeared, and homes sprang up.
> Whoa there. If you were a Matrix software engineer, and now
Hualpa says there are plenty of jobs for electricians, how does
that help you? As has been mentioned, Brazil was a place of great
social inequality, which means a huge chunk of those displaced
people were unskilled or semi-skilled laborers. This limited what
they could do; it was the same with specialists, really. Creating
jobs is one thing. Creating the right jobs and making them
accessible to the right people is another. The truth of the matter
is that tens of thousands of families sank to poverty because they
could not find work that suited them, and tens of thousands of
budding business tanked because they could not gain access to
the labor they needed.
> Axis Mundi
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> This is why the arcology model was so privileged during the
construction of Metrópole, especially in the new Centro district.
It’s a dirty little secret of Metrópole’s inception, but much like
Hong Kong or Manhattan, Metrópole is almost entirely private.
Hualpa did miracles with the little money available, but even that
wasn’t enough to build a megacity of 100+ million people. You
need trillions of nuyen to do that. Amazonia had no choice but to
privatize and sell off land to whomever promised to build on it.
> Sounder
> If that sounds like every corporation’s wet dream, you’re damn
right it is. There were millions of people desperate to secure
good housing for their families at any cost. Lowest bidders got
the jobs and housing, indebting themselves and their families for
generations to come. Wage-slavery at its most successful, right
in the heart of the supposed anti-corporate, pro-people nation of
Amazonia. Don’t believe all the hype.
> Snopes
These feats bought Hualpa a lot of goodwill from his new
subjects. Things were notably different. Pollution was a big no-
no. Heavy industry and primary-sector enterprises had to take
an adapt-or-die (often literally) mentality to do business, de-
veloping and adopting eco-friendly technologies in a hurry. A
lot was imported from the fledgling NAN and newborn elf na-
tions, who had a head start on environmentally friendly tech-
niques and technology. However, none of these new lands
had the pressure of great dragons breathing down their necks,
and so Amazonia pioneered many new innovations. Powered
by sheer necessity and aided by Hualpa, who needed this to
succeed, fueled by hard labor and more than a touch of magic
provided by their Awakened overlords, Metrópole was built.
AZTLAN
The very existence of Amazonia is an affront to Aztlan, and
vice-versa. It is said the only reason Amazonia exists is to
stop Aztlan expansion to the south. Indeed, if Hualpa hadn’t
created it, in all likelihood all of South America would be part
of the Aztlan empire. The two nations truly exist only as ene-
mies, an antithesis of one another.
For a long time, the two nations faced off in a cold war that
occasionally heated, then cooled back down. They fought
each other via black ops and proxies, supporting any enemy of
their enemy. Late in 2072, however, everything changed and
open war broke out, nominally over the city of Bogota. Both
sides fought viciously, but ultimately, Amazonia lost. Bogota
is now officially an Aztlan city, and the Amazonian border was
pushed back a good bit. Ultimately, as far as day-to-day Ama-
zonian life is concerned, that stuff is no big deal. The loss of
morale and the loss of belief from Amazonians hurt a bit more.
The biggest blows, however, were the defeat of Sirrurg and the
subsequent cloistering of Hualpa along with his top draconic
adjuncts: Marcela Ruiz, the nation’s top diplomat, and Maria
Aztlan
Locasin, Hualpa’s personal translator and important political
figure. In essence, Amazonia lost its topmost leadership.
While the state appears to be functioning as normal, the
disappearance of the country’s leader—a spiritual father-fig-
ure leader for many—has been a tough and confusing blow
for Amazonians. Nobody in Amazonia believes Aztlan is go-
ing to stop there, and many wonder if Amazonian forces will
be able to stop them at all. This has created a blanket of fear
and confusion over the city. While the number-one subject
of conversation remains football, Aztlan conspiracy theories
and wild rumors are a close second. How people react to this
varies. Many are patriotic, and enlistment in the armed forces
has gone up slightly. Most are unsure but ultimately apathetic.
On the other side of the spectrum though, many wonder if
life under Aztlan rule would be any worse than under Manaus’
inhuman leaders. Many believe now is the time to overthrow
the dragons and take back Brazil. Metrópole is ground zero for
all this conflicting activity.
> Discussing politics in Metrópole is a dangerous thing. First of all,
everybody touts a patriotic, pro-government stance in public, no
matter what they really believe. That’s because DISA hunts down
traitors. While the majority of Amazonians truly love their country
and what it stands for, a significant portion are simmering in
discontent and desire for change, their sympathies firmly aligned
with extremist groups like A Voz. DISA can repress all they want,
but people find a way to gather and communicate. Secret societies
and double-meanings are plentiful in the streets of Amazonia,
and determining where the people you do business with stand is
important. Determining where you stand is important, too. It will
come up, sooner or later. You will need to pick a side.
> Kay St. Irregular
METRÓPOLE
With almost 200 million souls, Metrópole is best considered
as not one but three large cities. When Hualpa’s forces de-
cided that the interior of the country wasn’t for people,
Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paulo were already bristling dens of
inequality of more or less 10 million inhabitants each. That
still left about 180 million people without homes and jobs.
While both the Rio and Sao Paulo hubs were boosted to cre-
ate more living space, the vast majority of Brazilians ended
up in the area between the two metropolises, an area known
simply as Centro. Each of these three broad cities is a world
of cultural diversity and amalgamation of sub-districts; each
has their own flavor and sense of living. However, it would
be pointlessly long to enumerate every single neighborhood,
as this is a treatise for shadowrunners. So I’ll be giving you
a general sense of the dominant culture of each sub-city, as
well as pointing your attention to the more interesting places
of each area.
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FACTS AT A GLANCE
Population: 188,736,519
Human: 31%
Elf: 16%
Dwarf: 14%
Ork: 25%
Troll: 6%
Other: 8%
Per Capita Income: 13,786¥
Estimated SINless: 8%
Below Poverty Level: 26%
Corporate Affiliation: 12%
> For those of you keeping score at home, that’s over 15 million
“other” beings. We’re talking nagas, centaurs, shapeshifters
of all kinds (the biggest sub-group, by far), dracoforms,
sasquatch, free spirits, and tons of other stuff. The “other”
category only contains the type of “other” more or less
globally recognized. If it were up to Amazonia, they’d also
count a whole lot of other stuff in their population numbers.
> 2XL
GETTING
IN & OUT
Travel to Amazonia does not require a visa for most coun-
tries. The major exception to this is, unsurprisingly, Aztlaners.
While Aztlaners are not outright banned from entering the
country, quite a bit of paperwork is involved and only a limit-
ed number are allowed each year. It goes without saying, any
shadowrunner looking to come in should use anything other
than an Aztechnology or Aztlaner SIN and do their best not
to look Aztlaner nor speak with an Aztlan accent.
> Well, yes and no. Amazonia isn’t simply being paranoid here,
Aztlan does have spy networks inside the city. If you have a
marker to call in with Aztlan or Aztechnology, you might be able
to get them to hook you up with their underground network to get
you in the city. They’ll probably ask you to bring something in for
their agents as well while you’re at it (gear, sensitive information,
etc.), but it might be an option worth considering. Whatever you
do, do not get caught coming in though.
> Marcos
Metrópole is served by three major international airports.
Travelers can land in Rio de Janeiro, São Paulo, or Centro. Sao
Paulo is by far the biggest and busiest of the three. There are
other smaller airports that can receive regional flights, though
these are no less scrutinized. In any case, so long as you’re
Getting In & Out
TEMPERATURE
Metrópole is a pretty comfortable place year-round in terms of
temperature (mid-teens in the winter and high twenties Celsius in
the summer), being treated as a Mild environment for Fatigue tests.
However, Metrópole tends to be pretty humid and muggy most
of the time, at least sixty percent and up to one hundred percent
relative humidity most of the time, generally counting as a High
humidity environment. Thus, per the Fatigue rules (p. 172, SR5, and
p. 146, Run & Gun) character must take a Fatigue test every 3 hours
from the heat and high humidity, and, should the characters not
hydrate themselves properly, a first Fatigue test for Dehydration
after 4 hours with subsequent tests every 3 hours under non-
strenuous conditions.
not an Aztlaner, Amazonia doesn’t care much if you come into
their country.
Coming in from the interior is quite difficult. Amazonia is
one gigantic jungle of murderous fauna and flora. Anyone with
the idea of crossing over the border from a nearby nation and
trekking through land routes will almost certainly never be
heard from again, unless they stick to the few well-established
routes or get help from local guides. Some of these guides are
metatype who have no respect for nuyen, so you may well
have to get creative in what you offer to obtain their help.
Along with legally flying in, coming in by boat is another
good option, especially is you need to bring in heavier equip-
ment and/or need to come in completely illegally, and using
forged SINs isn’t an option. In such circumstances, it might be
tempting to consider hopping in a smuggler’s Cessna or a can-
opy-grazing T-bird, but Amazonians are on the lookout for Az-
tlan intrusions, and this will pretty much look exactly like that.
The good news is that Amazonia only has a few SAM sites to
shoot you down with. The bad news is that they prefer to use
dragons, wyverns, and spirits for that sort of thing.
This means coming in via the ocean may be the best option.
The coast is patrolled, of course, but there are good smugglers
who should be able to get you ashore without too much dif-
ficulty. One can land surreptitiously on the coast outside of
the Metrópole sprawl and trek the rest of the way from there,
or attempt landing directly in the city, thought this may draw
more attention and require extra bribes to get you through.
Getting around the city may or may not be complex. Long
distances, say, between the Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro poles,
is actually quite speedy. The rich and important have access
to helicopters, LAVs, or small-plane shuttle rides between the
various sectors. For everyone else, there is a high-speed rail
that links the various districts along a nice, straight axis cutting
across all of Metrópole. There are also highways connecting all
the districts together that are remarkably good, though during
the night they become go-gang turf, so things get spotty.
> There are two ways to deal with those gangs, depending on what
they want. One option is to pay them off, which works best if they
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Getting In & Out 7
 are serious about making money. But for thrill gangs looking to
get their rocks off by terrorizing motorists, well, just show them
that tangling with shadowrunners is a bad idea, and they will back
off quick enough.
> Balladeer
The irony of Amazonian logistics makes itself apparent
when you merely need to travel a short distance. Sub-city travel
is served by main thoroughfares, but beyond that, it’s a night-
mare. Streets are crammed with debris, people, and the make-
shift shelters of the homeless. Relatively uncluttered streets are
perpetually jammed with traffic. This is made worse by Amazo-
nians’ tendency to park their cars everywhere—and to double
park anywhere. There actually is a GridGuide (it’s called ViaMet-
ro here), but it is essentially useless. Again, the rich make their
way around town via point-to-point air travel. Metrópole has
the most private helicopters of any city in the world.
> This is important to know if you are in the booming talent
extraction business. VIPs are seldom truly vulnerable. They live
in secure enclaves, they commute via air travel, and they work
in secure facilities. If they go for a night out, they will still use a
helicopter.
> Hard Exit
> One man’s difficulties are one hacker or rigger’s opportunity.
> Rigger X
> Since Metrópole is such a huge and demanding market for air
travel, manufacturers produce vehicles with far more advanced
bells and whistles than you might be used to seeing, with a lot of
those new gadgets being security features. Don’t think because
you have a hacker or a rigger that can hijack the controls that the
challenge ends there.
> DangerSensei
> Let’s not forget about flying critters. You can’t hack those. While I
have yet to meet a VIP that flies to work atop a dragon, the dragon
itself (or any number of sentient flying critters) might be your
extraction target.
> Stone
> An exec flying to work atop a dragon would be pretty fucking epic.
> Slamm-0!
CULTURE
Culture is one thing Metrópole has in spades. A lot has
changed in the forty years since Brazil was clawed asunder
and reshaped into Amazonia, but many things remain. First
and foremost, no matter what happens to them, Amazon-
ians will always be football (soccer to many North Americans)
fans. It remains a national obsession. There are several ma-
jor stadiums, including the gigantic Novo Maracanã stadium
with its half-million seating capacity, and countless smaller
Culture
community fields. Of course, to almost every child, anywhere
is a football field. If you want to make any sort of connec-
tions, you better brush up on your football. If you can mean-
ingfully talk about it, every pub in the city has people that will
want to talk to you.
The other world-famous tradition is, of course, Carnival. If
anything, every year it gets bigger and bigger. Carnival occurs
immediately before the Christian Lent period, so that places
it typically in February (let’s not forget that Amazonia is in the
Southern Hemisphere, which means February is in the middle
of summer). This euphoric frenzy of partying, dancing, cos-
tumes, colors, sounds, and light is something to behold. Even
the Awakened critters have gotten into it, joining in to display
their own unique plumages and furs. It’s quite something to
see a normally grave feathered serpent cut loose and move
spastically to display its shimmering multi-colored plumage.
> Carnival is not just pleasure; it’s also business. It is a multi-billion
nuyen industry attracting all the big players in the entertainment
industry. Where there are billions of nuyen, there are shadowruns.
Espionage and sabotage is a big thing; so are dirty tricks during the
negotiation process to get exclusivity deals and that sort of thing.
> Mr. Bonds
> Even if you’re staying out of that kind of work, if you’ve got
chummers at samba schools in the favelas, they might hit you up
for favors this time of year. Espionage and sabotage between rival
samba schools is very common and can get dirty. You’d think it’s
all for fun, but the gangs get involved in that stuff too, and bruised
egos can lead to real feuds and bloodshed. There is definitely a
seedy underbelly to Carnival. Of the less-fun type of seedy, not
the good kind.
> 2XL
Those constants aside, Amazonians are very different from
who their Brazilian parents and grandparents were. There is
a certain polarization of society in regards to what Amazo-
nia stands for, meaning preservation of the environment and
Awakened issues. This polarization is directly related to where
one’s family ended up following the government relocation
program. If things ended up well for you and you are comfort-
ably middle-class, then you probably believe in Amazonia’s
fight for global environmental stewardship, the protection of
Mother Nature, and the inclusion of sentient critters in society.
If, however, your family lost everything and you live in a favela
and work a body-and-soul-crushing, seventy-hour work week
of less-than-minimum wage in a sweatshop, you probably hate
Amazonia with a fiery passion. Maybe you hate Amazonia even
more than you hate Aztlan, and that’s saying something. As you
will see, this internal malaise is an important part of Metrópole
that may severely impact the city’s future and your time there.
