The Dregs Park Boys

Organization Structure

The crew has two organizational charts. There is the one Overseer Lahey Corrin files every Thursday on his clipboard, listing himself as Sector 9 Senior Property Manager, Randall Deshawn as Site Security Coordinator, and the rest of the crew as "occupancy-compliant residential tenants in good standing." Then there is the one that actually exists, which has never been written down and would be denied by every member if it were.

Overseer Lahey Corrin is the nominal head. He filed paperwork claiming the Park as a Good Fortune satellite property in 2179 and has filed continuous weekly amendments since. The corporate address the paperwork is sent to was decommissioned the same year. Corrin has interpreted the absence of response as long-form approval. He patrols the catwalks at three intervals per day, files compliance reports on what he sees, drinks from a refurbished thermos he refers to as "the protocol," and addresses the rest of the crew in increasingly ornate corrupted-network metaphors that intensify over the course of each shift. His authority within the Park is real but narrow. The crew defers to him on questions of paperwork, scheduling, and what to do when the catwalk lights flicker. They do not defer to him on operational matters, because operational matters do not appear in his compliance framework.

Jules Volker runs operations. The title does not exist. The function does. Jules occupies Container 7-Delta — Julian's Bay, the second-tier salvage container at the end of the Park's south catwalk — and from there designs every scheme the crew runs. The schemes are coherent in the planning stage. They are documented on a panel of salvage corkboard Bubz wired up for him in 2181, known internally as "the scheme wall." Approximately one in seven scheme-wall operations clears more credit than it costs. The other six are recovered by re-routing through Riko's grow-op revenue, which Jules treats as a strategic asset and never as a fallback. Jules has held a salvaged glass of fluorescent-green glucose drink in his right hand at every operational meeting since the Park formed. The drink count is a Park metric. By some unreliable internal tally it stands at 3,847. Nobody has independently verified the number.

Riko LaPorte is the actual revenue. The crew never describes him this way. Riko runs the grow-op out of a sheet-metal lean-to he built off the back of his own trailer, using equipment he has not been able to explain to anyone, including himself. The grow-op produces. Every time Riko has attempted to "scale" the operation under Jules's encouragement, the lean-to has burned. The Park's structural insurer — a Good Fortune affiliate Corrin has been filing claims with since 2180 — does not exist. The lean-to has been rebuilt four times. Each rebuild is functionally identical to the last, with no documented improvements, and produces the same uncannily pure product.

Bubz Merrick is the technician. Bubz repairs the catwalk lights, the trailer wiring, the comms tower, the kittenbot colony's bedding stations, and any piece of equipment any crew member breaks. He is gentle with machines and blunt with people in a way that lands as unkind. The fused prescription lenses around his eyes — a botched implant rejection from before the Park formed — make his gaze look magnified at all times, which several visiting scavengers have mistakenly read as aggressive when it is, in fact, the opposite. Bubz cannot remove them. Nobody asks. He maintains a colony of approximately fourteen feral kittenbots — cybernetic stray-cats that survived the Cascade on minimal compute and accumulated salvage power — that he has named individually and addresses by name. The kittenbots respond. Whether the responses are meaningful is a question Bubz considers settled and the rest of the crew considers private.

Randall Deshawn is enforcement. Randy is large, soft, agreeable, and devoted to Corrin to a degree that no one in the Park can fully explain. He wears the bottom half of a Good Fortune contractor jumpsuit and a chest-plate he refuses to clasp because, by his account, "it pinches." His survival in a district where pack discipline runs on visible aggression has been credited variously to his size, his disposition, and the fact that nobody in the Park or the surrounding levels wants to be the resident who shot Randy. He eats one Helix WellnessProt vat-grown patty every 45 minutes. Park residents tell time by where Randy is in the rotation.

