Yes, But... What if it was Shadowrun?

So...after we get through the whole story I have planned and the characters can use Malazzarr's trees to go back and revisit worlds, this could be a thing...

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Raven twisted the throttle on the hoverbike's steering column and pulled back. The repulsorlift vehicle screamed into the sky, the thunder of its engine and the roar of the wind was almost loud enough to drown out the sirens of the corporate security vehicle chasing him. 

The world had changed dramatically in the thirty-eight years that had passed since his last visit. Many of the metahuman superheroes he had fought alongside had retired, replaced by a younger generation of cybernetically-enhanced individuals in the employ of the mega-corporations who, for all intents and purposes, had replaced the governments of entire nations.

These powerful companies had lobbied for and won numerous concessions in the intervening decades. Those same privileges, won through political graft, had weakened the authority of the various states to the point where these financial giants could operate with near-impunity. The wealthy executives enacted policies that had squeezed the lower classes further into poverty, creating a dystopian culture where the social elite ruled over entire cities and tech sectors. Many of the people no longer identified themselves by nationality but by the company they worked for, with entire generations working for the same employers.

Still, there were individuals who existed outside of this power structure. Individuals who, much like the adventurers of his native world of Toril, performed anonymous, freelance jobs for the megacorps, often in the form of espionage against rival companies. 

Jobs like the one he had been hired to perform tonight. His team, mostly kids in their early-20s, had been tasked with retrieving data on the development of a new technology. Their computer expert had made a miscalculation and set off an alarm during the retrieval. Raven ordered the group to split up and go to ground while he lead the security team away. He would rendezvous with them in the morning and deliver the captured data to receive their payment. That money would go towards food and medical services for an entire neighborhood. While the thought of breaking the law didn't sit well with him, the relief the poor would receive helped assuage his conscience. 

Raven twisted the handlebars of the hoverbike and banked hard. Bullets whizzed past his head, peppering the building ahead of him with shrapnel. He pushed forward on the control yoke, sending the vehicle into a dive, disappearing into a shadowy alley. He cut the repulsorlift engine and leaped clear of the bike, landing nimbly on a fire escape and drew Nightwatcher. As the security team dove into the alley behind him, he slashed with the nearly unbreakable blade, its enchanted adamantite slicing through durasteel armor like a hot knife through butter. Sparks flew and smoke began billowing from the engine. The pursuers turned and fled, unwilling to risk their lives for a handful of credits.

Raven watched them fly off, scanning the night sky for others who may be after him. Once he was satisfied that he had shaken his pursuers, he sheathed his sword made his way down to the street below before vanishing into the shadows of Seattle as it started to rain.