Despite everything, Metrópole’s citizens remain a laid-
back, festive bunch. People go out, talk, and socialize. They
party, they dance, they dance some more, and then they party
some more. Nothing is ever that serious. Most things can wait
to be fixed tomorrow.
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> One other thing that hasn’t changed is “Brazilian time.” Nothing
starts on time in Metrópole. Any sort of meeting or scheduled
event will start late, typically in the range of one to three hours.
When you arrange a meeting time with a contact, only start
thinking you’re being stood up after three hours have passed.
Bring something to read.
> Cosmo
> Be careful about hasty generalization and stereotypes. Metrópole
has a higher population than most countries. Cultural diversity is
huge, and there are millions of corporate citizens that are closer to
their corporate culture than the city their physical bodies happen
to be located in. Do not show up late with a meeting with a MCT
Johnson because you think she’s a laid back carioca. She isn’t.
> Dr. Spin
THE ECONOMY
As has been repeated a few times by now, Metrópole is an in-
credibly vast megasprawl, bigger than many European coun-
tries. The economic output of Metrópole is comparable to
the GDP of many nations. It is a well-known fact that Amazo-
nia is a tad touchy about natural exploitation, but this is often
misunderstood. In many countries, the corporations delight
in painting Amazonia as a giant jungle where humans are
killed on the spot for chopping down a tree. The facts aren’t
quite so simple.
The Awakened government of Amazonia can be under-
stood to be taking affirmative action in the environment’s fa-
vour. Truthfully, the problem is that metahuman activity has
gone unchecked for too long, to the point where the concept
of achieving a natural equilibrium between our needs and the
environment—sustainable practices, essentially—is a long for-
gotten concept. So it’s not that Amazonia fundamentally be-
lieves all humans must be eradicated in favour of a pristine lush
green planet—it is simply that, for now, the balance must be
tilted more toward the environment in order to counter the
decades of unchecked abuse the Gaiasphere has suffered.
As such, the need for metahuman industry is understood.
Primary sector activity—mining, lumber jacking, agriculture—
are necessary. However, that doesn’t mean highly destructive
processes like strip mining are the answer. Thus, it is a fact that
a large part of Amazonia’s economy comes from resource har-
vesting. Iron ore, bauxite and tin top the list, mined by corpor-
ations who must mandatorily be headquartered in Metrópole.
This is a requirement that comes up a lot in Amazonia. En-
vironmental laws in Amazonia are exceptionally strict. In or-
der to ensure corporations abide by them, many industries are
required by law to be operated by a corporation registered in
Amazonia, with at least fifty-one percent ownership by Ama-
zonians. Further, these companies must maintain physical of-
fices in Metrópole. The city of Metrópole da Amazonia has a
special status within the country, serving as a sort of special
economic zone. The cost of doing business in Amazonia is
The Economy
ranked one of the highest in the world—except in Metrópole,
where it is on par with such corporate havens as Hong Kong
and Manhattan. So long as the ground rules are obeyed, Ama-
zonia directly interferes little in the affairs of corporations.
> In regards to the fifty-one percent Amazonian ownership rule—
don’t worry too much about that. It doesn’t mean you’re not going
to see your favorite Big Ten (well, except for Aztechnology). It just
means they do business as “Ares Amazonia” instead of “Ares.” The
parent megacorporation typically owns the forty-nine percent,
with a local web of local investors—banks, holding corporations,
etc.—owning the majority share Those investors in turn are often
indirectly wholly owned by the parent megacorps.
> Mr. Bonds
> Uh, so, what the hell is the point of the rule then?
> Chainmaker
> The point is a modicum of regional buy-in, and it eliminates the
extraterritoriality clauses the megas enjoy elsewhere. To meet the
rules, the megacorps have to get Amazonian citizens involved
somewhere in there. These Amazonian investors thus become
incredibly wealthy. This keeps some of the money here, and, in
theory, these citizens will hold Amazonian values to heart and
thus act in such a way as to regulate the corporation’s unchecked
greed. In practice, well, I suppose it’s better than nothing at all, but
not by much.
> Mr. Bonds
The bread and butter of Metrópole’s economy is in the
dull but steady business of textiles, apparel manufacturing,
shoes, that sort of thing, along with ore transformation, mak-
ing steel, cement, plasteel, etc. It’s not sexy, but it pays the
bills, giving jobs to millions of unskilled and semi-skilled
workers in the megasprawl.
> We’re talking some of the worst sweat shops in the world here,
where child labor is alive and well. This is the daily hell of millions
of Amazonians, toiling in abhorrent conditions for just enough
nuyen to stay alive.
> Marcos
Luckily for shadowrunners, aside for these industries of
daily grind, Metrópole is ground zero for the industries known
to employ the most deniable of assets to serve their cutthroat
business practices. First up is the aerospace industry. Prior to
the Amazonian revolt, Brazil was a world leader in the aero-
space industry thanks to Embraer. Aztechnology, back when it
was ORO, bought up Embraer, and then things got dicey when
the dragons took over. With a lot of skilled people but no real
employers, other corporations took notice and moved some
of their aerospace subsidiaries in. Even Embraer eventually
came back, though Amazonia made sure a convoluted web of
ownership kept Aztechnology proper far enough away. In any
case, there is no industry in the world more ravenous in its de-
mand of shadowrunners than the aerospace industry, where
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each individual contract is measured in the billions of nuyen.
Spying, sabotage, theft of prototypes; this is what shadowrun-
ners live for, and it goes flying every which way in Metrópole
(pun intended).
Next up are the two sociopathic siblings, pharmaceuticals
and cosmetics. Again, while harvesting practices are tightly
regulated, we are far from talking about a ban on the exploit-
ation of the Amazon. With thousands of known plants, Awak-
ened or not, andnew drugs with near-miraculous properties
being discovered every day, Amazonia is the capital of drug
research. And where there are pharmaceuticals, there is the
dark stain of metahuman vanity, cosmetics. Plants to firm up
your skin, make you more beautiful longer and make your farts
smell like strawberries, you name it. Both of these industries
share the same over-the-top cutthroat mentality to business.
For as long as they have been around, messing with their rivals
has been the norm. However, even amongst the soulless cor-
porate world, these two industries are known to be extreme.
They’ll murder each other’s personnel, poison products des-
tined for the public to generate bad press, destroy research
into cures on the verge of helping millions of people, etc. The
pay is good, but it takes especially black-hearted shadowrun-
ners to get into that.
Finally, it is worth discussing Metrópole’s huge Matrix ser-
vices sector, mostly situated in the Sao Paulo side. Metrópole
is one of the world’s leading providers in various Matrix servi-
ces. This ranges from software development companies of all
stripes and sizes, to infrastructure services to security special-
ists. Most people will never know nor care, but a lot of the time,
when they are on the Matrix, the hosts they are visiting are ac-
tually servers run and maintained in Metrópole. The software
inside your smartgun was very possibly coded in Metrópole.
From a shadowrunner perspective, this means a lot. The
Matrix will always be important, and so opportunities run from
extracting key geniuses to day trips into the city to facilitate
direct-connection host hacks, to good old data thefts of cut-
ting edge projects. Also, on the flip side, Metrópole has a large
and thriving hacker community. technomancers are more
commonly found here, as the Amazonian natural tolerance
of all things Awakened and incomprehensible means there is
much less persecution than anywhere else. Corporations still
look at technomancers like they are the Four Horsemen, but
everyday people don’t quite fear them as much.
NEIGHBORHOODS
RIO DE JANEIRO
If all you picture is sunshine, beaches and bikinis when you
think of Rio, you can be forgiven. The truth isn’t far off. Rio
de Janeiro remains a tourist friendly area, bringing in both
money and good PR for Amazonia. It is a truism that cariocas,
as residents of Rio are called, are free-spirited partiers.
Along the waterfront, and about six or seven blocks deep
from there, Rio is all glass skyscraper or historical colonial archi-
Neighborhoods
tecture. This is a mix of condominium and corporate-friendly
hotels. All over the world, nothing keeps a good little corpor-
ate drone happier than an all-expenses paid trip to one of Rio’s
beachside resorts. Thousands of hot corporate resources: ec-
centric scientists, brilliant engineers, one-of-a-kind marketing
gurus and up-and-coming managers fly to Rio for vacation.
Rio is one of the world’s most thriving markets in terms of
extraction work, whether that is on the extracting side or the
security detail side. The local talent pool can’t meet demand,
and Mr. Johnsons are always flying in foreign teams to perform
jobs on both sides of the fence. Some crews do so well here
that they never leave. The scene is so desperate for talent that
one crew can work to extract a VIP from the clutches of an em-
ployer one week, only to find themselves hired the next week
to re-extract that very same person. Interestingly, corps do not
hold a grudge. People flow back and forth between the corps
so fast that last week’s extraction is ancient history by the time
a new batch of travelers arrives the following week.
> That’s a bit of an exaggeration. It’s true the market doesn’t bear
a grudge—if you play it clean and professional. Make a mess,
and you won’t be working Rio very long. Plus, some people are
worth more than others. You can swap scientists all month long,
but when suddenly you nab that one irreplaceable guy, you’ll
suddenly find that cozy Rio market to be a double-edged sword.
There’ll be no shortage of recovery teams gunning for your
bounty, and all your friends are gonna sell you out.
> Hard Exit
> You need better friends.
> Chainmaker
Not all your marks are going to be outsiders, though. We
all know about that statistic of one percent of people being
super-rich, right? Well, in a city of 200 million, that translates
to a whopping two million people. While this elite crust of
Metrópole is scattered all over, most of them want a beach-
front pad to land in when they get tired of fucking the little
people over and need a place to kick up their feet. This little
community of super-rich elites funds its own segment of shad-
ow activity all by itself. Rules and laws don’t apply to these
people. They need resourceful people who don’t let little
things like the law get in their way. They need people to kidnap
each other, murder each other, steal stuff from each other and
Ghost knows what else their sociopathic minds can come up
with. If you have few moral scruples about taking work from
people that have lost any sort of moral compass, then what
can I say, the pay is good and you will be exposed to luxury
like you have never imagined before. You’ve been warned.
> Leblon is one of those neighborhoods that attracts most of these
super-rich. One tip, though, there are more corpsec VIP protection
guys per square meter there than anywhere else in the city. They
are proactive in their defense and can spot a shadowrunner casing
a job a mile away. If you have business in Leblon, stay away until
the last minute. Otherwise, you’ll tip your hand. Yes, this makes
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 preparing for that run especially difficult; but you didn’t think they
>
were paying this well because it was easy, did you?
Fiancetto
However, deeper in Rio and beyond what is Rio proper is a
massive sprawling morass of suburban slums. Rio is hilly terrain,
and house after house is built on the grade, inexorably going
up until the ground is too steep to build anything. But let me
tell you, it takes a while before Cariocas admit civil engineering
defeat at the hands of the hills. People will pile on structures,
precariously perched on the flanks of the hills. Overall, the city
is a maze of proportions a foreigner cannot imagine. People can
live their whole lives without ever leaving a dozen block radius.
While Hualpa’s great transformation of Brazil into Amazonia
rearranged society and made an effort to bridge the great so-
cial inequality that existed, it is far from true that this affected
everyone. The Rio favelas still contain millions of people, most
of them SINless, never accounted for by the Amazonian gov-
ernment living in deep poverty. Many of these are people that
did not submit to the government’s great censuses, not trust-
ing any government to count them (or census takers lacked
the courage to go into the slums—or they had it, went in, and
never came back out). There are people here who are largely
unaware of what their government is. All they know is their
slum and which gang controls it today.
> There are two places in the world where one can hide something
so it can’t be found again. One of those is deep in Amazonia’s
living jungles. The other is in Metrópole’s teeming slums.
> Am-mut
The crushing weight of humanity living in such conditions
breeds dangerous infections. There are some nasty diseases
that fester in those open pools of waste and dumpster-like
sanitary conditions. No vaccine in the world can protect you
against some of the stuff brewing there. The infant mortality
rate is thought to be the highest in the world in those slums.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, a few radical eco-terrorist groups use
these Metrópole slums as focus of their rage and an example
of why humanity must be destroyed. It is the favorite punch-
ing-bag of GreenWar, one of the most dangerously radical
eco-terrorist outfits in the world. The group is held responsible
for the death of tens of thousands of people by now. But even
as some of their plans succeed—and end up poisoning entire
neighborhoods and killing whole districts full of families—the
vacated space is simply moved into by residents of the over-
crowded surrounding areas.
> Of course, this frustrates GreenWar to no end. They keep coming
up with deadlier attack scenarios. By now, slum-dwellers are
universally weary of eco-terrorists. If you’re a shadowrunner with
business in the slums, I advise you that, no matter what, make
sure nobody points at you and yells “GreenWar!” There aren’t
enough bullets in the world to protect you from the lynching
coming your way if that happens.
> Ecotope
Neighborhoods
DISEASES IN METRÓPOLE
Metrópole’s decaying slums are home to diseases and illnesses
that are largely thought nonexistent elsewhere in the modern world.
While rare and exotic pathogens like Cryptococcus Metaformans
Awakened mushrooms (Bullets and Bandages, p. 20) are an ever-
present danger, simple diseases like typhoid and cholera, due to
poor sanitation, are much more common threat. Gamemasters
can use the statistics below to represent these kinds of bacterial
infections:
Bacterial Infection
Vector: Ingestion (contaminated food or water)
Speed: 1 day (30)
Penetration: 0
Power: 3
Nature: Bacterial
Effects: Nausea, Stun Damage
A catch-all term for a number of nasty bacterial infections one
can catch from poor sanitary conditions, typically by ingesting
food or water that has come into contact with the feces of
another infected individual. The infected character must roll a
Toxin Resistance test every day for thirty days. Most medkits
(Rating 2 and above) contain antibiotics that can be used to treat
the infection. Care in a proper medical facility as well as certain
spells can also quickly stop the infection. Under these condition,
the infection immediately stops; the character needs only to rest
to heal any incurred damage. If, however, the character is stuck
without proper care, things can get ugly. Without proper care, the
character is incapable of healing any Stun damage while infected.
Stun damage incurred due to this infection’s Power will continue
to pile up, continuing on into Physical overflow until the thirty days
have passed, or the character dies, whichever comes first.
