Delta Green NPC: Matthew Rockyhara

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Delta Green Cell Leader/Case Officer: Agent LAMBERT

 

Agent LAMBERT is a relic from the first true Delta Green campaign I ran back in college for my friends from around 2013-2015. I later wrote him up for the Night at the Opera Case Officer jam, though didn't finish the write up in time. Something of an unfortunate pattern of mine I'm working on. 

 I got to have the unique pleasure to see my creation brought to life so effectively by Finn as Agent IAGO in his I-Cell campaign for Belli Occulti in which I play Agent IMOGEN and I cannot tell you what an amazing feeling it is to get to see one of your creations so perfectly brought to life, especially when you get to interact with him as one of your own PCs. In fact, I owe it to Finn for conceptualizing Philip Seymour Hoffman as his face claim. I'm willing to post the whole thing now as Finn has already been able to make use of the hooks I listed in his write up, so nothing to spoil for my fellow players. 

Arkheologorodok in Focus: Miami in a Hangar

Mayami Import 

[Майами Импорт]

Beneath the derelict Institute for Experimental Aeronautics is an utterly cavernous facility, a massive hidden hangar, large enough to comfortably fit multiple tu-160s, strategic bombers with a wing span of a 182 ft. The hangar floor is lined with pull car towing systems and turntables for moving the aircraft onto rail lines for rapid deployment through tunnels to the eastern airfields. From the hangar, there are multiple rail, car, and pedestrian tunnels snaking out into the Underground at large, though many are still sealed behind massive blast doors that refuse to be lifted. 

But the Hangar is not abandoned, far from it, it is constantly abuzz with activity, for it is here that the smuggling ring Mayami Import has made its home, and under the wings of aircraft designed to drown a decadent west in flames, a flourishing market place has formed. 

Relations with Factions and Individuals After Session 8

What Others Think of You (As Far As You Know)

Friendship for Peace and Progress, 1961

• The Gay Nazis consider you Der Feind, don’t expect mercy

• The buyers you ambushed in the Archaeology Lab are probably none too pleased that you crushed Professor Krikov’s skull and stole their shit, whoever they are

• Bozo is a little less than enthused with you

• Spartak is much loved in the New National Bolshevik Party, you can consider them allies

• Saving the founder and president of the Excavators goes a long way, consider them friends

• Slava speaks well of you in Mayami Import, consider them friendly 

• Vernisa was pretty pleased with your work, consider the Saburovs as amicable

• Dr Orlova and her staff at the Polyclinic look forward to future joint ventures, consider them allies

• The Psychometric Agronomy Study Group at VARANIL are pleased with the current arrangement

• Oksana’s ex-boyfriend Boris probably isn’t happy you burgled his nest

• The artists and activists of CounterDogma would be willing to work with you again

• The Toporika Bratva are happy to take their cut out of your hustles 

• The detente with the Gopniks holds firm

• You haven’t left much of an impression on the revolutionaries of the Krasnaya Zvezdna 

• Major Smirnov is easing the militsiya pressure on you lot

• Abram, the Israeli hippie, is a friend of Spartak

• You haven't encountered the Thanatologists directly, but you have know NeoNazbol spy named Gera has infiltrated them

• The Sisters of Tleechy Natcha don't leave the Parlor very often, so they have no quarrel with you

NPCs and Factions are in bold

Locations are underlined

Dispositions are in italics 

Some of these may be combined

Delta Green NPC: Matthew Rockyhara

Here's a useful ally NPC for Delta Green. I wrote him up for this summer's NPC contest over at Night at the Opera. I started working on some expanded acquisition rules to make him more useful, but the deadline came before I could do that, but I still plan on doing that, so sit tight because I'll post it here when I do.
 You can get the Google Docs version here.

Matthew Rockyhara

The Agents find themselves outside a shamble down prefab building in the dreary badlands on the outskirts of the city. Behind the chain link fence topped with razor wire are cars of every make and model, the lights on the prefab illuminate red letters spelling “A#1 Towing Service” with “Your Satisfaction is Our #1 Priority” underneath, with “NO CHECKS ACCEPTED” written beneath that. This is where the case officer said to meet your contact for support.  A little old lady stands nearby the entrance, looking on the verge of tears. A wall of a man emerges from the prefab, looking like some kind of parody of a modern outlaw in his cowboy boots and raybans. The old woman starts babbling about how she needs that car to get her prescriptions. He tells her if she can’t cough up the $560 she can get bent. He walks past her towards the agents, beaming with a big smile when he spots them. He hands the agents the keys “Hey there! Our friend told me you guys would be here soon, said you needed a car. I got the perfect one, you don’t even need to worry about getting it back to me.” “What about the $560” one of the agents asks sheepishly “Oh, that? That’s all bullshit fees the city lets me charge. Only cost me $15 in gas to tow it over here for ya’ll, don’t worry about it!” He extends his hand in earnest friendship  “Matthew Rockyhara, by the way. At your service.”

Matthew Rockyhara is many things. A veteran. A small business owner. A scoundrel. A patriot. A minor crime lord. A friend. It was around the time our invasion of Panama was wrapping up in 1990 that Matthew Rockyhara had his brush with the unnatural. He flew Sikorsky Seahawks as an ensign for the navy, and it was in one of those helicopters that he proved himself a reliable and heroic man. Those agents would have died deaths indescribable in that jungle had he not braved that shimmering sky and juked the things filtering down from the sky.