CyberPub

WELCOME TO THE CROSSROADS. WE'VE GOT HE CURE FOR WHAT AILS YOU.

The universe can be a rough place, and few places are rougher than Resnick VII. In this far-flung, scantly regulated corner of the system, every killer for hire, private investigator, working stiff and plain old desperate soul comes through the Crossroads Tavern. Boniface Ahern owns the joint, pours the drinks and connects people with problems with people that solve them—for a cut.

Debt collections gone sideways, high society girls disappearing into the night, tragedy, revenge and things man was never meant to know—These are the tales of the Crossroads Tavern regulars; a bunch there ain’t nothin’ ‘regular’ about.