PLACES OF INTEREST,
MOVERS AND SHAKERS
GRAND PALM HOTEL
Rio’s hotel industry is dominated by the same soulless and
forgettable experience of the cardboard cut-out corporate
hotels lining Rio’s beaches. Few independent hotels survive
for long. The Grand Palm Hotel is probably the best of the
lot, and a favourite of the understated scene. It is unclear
who actually owns the Grand Palm or how long it has been in
business. Some say before Amazonia, some say it is far more
recent. In any case, the hotel itself seems timeless. The air is
still and heavy, circulated only by large ceiling fans. Guests all
end up at the bar, the only real source of refreshment. Mous-
tachioed bartenders in white linen suits mix the best caipirin-
has and mojitos in town, with a fine rum collection second to
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none. The Grand Palm is a favourite staying place of a certain
kind of Mr. Johnson, as well as the occasional shadowrunner.
Evenings are filled with discreet bossa nova or piano music,
perfect for discussing business over a drink.
> There’s something more to this place. There is a vibe when
you’re in there, like you left Metrópole and are somewhere else,
or perhaps more accurately somewhen else. It is true the entire
building is heavily warded from the outside. You’re either inside,
or you’re outside. No peeking.
> Elijah
> I met an old, homeless man once, his face lined and creased from
years in the sun. His aura told me he was Awakened, though I’m
not sure he knew what that meant. I asked him for directions to
the Grand Palm Hotel, and he laughed a dry, coughing laugh. He
told me the Grand Palm Hotel goes where it wants to go, and you’ll
find it if it wants you to. I’ve stayed there a dozen times since, and I
swear it’s always been at the same spot. I can tell you the address,
right now. But if you ask me what is next to it, or what’s across the
street from it, and I can’t come up with an answer.
> Axis Mundi
OS DISCIPULOS
DE CRISTO O REDENTOR
Since the Awakening, the area around the statue of Christ
the Redeemer, the iconic one of Jesus with the outstretched
arms, has been swathed in unstable astral space that sim-
mers, boils, crackles and tears with very real and fatal conse-
quences to the physical world around it. This astral phenom-
enon has of course attracted a lot of attention from scholars
and researchers of the astral space, though the whole thing
remains under the tight scrutiny of the Amazonian govern-
ment, who insist that such a phenomenon must be treated
with respect.
INCOMING MESSAGE
Oi, beleza? I have clients looking for a team willing to acquire a
certain artifact said to exhibit abnormal properties when near the
Cristo o Redentor phenomenon. My clients think this thing could be
the key to unlocking the whole thing. They just need to borrow it, but
its Amazonian custodians just aren’t sharing, know what I mean? Is
it really breaking the law when we’re talking about such significant
scientific progress? Well, yes, it probably is. But that’s why they are
going to pay you big bucks. Drop me a line and we’ll set it up. Já é!
Neighborhoods
So, while researchers may be limited by Amazonian red
tape, that hasn’t stopped people from getting ideas of their
own about the meaning of such a thing. The Disciples of Christ
the Redeemer are one such group. They have a permanent
camp nestled in the slums built up into the northern side of
the hill, though many followers live elsewhere, only to come
congregate every Sunday for the pilgrimage up the hill and
subsequent sermon near the statue.
The Disciples are actually a type of Pentecostal Christians.
Their leader, an old troll called Doutor Leonildo, is a high-grade
initiate who claims to derive his power from his close asso-
ciation with the Cristo Redentor phenomenon. He preaches
knowledge of Christ through knowledge of the astral miasma
that surrounds the statue. Many disciples, typically novices,
die during close encounters with the astral energies, but this
hasn’t prevented the cult from growing in popularity among
the desperate looking for meaning.
> I assensed Leonildo and some of his senior followers, and I
have to say, they are crackling with power. They are some of the
highest-grade initiates I have ever met. They pretty much only
use their magic to heal, and they offer this service to anyone who
seeks them out. So if you’re wounded and need to lie low, visiting
and asking for a little help is a good way to get mended while
staying off the grid.
> Elijah
> Don’t. There is something wrong with Leonildo and his disciples.
They are hiding something. I don’t know what they are up to,
but that astral rift does not lead to Christ; quite the opposite. The
power they derive is unholy, and too many regularly go missing
for their disappearance to be accidental.
> Ethernaut
THE TRIBUNAL
Tucked away in the darkest corner of the Rio favela, known as
Cidade de Deus, lays the Tribunal—a loose association of shad-
owrunners, gangers, drug dealers, pimps and other unsavory
sorts. The Tribunal is an authority for those that live outside
of authority, existing as a confrérie and self-imposed control
mechanism, held together by the tenants of Quimbanda.
Quimbanda is a ritualistic Afro-Brazilian religion based on
summoning male or female spirits in order to ask favors. It is
a street religion, an angry and vengeful religion fueled by the
anger of social injustice, and shaped by the brutal lives of the
marginalized—the whore, the ganger, the hustler.
Always a faint marginal religion, Quimbanda, as well as
such related faiths as Camdoblé, Umbanda and Macumba, saw
a great surge in popularity following the Awakening and the
takeover of the country by dragons and spirits and other things.
Over the years, Amazonia, once an almost uniformly Catholic
country, has seen a huge generational shift of younger people
worshipping these previously marginal spiritualist religions.
In the streets, Quimbanda is a big deal. It is a religion devel-
oped by and for the downtrodden. The Tribunal has emerged as
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a sort of nexus for this otherwise decentralized religion. The Tri-
bunal’s writs are enforced by a core cabal of powerful and ex-
tremely dangerous magicians following the Quimbanda faith.
While the Tribunal is far from being impartial, just, or merciful,
it is brutally efficient at keeping a semblance of order in the
chaos of the deep corners of the slums. Those with grievances
can petition the Tribunal to right a perceived wrong. The Tribu-
nal will typically commune with Exus, Pomba Giras, or Ogum
spirits. The other party may or may not have a chance to defend
themselves. Whatever the Tribunal decides, it almost certainly
involves punishment of one or the other party. That punish-
ment usually reflects the dark nature of Quimbanda spirits, so
it can range from outright murder or beatings of great violence
to public shaming and social outcasting of rivals.
QUIMBANDA TRADITION
Quimbanda is a dark tradition of anger and revenge. It is a
tradition of the upriser, of the downtrodden-no-more. The Exu are the
spirits of the cutthroat, the thief, and the criminal, and they beckon to
the life of the urban misfit, of indulgence of vices. The female Pomba
gira spirits, the whores, the Maria of the Trash, are summoned and
cajoled into casting down your hated adversary. Wise warrior Ogum
sits between them, dispensing justice with the cold steel of the
revolver and the blade, just war and street justice served.
Rituals to invoke these spirits are performed in “marginal
locations”—cemeteries, forests, beaches, favela crossroads—
and always at night. The practitioner offers sacrifices and gifts—
alcohols, cigars, BTLs, drugs, candles—and performs the ritual as
appropriate, meaning, for example, acts of aggression for violent
revenge, or acts of courting for love spells.
Quimbanda is a tradition focused with materialism, with the
provision of the now and immediate, of earthly delights and earthly
and immediate justice.
Combat: Fire
Detection: Water
Health: Earth
Illusion: Air
Manipulation: Man
Drain: Willpower + Charisma
PREFERRED SPELLS
Powerbolt, Agony, Foreboding, Compel Truth, Fashion
PREFERRED ADEPT POWERS
Commanding Voice, Cool Resolve, Killing Hands, Voice Control
Neighborhoods
> I don’t think it’s intentional, but The Tribunal is more than a little
similar to the Corporate Court. It’s a club created by those on
top to keep those at the bottom in line. It is regulated only by
self-interest and the real determining factor in getting favorable
resolutions is who you know and the favors you can exchange.
It is entirely corrupt and savagely violent, but its writ is the only
form of law and control in the favelas.
> Kia
The Tribunal is essentially a community made up of those
that wish to be part of it and strong enough to take a place.
It’s essentially a secret society. The leadership of the Tribunal
is currently made up of three people. The first is Catarina, a
dark and beautiful ex-high-end call girl who was shut out of
the trade for reasons nobody has uncovered yet. She is unpre-
dictable and can turn on anyone, even those who thought they
had her favor, without notice and with great savagery.
Then there is Garibaldi. A bit of a rake and former playboy,
Garibaldi is burdened by his relationship with the Exu of Quim-
banda. He seems like he would just want to play and woman-
ize all day, were it not for the fact the Exu seem to have picked
him for their severe duties. In lieu of the life he would have
wanted, he has turned to dark, cynical humor. Don’t mistake
him for a kind man; he’s watched the last light go out of men’s
eyes too many times for that.
The third and final member of the Tribunal’s top seats is a
sentient ghoul simply referred to as A Bruxa—the Witch. Cata-
rina and Garibaldi constantly bicker and feud, but they instant-
ly fall quiet when A Bruxa croaks her judgments.
COCONUT LOUNGE
The Coconut Lounge is a venue popular with the corporate
tourists. Most corporate resorts have all the entertainment
amenities one could want, and the Coconut Lounge isn’t part
of any resort. That is precisely why it’s popular. It attracts the
corpies with a little feistiness in them, those who step out
of the resort and brave the streets of Metrópole for a little
authentic entertainment. As far as it goes, Coconut Lounge
is not in a very dangerous part of town, and its authenticity
is somewhat watered down, but it’s undeniable it has more
edge that the resort clubs. The real corporate VIPs that a
shadowrunner team might be hired to extract would never
hang out at the Coconut Lounge; they wouldn’t be allowed
by their security detail, and no amount of pleading would
change that, but it’s a great spot to meet a personal assist-
ant or secretary who is staying at the same resort as “one
of those divas” and might find it thrilling to exchange some
information regarding that VIP’s security arrangements.
> Be careful with these wageslaves. They get all crazy because
they’re being a little naughty, but push them too hard and they’ll
remember they don’t want to get into any real trouble. Still, the
right story can get you a surprising amount of assistance. I once
pulled a job where we had our face Don Juan a research assistant.
It played out so well—we got her to place some cameras and
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 sensors around our mark’s floor. The intel we got this way made
the extraction a cakewalk. Everything went so smooth our face
kept contact with the assistant, and she is now selling corporate
secrets to us in exchange for a few nuyen and the occasional hot
date with her bad boy shadowrunner boyfriend.
> Haze
CENTRO
The entire vast stretch of territory between Rio de Janeiro and
Sao Paulo is known as Centro. It’s actually divided in two ad-
ministrative districts, as there are two mayors sharing this vast
stretch of the city. Centro is where the bulk of the displaced
Brazilians ended up. This entire section was built pretty much
from scratch to support the influx of people. Centro is some-
times known as the City of a Thousand Arcologies. There are,
in fact, more than a thousand arcologies of various sizes in
Centro. Indeed, Hualpa greatly favoured the concept of the
arcology when construction crews hit the ground to create
a megapolis out of thin air to accept millions of incoming
citizens. The concept of the arcology is simple: an entirely
self-contained, self-sufficient (to a degree) mini-city where
people live, work, and play.
Neighborhoods
As a result, Centro is a breathtaking sight for visitors. It is
a vast stretch of megalithic buildings of different shapes and
styles. Many are covered in tropical plants, reminiscent of that
marvel of the old world, the Hanging Gardens. Large avenues
stretch between the mega structures, with plenty of well-main-
tained stretches of jungle creating breathing space between
the buildings. These jungle spaces and the vegetation cover-
ing the arcologies aren’t purely decorative; large numbers of
animals and sentient critters call them home, living within their
own organized communities.
Hualpa did not want to shut people up in arcologies where
they would live and die. So, purposefully, the arcologies are
not wholly self-sufficient. It is common for residents of one ar-
cology to go shopping in the mall of a neighbouring one. Also,
there are more residents than jobs available in most arcolo-
gies, so it is not uncommon for people to live in one structure
and to work in another.
Hualpa’s idea somewhat overestimated human nature,
however. It is the goal of most arcology residents to leave
their home structure as seldom as possible. Those who work
in other arcologies are considered at best unlucky, at worst
traitors to their building. Shopping in another arcology is ta-
boo and done as little as possible, with most people favouring
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online shopping instead. It is not to the point where there is
real hatred between buildings, but there is definitely a sense of
“otherness” to residents of other buildings.
This is mostly true for “non-aligned” arcologies—that is
to say, arcologies that do not belong to a single corporation.
There are, however, a great many number of arcologies that
are wholly owned and operated by corporations, mostly the
Big Ten but also a few other large entities. For example, Shia-
wase owns and operates a gigantic conglomeration of eleven
arcologies. Life in corporate arcologies is different. The mega-
corps strictly enforce a sense of culture and unique belonging
to the corporation. People rarely leave their arcologies, and
if they do, it is never to travel to arcologies outside of their
corporate banner. For all intents of purpose, the few million
residents of corporate arcologies are no more citizens of Ama-
zonia than Enrico Silva is.
> Who?
> /dev/grrl
> Enrico Silva. For fuck’s sake, the president of Aztlan. Come on,
work with me here.
> Kane
That being said, visitors to Centro quickly discover the
complexities of the region. By law, animals and sentient crit-
ters have equal rights to metahuman citizens. However, the
laws are complex affairs that adapt to the mores and habits
of the thousands of type of critters. One random example: An
alligator has the right, protected by law, to eat a human that
falls into the water. This is the course of nature. It would be
illegal for hunters, or perhaps members of the victim’s family,
to come and kill this alligator. That would be considered un-
lawful murder and would be as harshly punished as any hu-
man-on-human murder. As each of the tens of thousands of
species sharing living spaces have different natural behaviours
and needs, this quickly becomes an unmanageable affair. This
system of law applies to all of Amazonia and thus every part
of Metrópole, but it is especially relevant in Centro as nowhere
else in the mega city do metahumans and critters share living
spaces to closely and so densely.
The general sense from metahuman perspective is that just
about any critter can kill you, but you can’t kill them outside
of self-defence. This policy has numerous repercussions. First,
and perhaps most obviously, this reinforces the idea that you
should not step outside of your arcology. Secondly, it plays
ever more into the sense that metahumans are second-class
citizens in Amazonia. Finally, there is no way these laws can
be actually fairly and uniformly applied and enforced. Thus,
hostility and violence between species is extremely com-
mon. Troublesome critters tend to go “missing” a lot, and in
many cases “un-natural” revenge attacks of sapient critters
on metahumans, which are just as illegal, also occur. The law
only shows up when there are significant flare-ups of violence.
And, as most metahumans will tell you, the law usually strikes
down hardest against metahumans to end conflicts.
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> If I kill another human and then eat him, is that legal?
> Cayman
> No, cannibalism is illegal, and so is murder. There are no laws that
allow you to kill another metahuman, save in self-defense.
