Aryan Brotherhood







ARYAN BROTHERHOOD

 A wide-scale North American racist organization the Aryan Brotherhood is made up of serious extremists from all over the country, a biker gang here, a lodge of KKK there.
All tied together with tenuous links provided by mail-drops, secure phone-lines, FTP sites and newsgroup messages.
All controlled by the Karotechia

The Aryan Brotherhood has proved to be an ideal blunt tool, good for spreading low-grade fear and pain amongst the sub-humans, and ideal for using as expendable cannon-fodder when a real Bauer or Ritter is too expensive or risky to chance.
In San Fransisco however, the Brotherhood is a fairly small-time organization, perhaps twenty hard core members, and perhaps five times as many people with leanings in their direction. Despite their small numbers they make themselves out to be a lot more powerful than they are, and they've become something of a legend in the underworld of SF's skins and neo-nazi's.
Recently, one of the smarter (natch) members of the gang decided that one of the greatest problems facing the 'lesser' races was drugs. In a flash of inspiration, he decided that selling drugs to the sub-humans would be an excellent way of preparing for the final war. Not only that, but they could fund the glorious return of the white only California with the money. On consultation with some of the other members, they decided that they could kill two birds with one stone, by stealing drugs from one of the local Chinese gangs who had been distributing them to white students on campus. thus stopping the further pollution of the white race, and combatting the Yellow peril at the same time.
This wonderful idea lead the Aryan Brother hood to carry out an armed raid on the house of a chemist working for the Kung Lok Tong!

MEMBERSHIP

The membership of the Aryan brotherhood is difficult to judge, there are perhaps twenty core members who believe in the ideal of a white South Californian homeland, and who are as well-armed and motivated as the average street-gang. Beoynd that there are perhaps one hundred "friendlies" who attend rallys, pogo to Skrewdriver, and will happily participate in a beating, but would balk at carrying out a drive-by shooting, or a cross- burning.

GOALS

The transformation of first San Fransisco and then all of California into a whites only state, and themselves into a ruling class served by white slaves.
Currently, survival now that the Karotechia has taken a special interest in them. One of their members has already dissapeared and been found tortured to death. The others dont want to suffer the same fate.


TYPICAL MEMBER

Name: Mark "Cobra" Richards Occupation: AB thug and Gas Station Attendant Birthplace/Education: San Francisco/ Highschool dropout Sex/Age: Male, 23 Likenesses: 
SIZ 14   CON 14   STR 14    DEX  9  SAN 45  MAG  0
APP  8   INT  8   EDU  7    POW 10  HP  14
Combat Skills: Punch 50%, Kick 50%, Headbutt 60%, Large Club (Baseball Bat) 50%, Dodge 30%
Non-Combat Skills: Computer Use 20%, Hide 30%, Drive Auto 50%, Throw 40% Law 10%, Occult 10%, Holocaust-Revisionist History 20%
Languages (S/R/W): English 50%, Read/Write 30%
Gear: 9mm Pistol, 2 magazines 12 rounds in each 35%, Aluminium Baseball bat with 6 inch-"reinforcements", Sawn Off 12 Gauge45%, White hood, Skrewdriver compilation minidisc, Minidisc Player, Battered and rusted VW Van

Mark flunked out of High school and has held-down a series of dead-end jobs ever since. He blamed his failings on others, and gravitated towards neo-nazi's and skinheads, he loved the energy of the music, the joint hatred of all things different, and the comaraderie of people would back him up when he chose to take out his failings on some poor hispanic student.
He had never had that feeling of bvelonging before.
After he beat his first man to death, he was contacted by a member of the Aryan Brotherhood, an organization of real extremists, that was something of a legend in the skin clubs of Southern California. They wanted him, they thought he was good enough to join. they provided beer, drugs and plenty of targets, and all he had to do was be himself.
Mark was in love. He was happy for the first time in his life.
He drove the getaway van for the raid on the VC druggie they were going to steal the gear from, he watched the raid from the outside and it scared the shit out of him, he saw his best drinking buddie get cut down in a hail of slugs through a window, and he returned the favour with a grenade somebody brought along.
Then the cops came and he ran. Drove his van faster than he'd ever seen it go, almost flipped it out at the first intersection, and he got away.
Or at least so he thought.
Then the Germans came, real nazi's. They killed a man for answering back, big, Andy "Wolf", he told 'em where to get off and one of them stepped forward and hit him in the throatwith his bare hand. Andy choked to death while everyone stood still, eyes forward, trying not to look as he coughed up the remains of his larynx.
"Get me the book the Chemist had. Nothing else is important. Including your own life.
If you fail me, death will not hide you." Said the boss-Nazi with the dead eyes and fish pale skin.
And Mark believed him.


