Powerdealers
#stratum
The real elite of the Cyberpunk Universe. Remote & elusive, powerful & tactical.
Corporate Presidents, CEOs, world-renown media personalities (not the anti-corpo kind) and the most influential of international politicos. These people have their tentacles in everything, but no one can ever trace it back to them.
These people also have flunkies, ghouls, slaves, autonomous robots etc. that get them everything from fresh spring water from the South American forests to cooking their food and taking care of their babies.
At the top of the highest towers of the Corporate Center, in lavish penthouses. Some have gone out of their way to make themselves a fortress within a fortress in Westbrook, where real trees are tended to by Techies. Others prefer the calm waves of Pacifica.
Their 9-to-5 is having sex, eating decadent food (and yet looking as glistening as ever) and maybe giving the EuroParliament a call complaining about trade tariffs. They can do whatever they want, when they want, and they'll have 3d6 specialists at their beck and call for whatever they decide on.
- Real food made by the most exquisite of chefs. Beef grown on ranches, fruits and vegetables from the most luxurious of hydroponics gardens.
- Concerts & operas. Art exhibitions and auctions. Expensive banquets and bioengineered orgies. Oftentimes, exclusive bloodsports or arousing rituals.
- Whatever their heart desires. A flunk will go and buy it for them, even if it's the worst SynthCoke in South Night City or the sweetest Coca made by El Norte Cartel.