> Glasswalker
> If I kill a dragon, that’s right though?
> Cayman
> Only if you then eat him.
> Glasswalker
> Are you serious?
> Cayman
> Tell you what, kill the dragon first, then I’ll tell you.
> Glasswalker
> Asshole.
> Cayman
Note that Centro isn’t just one giant sprawl. Only about
twenty percent of this vast expanse of land is urbanized. The
rest is farmland, intractable jungle, and rugged hills covered
with Amazonia’s famous lush greenery. There are dozens of
back-to-basics tribals that live in these uncharted and shifting
jungles, sharing their existence with countless Awakened ani-
mal tribes, sentient and not.
> Be careful dealing with these voluntary primitives. Few of them
were born into this life; almost all of them came from Metrópole,
voluntarily choosing to leave the modern urban life behind. Most
are extremists in their views, believing the choice they made
should be the choice all should make. You have some serious
grade eco-nutjobs in there who hate everything from the urban
world. Just don’t forget—they aren’t simple. They all remember
what a commlink is and how it works. Try to pull fast ones on them
at your own risk.
> Goat Foot
PLACES OF INTEREST
THE INNER GARDEN
Located to the south of the Centro, in the nooks of the Parque
Nacional da Serra da Bocaina, far from arcologies and settle-
ments, lies one of the lairs of the adult dragon Pedrinho da
Metrópole. Pedrinho has dedicated himself to bridging the
gap between metahumans and Awakened. He works to build
relationships and curb anti-dragon sentiment in Amazonia.
Of course, some in the Awakened camp consider him a softy,
or worse, a traitor, while the anti-dragon resistance will al-
ways view him with some suspicion. Still, neither side can
deny his good work, and all value him as an essential neutral
party emissary between the two camps.
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 For Jack and Jill Shadowrunner, Pedrinho is a good source
of employment. Officially—and unofficially as well—the Awak-
ened forces hate the anti-lizard resistance and offer them no
quarter, and vice-versa. However, cooler-headed elements
within both camps realize the need for dialog. Pedrinho can’t
be everywhere at once, and some of this inter-party discours-
es are so unofficial that he can’t touch them himself. His need
in capable deniable assets is vast.

> Pedrinho pays extremely well, but that’s because the work is
extremely demanding. When you take on these jobs—be it
bodyguarding a faction leader going incognito for off-the-books
talks, or just carrying messages between individuals in either
camp—the only thing you can count on is that someone will try
to kill you or get that information out of you. If it isn’t hardliner
elements looking to find out who the “traitors” are, info brokers
are looking to claim that information to sell to the hardliners. The
second you accept a job, you’re a target.
> Stone

> The good news is, Pedrinho will back you if he can. A chummer
of mine working for the dragon had his LAV shot down during a
job. His team was desperately holding off the mil-spec merc team
after them, bunkering down around the downed wreckage of their
transport. They were outnumbered and outgunned, and things
were looking grim, when suddenly a pair of dragons swooped
out of nowhere and blasted the mercs hard enough to make them
back off.
> Lyran

> Sure, but more often than not, just as with any other gig in our
business, if you die, you’ll die alone. Deniable asset means just
that; there ain’t nobody going to stick his neck out to come help
ya, the exposure just can’t happen. Don’t count on the scalies to
bail your hoop.
> Kane

PAREDÃO
In Amazonian Portuguese, the word paredão means a high,
thick wall, or a breakwater wall. This is used to describe the
favela that grew in the canyon formed by two arcologies in
Centro, just east of the Sao Paulo district limits. The sides of
the two stepped-pyramid-style superstructures are covered in
dwellings made from coruscated metal, wood, and whatever
other materials residents could find. Thousands of people live
in that canyon, houses clinging to the sides of the arcologies
like so many mollusks pockmarking the sides of ocean cliffs.
Live wires crisscross between the two sides, carrying stolen
power to those able to pay the controlling gang’s fee.
Paredão is the poorest of all of Metrópole’s favelas, tucked
away in the crevasse between the arcologies that don’t even
notice their existence.

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> Paredão has another meaning in Amazonian Portuguese. It
refers to the wall against which mass executions are carried
out. I am pretty sure it is this meaning that gave the favela
its name. It is filled with the crushing masses of desperate
humanity who end only go there to die. If it’s not the brutality
of the gangs, the unsanitary conditions or malnutrition would
get them soon enough.
> Glasswalker
> The place has a high background count. Like the moist crack
between rocks teeming with insects, Paredão attracts predatory
critters. The Infected, bugs, shedim; they’re all there, in addition to
other Amazonia wildlife that won’t eat your soul, just your flesh.
> Axis Mundi
> Why would anyone ever go there?
> Netcat
> We don’t always get to pick our business partners. There are
few prying ears and eyes, if any, in Paredão, making it a popular
meeting spot for contacts who need to stay out of the spotlight.
Also, if you have serious heat on your tail and you can’t shake it,
lying low here should do the trick. You’ll need to survive the time
you spend there, but payback squads won’t venture here.
> Hard Exit
INCOMING MESSAGE
Centro covers a vast area, a lot of which remains uninhabited.
This paradoxical combination of “isolated” and “close to the city”
makes it a tempting spot for corporations to place R&D compounds.
Amazonian law is famously tough on corporate misdeeds, except
within Metrópole city limits. Almost anything goes here, making it
a favorite spot for corporations looking to do the kind of research
that is illegal almost everywhere else. One such black research
site belongs to Universal Omnitech. The site itself is very real—it’s
visible on any map. Its avowed purpose is fairly routine research
into cancer treatments. I have inside information, though, that says
a closed-off portion of the compound is working on CFD research.
This is the thing, though—they aren’t working on ways to treat it.
They are working on better delivery mechanism to customize it,
make it work more precisely, as it was originally intended. If you can
get evidence of this, you could expose the whole thing, and make
yourself rich in the process. What, don’t believe me? Then go talk to
Arturo Gilberto at the Tanquà Lounge in Sao Paulo. Ask him what he
knows. Then you’ll believe me, chummer. And then you’ll give me a
call, and we’ll set this up.
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LOCALE 646
The arcology known as Locale 646 was actually built by a
defunct Aztechnology manufacturing subsidiary named Mer
Corporation. This was in the early days, when Amazonia was
growing sharply concerned about Aztechnology shell com-
pany intruders, and the Azzies hadn’t taken seriously the
idea they needed to operate more obscurely. The Amazoni-
ans found out about the direct ties and had Mer Corporation
dismembered as a corporation, its assets seized by Amazo-
nia for auctioning, including the arcology they had built for
themselves. Unfortunately, it turned out after inspection that
its Aztechnology affiliation was not the only thing Mer Corp
had lied about. The arcology structure had countless gross
safety and construction violations. The arcology quickly went
from an asset to a nightmare. The cost of fixing the place to
code was so prohibitively high nobody wanted to touch it.
On paper, the Amazonian government still owns the arcol-
ogy. In practice, while the whole debacle was going on, the
citizens who lived there decided to take charge. Mer Corpo-
ration’s workers had long wanted to unionize, but Mer had re-
pressed such notions. Free to emerge, union sympathizers in
the arcology hooked up with other existing unions in the city
and got organized, taking over the arcology and quickly turn-
ing it into a pro-anarchy, pro-communist paradise.
Locale 646, officially a condemned building, is now a peo-
ple’s haven. They answer to no one but themselves. The politics
in Locale 646 change faster than anyone can track. Sometimes
a democratically elected leader emerges, only to be replaced
later in a communist-backed coup, while for periods of time
Berlin-like flux anarchy subsides as the arcology fracturing into
little self-governed sub-groups.
The Locale’s workers use the arcology’s factories the best
they can, bringing in raw materials and outputting … some-
thing. While the arcology has the facilities to output millions of
nuyen worth of goods per week at full capacity, due to poor
maintenance and a highly sporadic record of correctly paying
suppliers and meeting promised deliveries they barely bring in
half a percentage point of the factories’ true potential.
> That’s still enough money for control of the factories to be the
key turning point of political battles. Problem is that most of the
chumps are all greed and no skills. They pressure the experienced
workers to simply output more, without any idea how to go about
improving efficiency. Then, shortly after, those managers all get
bumped by a new bunch who demand much the same thing.
Except more of it.
> Kay St. Irregular
> Competent workers who know how to work or maintain the
machines are prized over there. Experienced workers and the
facilities they run are the treasure, while the unskilled masses end
up being drafted as soldiers, fighting in the unbearably hot and
tight confines of the rusting interior. It’s madness that goes round
and round, paupers fighting for scraps, trapped within the shell of
an old dream.
> Marcos
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> That being said, if you can survive the politics, Local 646 is
great for shadowrunners. They have some incredible mechanics
to fix your drones and vehicles, places to hide, and street docs
no worse than anywhere else in the slums. The black market’s
selection leaves something to be desired, but you can pick up
a few basic goods. But yeah, the odds someone will try to draft
you in their war or have you do some extractions are pretty high.
Those crackpot faction leaders might be petty, but they command
a lot of men, and there is nowhere to run as long as you’re in
Locale 646.
> Turbo Bunny
SAO PAULO
Métropole ends in the west with the Sao Paulo district. Prior
to the formation of Amazonia, Sao Paulo was Brazil’s largest
city and the economic heart of the country. Not much has
changed. The Sao Paulo end of Metrópole is where all of the
Big Ten, along with countless other A and several AAs lev-
el players have their regional headquarters. In addition, Sao
Paulo is a hub of tertiary sector activity, such as financial and
Matrix services. Metrópole, and especially the Sao Paulo dis-
trict, is a worldwide hub of Matrix services. Countless AR and
VR design firms, big and small, are based here.
Feeding all these high-paying, high-skill jobs are numer-
ous technical schools and top-grade universities, including
the world-ranking University of São Paulo (USP). As one might
expect from the Awakened nation of Amazonia, most univer-
sity programs contain magic-related studies. A student might
learn how magic can enhance a production line, or a materials
engineer might learn all about certain Awakened plants and
their unexplainable elasticity.
Sao Paulo, now more than ever, remains a city of haves and
have-nots. Those who were already rich became even more
so as they exploited the influx of displaced Brazilians. The es-
tablished became the entrenched, millionaires became billion-
aires. The newly arrived had to compete for jobs. Those with
the right education merely succeeded in become wageslaves,
while those lacking diplomas and the desired skills fought
amongst themselves to become shop tenders, street vendors,
and hustlers—a subclass living off the crumbs of the rich.
Violence soared in the face of social inequality, only to be
quickly fended off with a spike in private security measures.
Always reluctant to meddle in the human administration of
Metrópole, the Amazonian government does little to curb
common crime. Dissatisfaction often turns more general, and
so DISA is always in the shadows, waiting to pounce, often
literally, on criminals-turned-agitators, but common crimes
of murder, kidnapping, and extortion are of little concern to
them. Police forces are wholly inadequate, understaffed and
underfunded to tackle the scope of Sao Paulo’s violence. In
lieu of a proper police force, private security thrives in Sao
Paulo. Perhaps surprisingly, Amazonia is very lax in terms of
the right to bear arms and their use in self-defense. Depending
who you ask, some see this as a move from Manaus to apply
to metahumanity the same rights to aggression and defense
Neighborhoods
that animals have; they figure that instead of fangs and claws,
we use guns and bigger guns, while some simply think Manaus
hopes all the annoying monkeys will exterminate themselves
in a bloodbath of their own making.
In any case, as the saying goes in Metrópole, “murder is
murder, unless the other guy had a gun.” In many regards,
Metrópole, and specifically Sao Paulo, borders on being an an-
archist state where security is a wholly private affair; where a
delicate balance exists between individuals. It’s relatively easy
to get away with murder, so long as you survive trying to kill
your target.
PLACES OF INTEREST
UNIVERSITY OF SAO PAULO
The USP is Amazonia’s most prestigious university, train-
ing Metrópole’s best and brightest, turning them into Am-
azonia’s business and civic leaders. The university’s campus
keeps expanding, with the sprawling main campus located
smack in the middle of Sao Paulo and several satellite build-
ings scattered around.
Like all things in this country, the university is bathed in Ama-
zonia’s magical and environmental nature. Studies stress ecology
and sustainable development in all courses. Its medical program
is one of the leading centers to learn “enhanced” healthcare,
meaning the use of magical and traditional medicine, while en-
gineering programs focus a lot on environmental stewardship,
along with using magic to enhance conventional methods.
It is no surprise that the programs the university is most
famous for is environmental studies. The fora and fauna avail-
able to study, both mundane and Awakened, are second to
none. Researchers come from all over the world in the hope
of studying and discovering powerful new properties from the
things found in Amazonia’s mysterious rainforest.
> While on any day of the year the USP’s research is prime material
for datasteals, recently there has been this vague … I don’t know,
undertow in the shadows. Some sort of rumor about some very
important finds. Fixers throughout Sao Paulo are trying to get in
on it. Seems like nobody really knows what’s up, but everyone
knows it’s big and nobody wants to be left behind. I’ve had several
offers from Mr. Johnsons asking to investigate and get whatever I
can.
> Elijah
> Would this have anything to do with those Logos guys I trailed
recently?
> Haze
> Logos?
> Sunshine
> Logos is a recent splinter group from the GreenWars terrorist
organization. A splinter group composed entirely of Awakened
members. From what we know, they were running operations in
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 Metrópole when they found something. Something big enough to
>
see them break with GreenWar and single-mindedly pursue it
Ecotope
> The wild ones have long been warned that their methods were
reckless. The invae and the shedim should have been warning
enough, but they did not listen. Now they wish to conceal their
blunder, foolishly believing they can hide it from the world while
they scramble to deal with their ugly secret.
> Man-of-Many-Names
> Wait, what? Are we going to face another invasion of otherworldly
things?
> /dev/grrl
> The gnarled roots of the Amazon grew sustenance from substances
we had no right to touch. The dragons, in their arrogance, believe
they control everything, but even they fear maws that extend to
swallow stars and dreams.
> Man-of-Many-Names
> That doesn’t sound good.
> Sunshine
LOVELESS
Located off the main nightclub circuit, the Loveless isn’t your
ordinary nightclub. It is a hangout for some of the city’s most
powerful Awakened beings, from metahuman shamans and
mages to free spirits to less-defined things. The owner of
Loveless, a spirit of man whose power few have ever been
able to assense, somehow alters the background count of the
club. Every night, it’s a new, unique signature, with a distinct
taste to the air and an intoxicating feeling that courses though
the soul. While the feeling is unexplainable to mundanes,
the effect very much is this: the astral background count at
Loveless gets the Awakened drunk. However, even the price
of admission to Loveless is out of the ordinary; guests must
suffer the loss of something they love. A person, an object, a
memory; it matters not.