CORRUPT POLICE OFFICER AND AB SYMPATHIZER

Jonathan "JoJo" Meyers

Age 35 - SFPD SWAT Officer - 2 Year degree Political Science He's a friendly to the Aryan Brotherhood and has more than a sympathetic leaning towards their deals. JoJo has been investigated for brutality in two cases, both against black suspects. He was almost found negligent during a shooting investigation, but witnesses could not be made to testify and he walked.

IAD has a small file on him, but considers him an overzealous officer rather than a corrupt one.

He was a member of the SWAT team that was called to put down the AB/Tong fight, and he fired a warning shot which allowed some members of the AB to escape.

He is currently suspended-with-pay again whilst the SFPD investigates the shooting incident.

This gives him much more time to devote to his AB hobby.

He is also a minor member of the American Underground army, and turns up irregularly to practice 'maneuvers' in the countryside around San Francisco. When he learns that the Buck Duggan has the Al-Azif, he goes straight to the AB and is rewarded for it by the Bischofe.

Later in the mission he might turn up at the side of the Bischofe, or as part of the raiding party that hits the AUA's compound to retrieve the book.

SWAT APARTMENT

CLUES:

NEIGHBOURS:

The little lady in the next house up:
"Oh yes, he's a very sweet boy, extremely respectful to his elders, and a police man to boot! If I was thirty years younger, I'd snatch him myself, as it is, I'm trying to get my daughter to call him. No luck though....
Where is he? Oh he left a few days ago with some other gentlemen in a van, they were wearing heavy boots and loose trousers with big baggy pockets like those ship-shopper's wear. I think he's gone on a training course, he always takes his big kit bag on them... Let me see, it was the day before yesterday at 10pm, I know, because I'd just settled down to watch....."

WHAT HAPPENED:

The Jaeger team came round to pick him up to identify the fireman. It was him who actually shot the guy. He jumped the gun a bit, and now the AB are keeping an eye on him in case he goes over the top.


LEADER (!?)

AB THUGS FOR THE FINALE

THE RAVE FLYER

 The flyer should be brought to the attention of the PC's fairly early on in the investigation, they may dismiss it and then go on a search for a copy of it that hasn't been pasted over with something else.

The flyer promises a wicked rave, names two or three famed SF underground DJ's, and promises no carding, no police and no cut E's. "All invited, bring a bottle, sorted!"

Of course the players might dismiss it out of hand until they look a little closer at the poorly printed bill and find certain occult symbols woven into the trippy background. Perhaps a little of the original Arabic couplet "...may eternal lie.". Perhaps an elder sign, or an authentic Arabic protective symbol. Something to make the occultists in the party think out loud. Pretty soon they'll realise that something important is going to happen at that rave.

It will become obvious to them that these Ravers know a little more than they're letting on, and that something else is behind them.

The Flyer can be obtained in several ways:
  1. There's a box of them at the Bischoffe's Apartment,
  2. They're pasted all over the place by the start of the adventure,
  3. Kids are handing them out in clubs and on the streets.
  "Hey there's a rave coming down, and we know the score!
Who are we? We're radio Free San Francisco, your official rave pirate- radio-station, and we're telling you that it's going to be the best party this side of the Burning Man!

No Carding, no pigs, and no limits.

You wanna screw on the floor, who are we to stop you!

Go wild and revel in the joy and freedom of the best trance and techno this side of the country. How do we know that? Because we'll be DJ-ing too! your favourite rude-boys DJ Skags and Bozz will be manning the decks for the entire evening, playing your choice of the best cuts around, and making our own music just for you.

Just tune in to Radio Free San Francisco on the 16th and we'll tell you where the party's gonna be. Bring your own booze and drugs, or buy ours when you get there it's easy!

Dress to impress and leave your weapons at home, cos our security's bigger than you.
If your name's Mr Colt, you're not coming in!
 		 

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