> What. The. Fuck. You Awakened people are messed up.
> Snopes
> Say what you will, Loveless’s vibe is addictive as hell. The taste
of that background count … It’s like lying half asleep in the
Garden of Eden, sweet smell of spice and lavender in the air
while you listen to a stream tickle by. You lose yourself. But if you
can somehow keep your wits on business rather than pleasure,
there is absolutely no place in the entire world that beats the
concentration of Awakened power in that club. The networking
one can do is mind-boggling. That is, if your mind isn’t already
boggled by the astral liquor.
> Haze
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LOVELESS
Vector: Contact (Astral Space)
Speed: 5 minutes
Duration: 10 minutes
Addiction Type: Psychological
Addition Rating: 8
Addiction Threshold: 3
Effect: –2 Reaction, +2 Charisma, –2 physical action dice pool
modifier
The ambient astral space at Loveless is like a drug. It stimulates
sensations of euphoria in characters capable of Astral Perception.
The effects quickly wear off once the character leaves the confines
of the club or stops astrally perceiving.
THE FIGHTS
The Fights, as they are simply known, aren’t held in a single
place. They move throughout the city, though always in in-
dustrial or warehouse districts. They aren’t that hard to find,
when you’re in the know. This underground martial arts cir-
cuit isn’t for the faint-hearted. Organized as a joint venture
between the Komata-Kai Yakuza and the Comando Verde,
The Fights aims to bring Amazonia’s famous diversity to bear
in combat. You can see shapeshifters take on cybered killers,
anacondas against spirits, etc. All the participants are willing
and tough. Recurring victors are celebrities and earn quite
a pretty penny. Obviously, the entire thing is an excuse for
gambling, but the Komata and the Comando have been run-
ning a shrewd operation that has attracted large followings in
all classes of people, including some very wealthy individu-
als. The Komata have begun pairing these demonstrations of
exotic combat with services from exotic prostitutes as well. If
you like your vices bloody, dirty, and exotic, the Fights should
satisfy your cravings
> Let’s be clear, the entire thing is disgusting. More than a few of
these “willing” combatants are coerced in some way by their
managers, fighting because they don’t have a choice, hoping that
it isn’t a lie that after enough wins they will be set free.
> Pistons
> Speaking of coerced combatants, guess what happens to
shadowrunners that cross the Yakuza and can’t pay back their
debt?
> 2XL
> The Comando and Yakuza are kind of like shareholders in this
shindig, as neither has nowhere near the finesse and patience
to run an event of this size so smoothly. The real brains behind
the Fights is an elf adept named Cícero Pereira. A wry, muscled
elf covered in tattoos, Cícero is dangerously shrewd. Through
sheer force of personality, he is keeping this thing from getting
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 pulled apart by his partners’ greed and impatience. Don’t trifle
with this guy.
> Glasswalker
POLITICS
Metrópole is a city, but it holds more citizens than most na-
tions. As such, it needs a governing system to match. In the-
ory, Manaus calls the shots. In practice, Hualpa’s government
lets Metrópole take care of itself. The megapolis is governed
by no less than four elected mayors, each responsible for a
quarter of the city. While nominally in charge, these mayors
actually answer to an elected council.
The end effect is a highly ineffective and deadlocked sys-
tem incapable of making big moves. Without a doubt, this was
Hualpa’s intention when he formed this system. Let the humans
govern themselves, make sure that resources and the day-to-
day needs of the city are met; but create a system where the
innate greed and lust for power of these silly monkeys ensures
they can never form a nation within a nation and rise up against
Manaus. As has been demonstrated many times before, Hualpa
has no problem understanding human nature.
TUDO BEM?
Literally meaning “Is everything good?”, this common colloquial
Amazonian greeting is also the name of a Manaus propaganda trid
show. Hosted by the honey-voiced Doutora De Souza, a would-
be grandmotherly figure that instead gives everyone the heebie-
jeebies, the show aims to talk to the citizens of Metrópole about
social issues, covering things like the proper ways to behave and
act as good citizens.
While the show has its fans, others see it as a source of
provocation, a talk-down from Manaus, filled with nice ideas
that don’t work in real life and that fail to address the state’s
shortcoming and responsibility in problems, preferring to blame it
on “bad citizenry.”
The show has spawned a parallel pirate broadcast called “E
você?” (“And you?”). Most attribute the broadcast to A Voz, but
truth is that it could very well be a smaller group or even a hacker
group with or without political affiliation to insurgents. In any case,
this response broadcast spits back what the latest Tudo Bem talked
about, showcasing the state’s hidden responsibility in problems or
recalling people’s focus to what really matters whenever Tudo Bem
attempts to cause a distraction.
Tudo Bem and E você occasionally spark riots. For visitors, it
is worth paying attention to, as the latest broadcasts are always
sources of discussion amongst Amazonians.
Politics
Politics in Metrópole are an extremely dirty business. Cor-
ruption, nepotism, and cronyism are rampant. Politicians are
far more interested in covering their hoops and focusing on
gaining more power than governing.
MAYORS
LAZARO MACHADO
MAYOR OF RIO DE JANEIRO
There is little doubt that Lazaro Machado, the mayor-elect of
the Rio de Janeiro district, is the most obviously corrupt and
debauched of all the mayors. Caught multiple times in scan-
dal after scandal, the mayor somehow keeps coming back for
more. He is a highly charismatic ork who plays the role of buf-
foon and carioca party animal well. Stories of his debauched,
drug-and-whore-filled parties are so common that they have
stopped being scandalous. The unapologetic attitude of the
mayor have endeared him to the common carioca voter.
However, despite the apathetic attitude of many toward
their mayor, there should be enough serious voters to have
seen him out of office ages ago. However, therein comes the
second part of Machado’s recipe for success, a cozy relation-
ship with business. Lazaro Machado is sold out through and
through to the corporations. While the DMAIC sets tight rules
for business in Rio just as anywhere else in Amazonia, the
mayor has a lot of leeway in applying them. By making Rio
the most business-friendly district for outside corporations,
especially the kind of corporation that doesn’t want to play by
Amazonian rules, Machado has made himself a rare commod-
ity, an Amazonian protected by the megas.
Currently, this situation has reached its apex. The DMAIC
is furious with Machado for his laxity, to the point where there
is serious talk of government action (read: a dragon is going
to eat him). However, Manaus has no direct authority over
the mayors. The megas have made it plain that they will do
everything in their power, from legal actions all the way to mil-
itary intervention to keep their yes-man in power should Ma-
naus overstep its constitutional boundaries, since nobody but
Machado will ever be insane enough to go against Manaus as
he has. Thus, Manaus faces open corporate rebellion should
they choose to openly intervene. Any shadowrunner worthy of
the title should see the obvious solution to this problem: deni-
able assets. Rio is a bloodbath of shadowrunners moving for or
against Lazaro Machado. Jobs on the government side range
from high-stakes data theft and surveillance in an attempt to
gather federally incriminating evidence against Machado to
outright attempts at assassination, while the megacorporate
contracts focus on countering these attempts, mostly by de-
tecting and killing government teams.
> Much, much, much easier said than done. Pro-government teams
are no pushover, well aware of the situation and ready to defend
themselves. The level of firepower being slung both ways is
astounding.
> Stone
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> The paychecks are certainly tempting, but there are two caveats
to that. Firstly, both sides only pay upon success. That means
you either get the data you’re looking for or successfully grease
the team you’re going against. The way things are now, most
assignments end in stalemates, and nobody gets paid. Second,
the attrition rate is very high, so those paychecks are getting fatter
and fatter simply to attract talent. No guarantee you’ll live to see
that money, chummer.
> Thorn
> If you don’t want to play this game, that doesn’t mean you
should stay away from Machado. His parties—and let me tell
you, they are more debauched than the rumors suggest—attract
the worst villainy of the city. Just the kind of people enterprising
shadowrunners might want to meet.
> Kat o’ Nine Tales
> Conversely, if you figure crashing a Machado party is a good idea
to get at a target attending the event, you’d better think twice. I’d
give better odds of surviving a barefoot walk from Metrópole to
Manaus than pulling something at a Machado party, given the
security.
> Balladeer
CÉSAR MOREIRA
MAYOR OF SAO PAULO
César Moreira, known as O Velho de Sao Paulo (The Old Man
of Sao Paulo) is a tenacious, ornery old bastard who rules his
city with an iron fist. The doyen of Metrópole’s truculent polit-
ical scene, Moreira has been re-elected no less than six times,
two of those while under siege from scandals. Now at nine-
ty-one years of age, most assume what will cause his seat to
go up for grabs is his death rather than any electoral loss.
Moreira’s invincible political tenure owes to several fac-
tor. First, he has a popular “open line”-type show broadcasted
over the Matrix that runs once a week, on Thursday mornings,
where he fields questions from the population. Anyone can
call, rich or poor, and complain about something or ask about
something, or whatever it is they want. The mayor will field the
question and, more often than not, act on the grievance. He
sugarcoats nothing and does not hold back. Anyone that has
an unrealistic or just plain stupid demand gets verbally back-
handed in short order. Watching the old man dispatch idiots
is one of the reasons his show is so popular. However, any fair
demand gets fairly answered, in the kind of straight talk that
makes people admire him.
The other main reason for his success is the fact half of
the politicians in power from Rio to Sao Paulo owe him some
sort of favor. Moreira has, throughout his career, seen value in
nurturing cronyism. He has helped, and continues to help, up-
and-coming politicians at every strata of Metrópole’s political
game. He manages a complex board of peons, a web of favor
trading, never forgetting who owes what due to what. In addi-
tion, Moreira is known to be one of the city’s biggest Mr. John-
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sons. One of his fixers—always someone that, officially, cannot
in any way be connected to him—will handle all the business at
first. Teams that have proven themselves can be selected for
especially sensitive jobs, in which case Moreira will deal with
the runners personally. Most of these jobs center around caus-
ing or averting blackmail or scandals, though the occasional
kidnapping or sending a message is not uncommon. All run-
ners working for Moreira are expected to avoid making scenes
and, as much as possible, avoid any sort of killing. Moreira, for
all his corruption, abhors the loss of life.
> If you think Moreira uses only his ninety-one-year-old memory
to manage all this, think again. Moreira maintains a database, a
little black book of everyone he owns and for what reason. This
database is kind of held as a fabled holy grail in the underground
community. That database would be worth millions to a number
of buyers. Any runner that acquired it would be able to retire on
the profits.
> Bull
> Assuming one lived long enough to see that deal through and
then enjoy the money. The sheer amount of powerful enemies
this would attract is rather mind-boggling. Think about it. Every
single person listed in that database would literally kill to protect
themselves, not to mention Moreira himself. There are easier
ways to make a nuyen.
> 2XL
> Pssh. Pussy. If you’re not in it to make quick millions of nuyen and
then fight off enemies for the rest of your life, you’re not in the
right business.
> Haze
Moreira has maintained a truce for a number of years with
the city’s powerful Yakuza clans. Moreira is no friend to crim-
inals (save those he hires himself, natch), but a pragmatic old
dog such as him grudgingly accepts the fact that organized
crime can be used to reduce overall crime, especially violent
crime. Sao Paulo’s police chiefs turn a blind eye to the Oy-
abun’s vice dens, in exchange for the Yakuza’s help in con-
trolling small-time criminal and violent crime on their turf.
Moreira doesn’t like to do this too much; usually the Yakuza
are allowed to maintain one or two specific addresses as vice
dens, with the understanding anything beyond that is subject
to normal police action. The Yakuza have found (through con-
certed effort) that beyond this meagre arrangement, the may-
or cannot be made to allow any further impunity.
> While Moreira’s edict to his police chiefs is rather narrow in what
the Yakuza are allowed to get away with, many policemen have
taken the liberty to expand on this a little. Many will “enhance”
the scope of what they do not see in exchange for favors from
the Yaks. For example, if the Yaks help in setting a trap to capture
particularly annoying shadowrunners that have been causing
public trouble in the city, the police will allow the Oyabun to set
up a brand-new gambling den in a prime location. That sort of
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 thing. So, if you’re causing problems in the city, think carefully
about turning to the Yakuza for some help. That even extends
to the Yakuza’s greater circle of influence, such as fences and
suppliers. Favors for favors runs all the way down the line.
> Mihoshi Oni
KALINA STOYKOVSKA
MAYOR OF EASTERN CENTRO
While her name marks her of Bulgarian descent, Kalina Stoykovs-
ka is second-generation Amazonian elf. Stoykovska is mayor of
the eastern half of the Centro district. Stoykovska is nearing the
end of her first term as mayor, and her re-election looks shaky.
Unfortunately, Stoykovska has inherited a troubled district. A
string of serial killings that has lasted over a year have made her
administration look weak. The fact that the killings have been
particularly gruesome, and all the victims were expectant meta-
human mothers, has inflamed public outcry and fear. A rumor,
whose roots are difficult to trace but on which police will not
comment, says the targeted ritualistic murders are the work of a
dark naga cult. In Centro, where metahuman/critter relations are
always a challenge, this has brought things boiling over the top.
Racial distrust is at an unbearable point, and acts of violence be-
tween the two sides are through the roof. Stoykovska’s election
is riding on not just her ability to stop the murders, but also on
her skill at turning her PR machine into overdrive to reverse the
public’s hatred of her perceived incompetency.
> Stoykovska is desperate. Her police force is clearly incapable of
cracking the case, and she can’t scapegoat her way out of this—
the killings need to stop for real. She has tried begging DISA for
help, but so far they haven’t lifted a paw. Stoykovska has sent
calls out to the shadow community to help. Any deniable asset on
the case would have the freedom to use whatever methods they
want to get to the bottom of this. Stoykovska doesn’t care about
anything other than solving this problem.
> Sticks
> Beware those who go looking for this darkness. The maw only
leads into the gullet.
> Man-of-Many-Names
NELSON BASTOS
MAYOR OF WESTERN CENTRO
Nelson Bastos has the interesting honor of being the world’s
only openly vampiric mayor. Afflicted with HMHVV, Bastos
is nonetheless on this second term as mayor of his quarter
of Metrópole, showing that anything really does go in Ama-
zonia. Bastos has opted for a strategy of transparency to con-
vince voters he isn’t a monster. He records most of his life in
real-time, with the feed available via the Matrix. Of course,
being a mayor calls for the occasional closed-doors session,
in which case the feed turns off. This has given his detract-
ors the opportunity to claim he does all kind of unspeakable
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things during these supposed meetings, but these conspir-
acy theories are for the most part ignored.
Bastos is, of course, close to the cause of HMHVV victims,
speaking out against the exclusion of the Infected from society
and patiently repeating facts concerning the Infected to dispel
misconceptions. He is a very eloquent and photogenic per-
son, which has nothing to do with any vampiric powers. In fact,
while many if not most vampires are known to be Awakened,
Bastos claims he is a mundane. All Awakened individuals that
have assensed him have concurred, meaning he either real-
ly is mundane or is an off-the-charts powerful initiate able to
hide his true aura from everyone. Again, conspiracy nuts know
which of the two versions they believe is the right one.
> There is no argument here. Vampires are not mundane. Be afraid.
> Thorn
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Bastos has been the target of sev-
eral assassination attempts, mostly by self-titled vampire hunt-
ers and one Christian fundamentalist that belied him to be the
devil incarnate. In all cases but one, the attempts were foiled
by the mayor’s personal security team, though in one event,
recorded live via the vampire’s feed, Bastos was forced to kill
his assailant, a woman that had made it into his private quar-
ters. The feed shows Bastos killing her with his bare hands.
While the video went viral with the mayor’s groupies, the
event had a profoundly traumatic effect on the mayor. Analy-
sis of the video has led to suggestions that his body language
and the broken sentences that could be heard imply he knew
the woman personally, but Bastos has denied this, and no link
was ever formally uncovered.
Despite all of this sideshow from his personal life, Bastos
has a reputation with his citizens—those that don’t think he is a
demon out to enslave metahumanity—for being incorruptible,
efficient, generous, and honest.
> We in the shadows, of course, know better. Bastos’s live feed
seriously cramps his ability to personally conduct shady deals,
but one does not become a successful politician in Metrópole
without doing dirty deeds, no matter how much people want to
believe in white knights. Bastos handles all his dirty business via
his right-hand woman, Flora, also a vampire. Flora hires many
shadowrunners and she pays pretty well.
> Fiancetto
> Flora isn’t just Bastos’s Johnson, she is his sister. And she displays
none of her brother’s virtues. She is cynical, dramatic, and rather
brooding. She makes a pretty good vampire.
> Red
> Supposedly there is bad blood (is that a pun?) between Bastos,
Flora, and the Ordo Maximus. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but
having those boogeymen as enemy can’t be a good thing. Word is
that last assassination attempt, the one where Bastos had to snap
the girl’s neck, had something to do with the Ordo Maximus.
> Pistons
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> Well, whatever is going on there, I’m sure they need shadowrunners
> 2XL
THE COUNCIL
The Council is the vast political apparatus immediately under
the mayors. While technically the mayors ultimately call the
shots, the Council has more than enough power to ensure the
mayors must have the support of the Council to do anything.
As such, and by Manaus’ design, the mayors and the Council
are in a perpetual state of deadlock.
While it is not a prerequisite for a mayor to have been part
of the Council, most of them indeed serve time there. The rea-
son is simple: The Council is like a prison. Much like a small-
time crook learning all the tricks of the trade from other in-
mates, fresh new politicians joining the Council quickly get
their ideology beaten out of them to learn that politics in
Metrópole, much like the rest of the world, is all about who
you own. The Council is a complex web of relationships where
allies become enemies at the drop of a coin. It’s all about who
you can buy or coerce to vote your way. To be mayor, one must
build up a little black book of contacts and understand how to
own them, something only years in the infernal machinery of
the Council can teach.
While every Councillor is elected, their actions generally are
not visible to the public; the mayors get the brunt of public ex-
posire. That means there is no real incentive for the Council to
appear efficient, much less actually be efficient. When the mayors
want to get something done, it can thus take months or years for
a majority to form, as Councillors switch back and forth, work-
ing bids for their votes ever higher. This paralyzes Metrópole, as
any and all high-stakes project must make their way through the
Council like a blunt dagger through hardened fat.
The position of Councillor pays next to nothing, so the only
way to make a living is through graft, collusion, and corrup-
tion. Money is the only real power in this city. To gain influ-
ence, Councillors need money to buy their peers. So the more
money they siphon through graft, the more they can spend on
influence to pass more projects they can attach themselves to
like leeches.
> Do I even need to say the Council is a never-ending source of
work? These guys are ridiculous. The system is so opaque, they
aren’t afraid of any legal repercussions. Work usually centers on
data theft, surveillance, blackmailing, and counter-blackmailing,
but wetwork comes up pretty frequently too.
> Cosmo
> If you’re looking to make a change in the world, though, this kind
of work might not be for you. I know guys who have worked this
circuit steadily for years, taking Council job after job, and it’ll
make you a cynic for damn sure. The Council is so rotten even I’d
be disgusted—if the pay wasn’t so good.
> Cayman
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OTHER INFLUENCES
DISA
Every citizen of Amazonia knows, and most likely resents,
DISA (the Department of Intelligence and Security of Ama-
zonia). However, most are probably more familiar with its
street name, as Ombras negras, the Black Shadows. DISA—
whose leadership contains no metahumans, only Awakened
creatures—answers directly to Hualpa yet usually operates
autonomously without supervision. DISA is responsible for
the security of the state, whether protecting it from outside
forces (i.e., Aztlan) or inside forces (i.e., Aztlan-backed insur-
gents). The Department is composed of a large back-office
of analysts of all stripes as well as active field agents. Almost
all personnel are Awakened creatures, and almost all of these
creatures can be described as anti-metahuman.
Hualpa has always indicated that metahumanity has a place
in the world, it’s just that we pollute too much and don’t know
our boundaries. Amazonia, in Hualpa’s vision, is a balance be-
tween metahumans and Gaia, a place where we stop acting
like resource-devouring viruses and more like every other ani-
mal in the world, living in balance with our environment. Philo-
sophically, that’s not so bad.
The problem is that the vast majority of Awakened crea-
tures in Amazonia do not share Hualpa’s point of view. Were
it not for Hualpa, most Awakened creatures would kill every
last metahuman and gleefully topple their cities. However,
perhaps even more so than metahumans, most Awakened
creatures fear Hualpa and obey him and his laws, even if they
secretly disagree with him.
The Awakened agents and officers of DISA are, of all of
Amazonia’s sentient paracritters, those with the most leeway
in expressing their dislikes. DISA’s mandate expresses itself as
a form of secret police. DISA firmly believe that us monkeys
are constantly planning and plotting to overthrow the Awak-
ened government and restore a pro-Corporate Court, anti-Ga-
ia government. They believe our nature will never change, that
we are selfish, greedy, and destructive by nature. We cannot
be reasoned with, we cannot be enlightened; we can only be
contained and controlled. Thus, their approach is to infiltrate
all aspects of society and monitor us. DISA makes no distinc-
tion between family life, work life, and play time. Treasonous
thoughts and actions can surface at any time and must be act-
ed upon immediately.
Of course, no agency in the world, not even one with drag-
ons as intelligence analysts, can effectively and perfectly mon-
itor the crowded population of Metrópole. So DISA agents
weave in and out of people lives, monitoring, judging, and
acting. What they consider crimes important enough to act on
is hard to fathom. Drug dealers from the favelas are known to
DISA, yet left to operate. Why? Because the drugs they supply
keep the other monkeys in line, too distracted and enslaved by
the toxic substances they ingest to act against the State. They
commit crimes, yes—but that is for regular law enforcement to
deal with. However, get drunk one night at the bar and speak
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a little too loudly against Hualpa, and you might never make it
home. The Department regularly has to be reined in by Hualpa,
reminded that metahumans and the Awakened are meant to
live in equality and harmony in Amazonia. However, despite
public rebuttals, the Department has never been restructured,
leaving many to think Hualpa quietly condones their methods.
DISA has a huge network of informants. Ironically, most
Awakened critters living in Metrópole refuse to work with
DISA. These creatures that have chosen to live in the city tend
toward a more complicated view of the metahumans they
share their lives with. Certainly, to their eyes, we will always be
sloppy creatures, but they disagree with how DISA sees and
treats us. Most DISA informants are, in fact, other metahumans
who are selling out their brothers and sisters.
DISA field agents, the Black Shadows, are deadly critters.
Shapeshifters of all kinds make up the biggest amounts of
them, being versatile in ability. However, drakes, free spirits,
and dracoforms (including dragons) are not uncommon. Sur-
prisingly, there are also many metahuman field agents. Some
are there to prove the critters wrong, showing them that
“good” metas are just as interested in rooting out “bad” metas
as any sapient critter. Some are there because they agree with
the creatures, and they hate themselves and their own kind. In
any case, these metahuman agents definitely have something
to prove, so they are even more zealous in their actions than
the critters might be.
If DISA finds the lives of everyday citizen concerning
enough, the politicians of Metrópole hold a special place in
their hearts. However, unless there is serious proof of collab-
oration with known dissident groups or foreign agitators (read:
Aztlan), DISA cannot act so directly against such public fig-
ures. There is an unspoken rule that Metrópole must be run
by metahumans as they see fit. But just as it is in all places,
politics is a dirty business. Those who offer a hand to polit-
icians in need often tend to be the exactly who DISA wishes
to hunt down. Thus, an incredible game of cloak and dagger
between politicians and DISA goes on. Politicians tend to be-
come very knowledgeable in spycraft in order to survive DISA
surveillance attempts while they go about exchanging favors
for power from shadowy and unsavory groups.
DMAIC
The Department for the Environment, Interior and Commerce,
whose Amazonian-language acronym works out as DMAIC, is
a federal ministry with a pretty self-explanatory name. Like all
of Hualpa’s Manaus-based departments, its charter makes it in-
credibly powerful. The DMAIC is the extension of Hualpa’s will
in matters of commerce. However, in Amazonia, as the title of
this department suggests, commerce is inexorably bound to the
environment and the very heart of all domestic policy.
Amazonia has chosen not to ratify the Business Recogni-
tion Accords, whose most famous tenet is the extraterritorial-
ity of megacorporations. Few countries in the world have been
able to defy the Corporate Court in this manner. Amazonia’s
concern in this matter is, of course, the environment. Extra-
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territorial corporations have few restraints in regards to pollut-
ing in the name of profit, and the Awakened government will
not have that. Thus, corporations face a thick codex of laws
and obligations they must face in regards to the environment
when operating in Amazonia.
However, Metrópole holds a special status in Amazonia,
kind of a deregulated zone, where business is mostly left to it-
self. DMAIC inspectors will still make the rounds, but it would
take an army, which DMAIC does not have, to properly inspect
everything. Further, while smaller corps are easier to investigate
and pressure, the megas know how to play this game all too
well and hide all sorts of things in all sorts of places. DMAIC is
thus one of Amazonia’s weakest institutions in the city.
> Well, not really. You see, DMAIC is extremely frustrated that they
can’t do their work properly. And, as anyone in that Department
will tell you, their work is the most important work in all of
Amazonia. After all, Hualpa seized the forest to protect it, and
DMAIC is the embodiment of that stewardship. So what you get
are a bunch of critters and people, most of whom are extremely
ideological, who get all uppity about the fact they usually fail to
bring down polluters and abusers due to lack of evidence. DMAIC
reconciles this by having a culture of vigilantism. So even though
they are the authority, the DMAIC usually short-circuits its own
laws to hire shadowrunners to strike at corporations breaking the
rules.
> Hard Exit
> I don’t understand. Why don’t they just change the rules, or make
it so they can be more aggressive in their effectiveness?
> /dev/grrl
> The situation with DMAIC reflects splendidly Manaus’
schizophrenic approach to Metrópole. They’ll take over the entire
jungle and swear to kill anyone that abuses it, but then neuter the
agencies in charge of doing just that inside of Metrópole because
they “have to give the humans a chance.” However, these various
government branches make sure to hire highly ideological
extremists… so try telling them that their job in Metrópole is a
“look but don’t touch” kind of deal. The DMAIC’s departmental
culture is completely at odds with their mandate in regards to the
city. And that’s not a powder keg waiting to blow up—it has blown
up.
> Kay St. Irregular
> There’s a lot of shitty, soul-sucking work in Metrópole, but
honestly, at least working for DMAIC feels like working for the
good guys.
> Treadle
> Shit, that’s what you think. That’s what we all think. At first, you
agree the evil corporations are just using legal loopholes and
manipulation to get away from the reckoning coming to them.
So, yeah, fuck evidence, you go in guns blazing, and it feels good.
Then you start noticing that DMAIC long ago stopped doing any
real due diligence. You start noticing that maybe they failed to find
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 evidence because there wasn’t any, because the corp was playing
by the rules. Then you notice your DMAIC handlers really don’t
care. Not one bit. And you think about the single mom wageslave
doing her best to just make ends meet that ended up as “collateral
damage” on your last run, and you know the mission was fubar,
but all you get are pats on the back by the DMAIC guys. You think
what you want, but I’ll gladly take a “soulless” Council job rather
than work for the DMAIC again.
> Beaker
METRÓPOLE URBAN COUNCIL
Metrópole did not exist fifty years ago. Rio de Janeiro and
Sao Paulo, sure. Bustling metropolises, accounting for just
shy of twenty million citizens each, and both were popping
at the seams, struggling to even accommodate these kind
of numbers. From one day to the next, orders came down to
quadruple that capacity.
Humanity has rarely seen projects of this scope. In relative
terms, the pyramids built by the pharaohs in Ancient Egypt
are laughable. So how does one spring up the largest city in
the world overnight? With a lot of planning. This is where the
Metrópole Urban Council comes in. This monolithic govern-
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mental entity is in charge of planning and managing all con-
struction in Metrópole.
In the early days, the Urban Council was the unsung hero
of Amazonia. Consisting of city planners, project managers,
architects and engineers, the Council worked around the clock
to organize construction throughout the megasprawl, securing
able contractors, construction crews (mostly the newly arrived
refugees—a good way to keep these people busy) and secur-
ing supplies, all while adhering to the blanket, top-down edicts
of nature conservationism and eco-friendliness.
Now, forty years later, the city continues to see non-stop
construction. However, the Metrópole Urban Council has sunk
into a political, bureaucratic nightmare. Nothing happens unless
this bloated organization approves it. Since the Council was giv-
en far too much power with far too little accountability, corrup-
tion is rampant. Bureaucratic molasses and red tape can slow
down the construction of even small edifices to the point of ren-
dering project unprofitable. Corruption is rampant; bribes are
the only thing able to cut through red tape. On the other side of
the scale, smaller projects often go ignored, resulting in thou-
sands of unlicensed projects springing up everywhere. Rackety
buildings spring up in what are meant to be alleys, bracketed by
the structures on either side. Extensions are built up on top of
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existing buildings, spilling over like cancers to other neighbour-
ing rooftops. These types of shoddy, unlicensed add-ons are
called secunda vida (second lives). This is important to know, as
address numbers bearing the “s.v.” mark mean you have to look
for it in the add-on, not the host building.
That being said, the Metrópole Urban Council is primor-
dial in city politics. No mayor can hope to achieve anything or
get re-elected without support from the Urban Council. Not
only do they control any sort of public project, but to a less-
er degree private ones as well. This means the Urban Council
can and does squeeze corporations on their building projects
when they don’t get their way. The corporations then quickly
get the message and orchestrate a change in civic leadership
to get the Urban Council off their backs.
> This clusterfuck of a corrupt, bureaucratic nightmare is, you
guessed it, highly lucrative for us. There is a nonstop stream
of runs to acquire blackmail material, make blackmailers
disappear, acquire incriminating evidence, acquire intel on
future plans, deliver messages of all sorts, and so on between
all these assholes.
> Cosmo
> It’s far from routine. The Metrópole Urban Council is a curious
entity. It is the most public and accessible of Amazonia’s
governmental branches, yet it has been inducted into some of the
most occult secrets of the Awakened leadership. The mojo that
got slung around to accelerate the construction of Metrópole is
no garden-variety parlor trickery. We’re talking serious magic. A
lot of people want to know those secrets. A lot of people have died
trying to get them.
> Fianchetto
UNDERWORLD
COMANDO VERDE
The Comando Verde have a long history in Metrópole. Al-
legedly descendants from Brazil’s infamous Comando Ver-
melho gang from the turn of the century, nobody quite knew
how the organization managed to survive, much less thrive,
with the sheer level of disorganization it suffered from. In di-
rect competition with the Ghost Cartels and the other smaller
but highly aggressive gangs of the megasprawl, the Coman-
do Verde has had a rough last couple of years.
The turning point in the genesis of the current-day Comando
Verde was the death of its supposedly unkillable leader, Diogo
Cao. Few people know exactly how it went down, but if rumors
are to be believed, a dragon took him out, along with an entire
city block. Which dragon and why isn’t clear. It was long be-
lieved the Comando somehow survived, thanks in part to ties to
one of the major Amazonian dragons, either Sirrug or M’boi, so
the attack may have been related to that in some fashion.
> Everyone thinks that, but it’s actually quite the opposite. Russian
Spetsnaz forces were known to be in Metrópole for some time.
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What do Russians worry about? The Yakut Awakened forces.
Comando Verde was the number one provider of weapons and
supplies to the Yakut—especially destabilizing agents working
the shadow war in Vladivostok. In a masterful move, they
took out Diogo, playing on the rumors of his association with
dragons.
> Plan 9
> I have a chummer who saw the charred ruins where the attack
took place. That kind of destruction looks like the handiwork of a
dragon. How do you explain that?
> Winterhawk
> Easy. The Russians has a secret payload of Sutr they used to make
it look like a dragon’s work.
> Plan 9
> Whoa there. Nothing defines “international ban” like the horrific
nanoweapon Winternight used to melt people during Crash 2.0.
There’s no way I buy the Russians even having any, much less
using it so casually.
> Clockwork
> Exactly what they want you to think.
> Plan 9
> Okay that’s enough, take it to a sub-forum.
> Bull
What’s better known is what happened after that. Diogo’s
second in command, Aitana, a sociopathic and cunning jaguar
shapeshifter fond of hosting gladiatorial deathmatches, was
always thought to be a more able leader. She’d always let Dio-
go run the show, though. But after his death, she quickly found
her voice. Once Diogo was out of the way, most competing
outfits figured the Comando’s number was up, so they began
moving in on its territory. What they found was an organized
and revitalized Comando Verde more than able to fight back.
The little gang wars that sprung up all over Comando Verde
territory were quickly quelled.
Surprisingly, as it seems completely at odds with her per-
sonality, Aitana ended a lot of wars through negotiation and
mutually beneficial concessions. The Comando Verde shrank
in overall membership while becoming more elite. They now
favor federation and outsourcing with dozens of smaller gangs.
Aitana’s new Comando Verde is now a gang heavily in-
volved in shifting alliances. It is the nature of gangers to get
stupid greedy, so the Comando spends a lot of time bash-
ing the heads of traitorous allies, but every time a gang dou-
ble-crosses the Comando, two new ones join the alliance.
> This makes figuring out the gang politics in Metrópole a full-time
affair. If you start shit with one gang, you need to be on top of
current events to figure out which other gang to turn to for help.
Otherwise, your ally is liable to sell you out.
> Kay St. Irregular
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> Aitana’s successful leadership is pretty simple, she delegates to a
handful of trusted advisors. Rumors are these advisors are from
Siberia …
> Mihoshi Oni
YAKUZA: KOMATA-KAI
Sao Paulo has had a large Japanese ex-pat population since
well before the turn of the century. That population has es-
sentially never stopped growing, as the rise of Japanacorp
pre-eminence drove ever more sararimen to accept positions
in Metrópole. Arriving on the coattails of these migrant wag-
eslaves, ever ready to provide the vice and entertainment in
demand, were the Yakuza.
Metrópole—indeed, all of Amazonia—is Kamota-Kai gumi
territory. The Kamota-Kai are part of the world-spanning
Watada-rengo, known for its strict traditionalism and respect
of the Old Ways. If there is one place in the world that “tra-
ditional” does not apply to, it is Amazonia. So how does this
contradiction work?
The answer is simple. While Amazonia as a whole is an ex-
ample for diversity and tolerance—everyone hates each other,
but in a tolerant sort of way—the Japanacorp transplants have
contently shut that world out and created a cultural ghetto. The
Japanacorps—Mitsuhama, Shiawase, Monobe, Sony, Renraku,
Yakashima, and so on—encourage a certain culture amongst
all of their citizens, and that culture is firmly the traditional-
ist Japanese mindset. The sense of “us” is never so strong as
when a powerful “they” exists. Forget disgraceful oni, orks and
trolls; there are things walking around in the streets here!
Included in this intense need for traditional things is of
course a need for traditional vice. Prostitutes offered just the
way sararimen like them, gambling dens, BTLs from Japan, and
other forms of entertainment that get weirder and weirder—
this is what the Komata-Kai offer to Metrópole. While they pri-
marily aim to service the Japanese community, the Komata-Kai
have no problem accepting money from anyone else. But you
should expect to be treated as a second-class customer.
Aside for the needs of the local market, the Komata are also
heavily involved in trafficking. Metrópole is a huge supplier of
prostitutes, weapons, and drugs for Japan. The Komata-Kai
will recruit victims and send them off to Japan. The bulk are
your typical metahumans, but being able to offer sapient crit-
ter prostitutes back in the homeland is a lucrative niche only
Metrópole can supply. In almost all cases, these often-naïve
victims are recruited under false pretenses and, once in Japan,
forced into prostitution by handlers there. Amazonian firearms
also get into the hands of Yakuza all over the world. While Am-
azonia is an important global chemical and Awakened drug
port of origin, the Komata only supply the gumi back in Japan
with that stuff, leaving most of the serious international ex-
ports to the other Metrópole outfits.
> Compared to Yakuza outfits you may have encountered elsewhere,
the Komata don’t really rank as that sophisticated. There is a
bit of an unprofessional edge to them. The Komata are called
Politics
gurentai—“hoodlums”—by the local Japan expats. They can be
brash, loud, intoxicated on the job, and overly aggressive. This
makes them somewhat unpredictable. However, they are still a
very important syndicate, and odds are you will need to deal with
them, especially in Sao Paulo.
> Mihoshi Oni
LAW ENFORCEMENT
Law enforcement in Metrópole comes in two distinctive fla-
vors: public and private. The public forces of law enforcement
are your standard city cops. The police departments of the
four districts are all equally underfunded, which keeps them
from being effective. Crimes do get investigated—sometimes,
and for some people.
What the cops lack in manpower, though, they make up in
firepower and heavy-handedness. The cops do not conduct
raids; they declare war. The local equivalent of SWAT, the BOPE
(Batalhão de Operações Policiais Especiais), show up in their black
armored carriers (called Caveirão, or Big Skulls), and kill (“pac-
ify”) everything they can’t arrest. Every day, dozens of raids
happen throughout the city, which may seem like a lot, but in a
sprawl the size of Metrópole, it doesn’t account for much. The
trick is mostly to not be around when a raid goes down.
> These bad boys, the BOPE, are milspec. They are more than able
to take on hardened shadowrunner team. In Metrópole, that’s
what distinguishes the idiots from the professionals. Keep up
your protection payments to politicians and moles, and you’ll
know where the BOPE are going to hit. If you find yourself where
the BOPE are, do not try to outgun then. Just run.
> Kane
> Like all local authorities, they will not chase you into extraterritorial
jurisdiction. There’s also a few places even the BOPE don’t go—the
deep, dark heart of the favelas, and fucked up places like Paredão.
> Hard Exit
Metrópole’s public policing gap is bridged by an astound-
ing amount of licensed private security firms. Metrópole pri-
vatizes security in a big way. The barrier to entry for private
security companies is pretty low; security guards must have a
valid SIN and no criminal record. Of course, these two things
are very easy to bypass using fake credentials.
Private security is everywhere in Metrópole, ranging from
straight-up bodyguards to licensed private investigators fol-
lowing up on various crimes. In most cases, P.I.s are a crime
victim’s only recourse, as actual police force detectives are so
few in numbers and so low in sympathy. Via some paperwork,
citizens can even get refunds from the government for hiring
private security and investigators, making the whole business
affordable for the citizen and lucrative for the companies.
> If you’re a shadowrunner in Metrópole, definitely expect to go
against private guards and, if you don’t cover your tracks well,
to get a private investigation team on your ass. If you laugh it
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 away picturing an old gumshoe with a snub pistol coming after
you, think again. Private investigation teams tasked with hunting
down shadowrunners to recover what you took are basically
shadowrunner teams themselves. They will have cyber, magic,
and high-powered weaponry—like yours, often better.
> DangerSensei
OTHER GROUPS
A VOZ (THE VOICE)
Amazonia likes to project an image of the balance between
humanity and Mother Nature, the success of the soul over
the materialism of the megacorporate-run world. Thing is,
Amazonia came at a price. Millions of displaced refugees
within their own country relocated into cities that did not
want them. Families were separated, lives shattered. If you
think Brazilians all greeted their new reptilian overlords with
glee and gratitude, forgetting and forgiving the cost of the
creation of Amazonia, you are dead wrong.
There are dozens of rebellious groups with a burning ha-
tred that will never forgive or forget, never stop fighting until
Amazonia is run by humans again. Of these groups, the largest
and most organized is A Voz. Seeing how DISA mercilessly
and gleefully hunts down such group members, sympathizers,
sympathizers’ relatives, and the people that say “hi” to sym-
pathizer’s relatives, the shroud of secrecy surrounding A Voz
is pretty thick. Disinformation, seeded by the group itself and
perpetuated by rumormongers, is rampant.
The most credible stories of the group’s founding and lead-
ership relate to surviving military brass from the war of 2034.
Soldiers are not people prone to going “oh well, we lost” when
the going gets tough. Brazil’s armed forces certainly contained
more than a few hardline patriots. After the surrender of the
nation, the new Awakened government carefully purged the
armed forces. Large portions of the army were kept, mainly to
help displace their own kind from the interior, but also to keep
all these trained people busy. However, in the chaos, more than
a few officers went missing, due to Hualpa, or possibly Sirrug
purging (eating) the troublemakers. You can be sure the officers
who saw it coming, if they were able to, went underground.
It’s been forty years since that day, so clearly few of these
original soldiers are still around. But, built on such solid foun-
dations, the group would have easily been able to continue re-
cruiting and training subsequent generations of rebels to keep
the fight for Brazil going strong.
A Voz operates all over Amazonia, in all the cities. Assas-
sination and sabotage are their most direct actions, though
gathering support for their cause is by far their most dangerous
talent, and the reason DISA hunts them so mercilessly. Hualpa
needs the divide between metahumanity and the Awakened
creatures of Gaia to be bridged in order to make a single unit-
ed Amazonia. It must be so, for Hualpa has larger concerns
than the civil administration of a country. It must be so, or Azt-
lan will swallow them all. It must be so, or worse things, things
we do not understand, will befall us.
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The dissension A Voz and other groups like it cause is
unacceptable and the single biggest threat Amazonia faces.
However, following Aztlan’s recent victory in the war on the
northern front as well as on the international political stage,
disenchanted Amazonians are greater in number than ever.
They have cause to doubt their leader. They have cause to think
the mighty, invincible forces that thrashed their army in so few
days are perhaps no longer so mighty. The god bleeds …
Thus, Metrópole has seen a significant boost in insurgent
activity lately. Weapons have flown from black-market arms
dealers in the city to A Voz quartermasters. More and more
gangers and mercenaries, sworn to secrecy but loosed-lipped
after a few drinks, have let slip their allegiance to the group.
Government representatives, convoys, and installations have
been brazenly, violently, and professionally hit by A Voz bri-
gades. Rumor is that the group is gearing up to start a real,
countrywide insurgency with the full intention of liberating
certain strategic locations. Metrópole is far too big a gem for
them now, but it remains a vital center of resupply as well as
battleground.
GAME
INFORMATION
SAMPLE NPCS
BOPE TEAM MEMBER (HUMAN)
BOPE intervention teams contain a slew of specialists, in-
cluding a rigger, a combat hacker, and a mage. However, the
bulk of the team is composed of generalist riflemen there to
kick ass and take names. Due to Metrópole’s chaotic urban
environment, BOPE teams don’t always know the layout of
the spots they are hitting. They compensate by using over-
whelming ground and air firepower from drones, armoured
personnel carriers, and support helicopters.
B A R S W L I C ESS EDG
6 5 5 (6) 5 5 3 4 2 5.1 2
Condition Monitor 11/11
Armor 18 (hardened)
Limits Physical 7(8), Mental 5, Social 5
Physical Initiative 9(10) + 2D6
Skills Amazonian Portuguese N, Automatics 8(9), Clubs 5, Intimidation
5, Law 5, Leadership 7, Metrópole 3, Movers and Shakers 2,
Organized Crime 2, Perception 4, Police Procedure 6, Running
4, Small Unit Tactics 7, Sneaking 5
Knowledge Skills Amazonian Portuguese N, Automatics 8(9), Law 5, Metrópole 3,
Movers and Shakers 2, Organized Crime 2, Police Procedure 6,
Small Unit Tactics 7
Qualities SINner (National)
Augmentations Reflex recorder (automatics), sleep regulator, smartlink,
synaptic booster 1
Gear Light hardened milspec armor (p. 66, Run & Gun) [15, Custom
Fit, Holster, Gear Access, Increase Social Limit by 2 for
Intimidation Tests, Restrictive] with helmet [+3], Transys Avalon
commlink [Device Rating 6] with sim module, goggles [low-light
vision, flare compensation, image link, vision enhancement 1],
trodes, Personal Integrated Tactical Network Level II (p. 105,
Run & Gun)
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Ares Alpha [Assault Rifle, Acc 5 (7), DV 13P, AP –3, SA/BF/FA,
RC 2, 42 (c), EX-explosive rounds (factored)]
Ares Predator V [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5(7), DV 8P, AP –1, SA, RC
—, 15(c)]
Flash-bang grenades [Grenade, DV 10S, AP –4, 10m radius]
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR (ELF) HUMAN FORM
Private investigators are a dime a dozen in Metrópole. The B A R S W L I C ESS M EDG
successful ones are those than combine a solid network of 5 5 5 5 4 2 3 3 6 4 2
contacts on the streets, with some solid Matrix investiga-
tion capabilities and a dash of debonair style. In Metrópole, JAGUAR FORM
a private investigator can be a shadowrunner’s best friend, B A R S W L I C ESS M EDG
extending his fact-finding abilities for a price, or their worst
6 6 6 5 4 2 3 3 6 4 2
nightmare, relentlessly smoking out the runner, ready to call
Condition Monitor 11/10
heavy backup to finish the job.
Armor: 2 11 + 2D6
Limits (Human/Jaguar) Physical 7/8, Mental 4, Social 6
B A R S W L I C ESS EDG Physical Initiative 8 + 2D6 / 9 + 2D6
3 4 4(5) 3 4 5 6 5 4.2 4 (Human/Jaguar)
Skills Gymnastics 10, Intimidation 10, Outdoors skill group 9, Perception
Condition Monitor 10/10
6, Stealth skill group 10, Unarmed Combat 10
Armor 6
Knowledge Skills Amazonian Politics 5, Amazonian Portuguese 4, Aztlan Politics
Limits Physical 5, Mental 7, Social 7(9) 3, Aztlaner Spanish 3, Corporate Politics 3, Dragons 2, English 3,
Physical Initiative 11 + 2D6 Insurgent Groups 6, Metrópole 3, Parazoology 5
Skills Acting skill group 6, Disguise 5, Etiquette 5, Perception 7, Pilot Qualities Acrobatic defender (p. 127, R&G)
Aircraft 2, Pilot Ground Craft 2, Pistols 4, Stealth skill group 7, Racial Traits Balance Receptor, Broadened Auditory Spectrum (Ultrasonic),
Unarmed Combat 3 Low-Light Vision, Movement (x1/x5/+2), Natural Weapon (Bite: DV
Knowledge Skills Amazonian Portuguese N, English 5, Law 4, Metrópole 4, Police (STR + 2)P, AP –3; Claws: DV (STR + 1)P, AP —), Shift (Metahuman
Procedures 4, Street Gang Identification 2 Form), Uneducated
Qualities SINner (National) Adept Powers Adrenaline Boost (level 1), Attribute Boost (Strength, Level 2),
Cloak (Level 3), Combat Sense 3, Traceless Walk
Augmentations Cyberears [Rating 3, w/ audio enhancement 3, select sound
filter 6], cybereyes [Rating 3, w/ low-light vision, ocular drone, Gear Contacts [Capacity 1, w/image link], earbuds [Capacity 1, w/ audio
vision enhancement 3, vision magnification], datajack, synaptic enhancement 1], qi focus (Mystic Armor Rating 2, Force 4),
booster 1, tailored pheromones 2 respirator, Transys Avalon (Device Rating 6, w/ sim module),
stealth tags, trodes
RCC Radio Shack Remote Controller (device rating 2)
Drones MCT Fly Spy (x3), Cyberspace Design Dalmatian
COMANDO VERDE
Gear Armor clothing [6, chemical protection 2, non-conductive 4],
autopicker [Rating 4], data tap, fake SIN (rating 4), Hermes
Ikon commlink [Device Rating 5, w/ sim module], Microtrónica
GANGER (ORK)
Azteca 200 cyberdeck [Device Rating 2, Atts 5 4 3 2, Prog 2], The Comando Verde are one of Metrópole’s largest gangs,
sensor tags, stealth tags
but there are thousands of gangs in the sprawl. Gangers in
Weapons Fichetti Security 600 [light pistol, Acc 6 (7), DV 7P, AP —, SA,
RC (1), 30 (c)] Metrópole typically can’t afford many enhancements, but
drugs are plentiful. Most of the time, gangers are high on
something, typically cram, but when a planned hit is going
DISA STALKER (JAGUAR down, doses of heavy-hitting drugs like nitro and kamikaze
SHAPESHIFTER ADEPT) are often passed around. Twitchiness and unpredictability,
None are more feared on the streets of Metrópole than DISA combined with a desperate life filled with daily violence, make
agents. Shapeshifters are favored. These agents are utterly Metrópole gang foot soldiers dangerous people to encounter.
loyal to the Amazonian nation and unquestionable in their B A R S W L I C ESS EDG
mandate to eradicate those whom they judge to be threats
8 3 3(4) 6 2 2 4 3 5.5 1
to the state. DISA field agents—brutally efficient and highly
trained killing machines—are supported by a vast intelligence Condition Monitor 12/9
apparatus feeding them information. The last mistake many Armor 11

make is assuming DISA agents are merely animals incapable Limits Physical 8, Mental 4, Social 5

of using technology. Physical Initiative 7 (8) + 2D6

Skills Close Combat skill group 4, Con 2, Etiquette 3, Firearms skill
group 4
Knowledge Skills Amazonian Portuguese (street) N, Drugs 3, Fences 2, Gang
Identification 6, Gang Politics 4, Smuggling Routes 4
Qualities Uncouth
Augmentations Orthoskin (rating 2)
Gear AR gloves, armor vest [9], contacts [image link, smartlink],
Cram (factored in stats), earbuds, Kamikaze, respirator,Sony
Emperor commlink [device rating 2]
Weapons Browning Ultra-Power [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5 (6), DV 8P, AP –1,
SA, RC —, 10(c)]
Colt M23 [Assault Rifle, Acc 4(6), DV 9P, AP –2, SA/BF/FA, RC -,
40 (c), external smartlink]

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QUIMBANDA STREET A VOZ HACKER (NOCTURNA)
MAGE (SATYR) A Voz does not underestimate the strength of Hualpa and
his control apparatus. Information is restricted, propaganda
Quimbanda street mages make no excuses for their power. They
the norm. A Voz hackers have a duty to open the eyes of the
wield it to make their enemies pay and to feel the triumph of
people to make them see the true nature of the dragons.
domination. Quimbanda mages, however, tend to be hedonis-
tic and enjoy those that bring proper deference and good times
with them. They love to love, and a romantic fling will bring out B A R S W L I C ESS EDG
the best in them … until it goes sour, at which time, staying in- 2 2 3 2 5 6 5 6 5.9 2
side a warded area for a few months is advisable. Condition Monitor 9/11
Armor 6
B A R S W L I C ESS M EDG Limits Physical 3, Mental 8, Social 8
Physical Initiative 8 + 1D6
4 4 4 4 4 2 3 4 6 5 3
Matrix Initiative (hot sim) ([Data Processing] + 5) + 4D6
Condition Monitor 10/10
Skills Automatics 2, Computer 5, Cracking skill group 6, Etiquette 4,
Armor 6 Forgery 5, Software 5
Limits Physical 6, Mental 4, Social 6 Knowledge Skills Amazonian History 5, Amazonian Politics 6, Amazonian
Physical Initiative 7 + 1D6 Portuguese N, DISA 3, English (‘L33tspeak) 2(+2), Japanese 2
Astral Initiative 6 + 1D6 Racial Traits Allergy (Sunlight, Mild), Keen-eared, Low-Light Vision,
Nocturnal, Unusual Hair (Colored Fur)
Skills Assensing 2, Blades 1, Con 3, Conjuring skill group 4, Etiquette 3,
Perception 2, Sorcery skill group 4, Stealth skill group 5 Augmentations Datajack
Knowledge Skills Amazonian Portuguese (street) N, Gang Identification 3, Gear Armor clothing [6], Renraku Tsurugi [Device rating 3, 6/5/5/3],
Metrópole 3, Quimbanda 3, The Tribunal 4 Stealth program, Sneak program, Exploit program
Racial Traits Low-Light Vision, Satyr Legs Weapons Steyr TMP [machine pistol, Acc 4, DV 7P, AP —, SA/BF/FA, RC
—, 30(c), laser sight]
Spells Agony, Compel Truth, Fashion, Foreboding, Powerbolt
Gear AR gloves, armor clothing [6], reagents (20 drams), Sony Emperor
commlink [Device Rating 2] AMAZONIAN GREAT
Weapons Knife [Blade, Reach —, Acc 5, DV 5P, AP –1]
ANACONDA
A VOZ INSURGENT (DWARF) Great anacondas are a relatively common sight in Amazonia.
Like many other sentient paracritters, Amazonia recognizes
A Voz insurgents believe their country is being occupied them as full citizens (they are even issued SINs). Considered
by things. If everyone knows the saying “never deal with a part of the dracomorph family, great anacondas are large
dragon,” then how can one tolerate such a beast dictating snakes with fine scales. Anacondas often act as vassal crea-
the lives of millions? These hardliners have dedicated their tures for dragons, from whom they can learn Dragonspeech
lives to violently bringing down the current Awakened gov- to communicate with metahumanity. Great anacondas, de-
ernment of Amazonia. The war with Aztlan may have been a spite a lack of wings, can fly. They are often seeing zig-zag-
blessing in disguise, because now Hualpa is weak. Now is the ging at full speed in the skies of Metrópole, snaking between
time to strike. buildings and trees.
B A R S W L I C ESS EDG
B A R S W L I C ESS M EDG
7 4 3(4) 6 5 2 4 2 3.6 3
4 6 6 8 5 6 4 5 6 7 5
Condition Monitor 12/11
Armor 11 Condition Monitor 10/11
Limits Physical 8, Mental 5, Social 5 Armor 12 (Hardened) (Immunity to Normal Weapons)
Physical Initiative 8 + 2D6 Limits Physical 9, Mental 7, Social 7
Skills Automatics 5, Close Combat skill group 4, First Aid 2, Physical Initiative 10 + 2D6
Leadership 3, Sneaking 3 Skills Assensing 9, Astral Combat 10, Counterspelling 10, Perception 10,
Knowledge Skills Amazonian History 5, Amazonian Politics 6, Amazonian Stealth skill group 10, Swimming 4, Unarmed Combat 9
Portuguese N, DISA 3, Dragons 3, English 2, Small Unit Tactics Powers Animal Control (Domesticated Animals, Reptiles), Compulsion,
5, Smuggling Routes 2 Concealment (Self ), Dual Natured, Immunity (Normal Weapons),
Qualities Prejudiced (Shapechangers) Magical Guard (Self ), Natural Weapon (Bite: 8P, AP –1),
Sapience, Venom
Augmentations Cybereyes [Rating 1, w/ image link, smartlink], platelet factory,
wired reflexes 1 Optional Powers Dragonspeech
Gear Armor vest [9], helmet [+2], Erika elite commlink [DR4], AR Note Amazonian great anacondas are Mystic Adepts. Amazonian Great
gloves, earbuds Anacondas have +1 Reach.
Weapons Yamaha Raiden [Assault Rifle, Acc 6(8), DV 11P, AP –2, BF/FA, Weapons Bite (DV 8P, AP –1)
RC(1), 60 (c)]
Fragmentation grenade [Grenade, DV 18P(f), AP +5, –2/m]

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NEW GEAR LIFE MODULES
The following Nationality is for use with, and adds to the
AVIBRAS-NISSAN AN 822 available options of, the Shadowrun Life Module character
Amazonia has one of the world’s largest demand for civil- creation system (p. 65, Run Faster).
ian helicopters, and they are extensively used to get around
the mega city to avoid the hazards of road transportation.
The Avibras-Nissan AN 822, built in partnership between NATIONALITY
the Japanese giant and a local Amazonian firm is specifically
AMAZONIAN
crafted for the reality of Metrópole air travel. It is small and
nimble enough to dodge competing air traffic, some of which Primary Language: Amazonian Portuguese (N)
are large flying critters, such as dracoforms. It carries a suite Secondary Language (choose 1 language with 1 rank):
of defensive measures to ward off the ever-present mid-air English, Japanese, German
extraction risk. High-end executives, however, will always be Universal Skills: Knowledge: Football +1, Knowledge:
driven by a rigger, either remotely or physically, or protected Amazonia +1, Knowledge: Paranormal Critters +1
by an overwatching decker. Regions:
Standard Accessories: Evasion Autosoft Rating 2, Metropole—Rio de Janeiro  : Etiquette +1, Swimming +1,
Manoeuvering Autosoft Rating 2, Electronic Warfare Autosoft Charisma +1, SINner(5)
Rating 2, Rigger Interface, Manual Controls Metropole—Centro : Computer +1, Knowledge : Paranor-
The AN 822 has a Device Rating of 4 and his operated mal Critters +1, Knowledge: Law +1, Logic +1, SINner(5)
using the Pilot Aircraft skill. Metropole—Sao Paulo  : Negotiation +1, Logic +1, Lan-
guage +2, SINner(5)
HANDL SPEED BOD ARM PILOT SENS SEATS AVAIL COST Metropole—SINless : Agility +1, Knowledge : Metropole +1
Amazonian Tribal : Survival +1, Archery +1, Knowledge :
5 6 14 10 3 3 5 10 221,500¥
Amazonian Rainforest +2, Knowledge: Flora +1, Body
+1, Uneducated

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