Jay-Roc is peripheral. He claims affiliation with the Cathodics — Patch's repair shop one level up — but the Cathodics have never heard of him. His self-built foam-and-LED netrunner crown, which he refers to as "the deck," is constructed from materials that were last current in the early 2160s. He produces audio out of Bunk 14, the third-tier bunk near the Park's comms tower, and operates a sub-label that exists only on stickers he prints himself. Cory Vance and Trev Vance are his permanent crew, paid in patties, sharing the bunk he has commandeered.

The chain of command works in practice the way it does not work on paper. Corrin issues directives. The crew receives them, acknowledges them, and routes around them. Operational decisions flow Jules → Riko → Bubz, with Randy as the operational mass that physically moves between them when something heavy needs lifting. Jay-Roc operates parallel and does not participate. Nobody has explained this structure to Corrin. The compliance reports are unaffected.

Key Figures

Riko LaPorte — Stocky, mid-thirties, brown shaggy mullet, faint mustache, salvaged thermal-foil track jacket worn at every meeting. Carries an actual pre-Cascade .38 revolver he calls "the equalizer" because pre-Cascade firearms are cheaper than chrome and Riko does not trust chrome. Speaks in confident malapropisms. Has never been observed to apologize, correct himself, or doubt that he is being understood. Portrait: forthcoming.

Jules Volker — Tall, lean, dark hair worn back, recycled compression base layer descended from the pre-Cascade white t-shirt, always with a salvaged glass of fluorescent-green glucose drink in his right hand. Speaks in clipped if-then constructions. Refers to all crew operations as "the operation," which has caused minor confusion in the past when two operations were running simultaneously. The confusion was resolved by Jules calling both of them "the operation" louder. Portrait: forthcoming.

Bubz Merrick — Scruffy red-blond beard, patched plaid flannel, knit cap. The fused lenses around his eyes make his face read as permanently startled. Speaks plainly. Uses "fookin'" lightly, which is a Deep Dregs dialectal feature in the lower levels of Sector 9 and not a regional affectation. Names every kittenbot — Schrödinger, Cache-Miss, Beep, Lt. Foam, and ten others — and refers to them by name in operational meetings, which has caused Corrin to file three separate clarifications. Portrait: forthcoming.

Overseer Lahey Corrin — Late sixties or thereabouts. Weathered face, lined skin, gray hair retreating in two directions at once. Wears the gray-green Good Fortune sector-overseer uniform he was issued in 2169, with the corporate patches torn off and the seams resewn six times. Always holding a refurbished thermos of recycled coolant. Always holding a salvage-plastic clipboard. The protocol-isms intensify as the shift wears on and the thermos empties. Career ended in a "coolant incident" the entire Park refuses to detail. Portrait: forthcoming.

Randall "Randy" Deshawn — Six-foot-three, soft gut, no shirt. Wears the bottom half of a Good Fortune contractor jumpsuit (salvaged 2179, Corrin filed the paperwork) and a salvaged Ironclad chest-plate he refuses to clasp because "it pinches." The dangle is his silhouette — recognizable from two catwalks away in low light. Carries a Helix WellnessProt vat-grown patty in his right hand at all observed hours. Eats one every 45 minutes; the cycle has held without deviation for two years and the Park tells time by it. Addresses Corrin exclusively as "Mr. Lahey" — the vocative is not a question, it is how Randy opens lines. Disagrees with Corrin exactly once per scene and then defers, a pattern so consistent the crew listens for the slower line as an operational signal. Three intimidation attempts by adjacent scavenger crews resolved without violence because nobody in the surrounding levels wants to be the resident who shot Randy. Lt. Foam — Bubz's kittenbot with the half-functional optic — has imprinted on the patty smell and tracks Randy's position to within four meters, waiting at the cache entrance two minutes before each retrieval. Bubz once received a full patty quarter from Randy via Lt. Foam; Bubz preserved it in a salvage container he has not opened since — the only item in his workshop that has not been catalogued. Corrin found Randy in 2178 in a corridor adjacent to S9-B2, sitting against a wall in a half-functional contractor jumpsuit eating pre-Cascade trail mix. Filed paperwork on him within the hour. They share Trailer 1-Alpha, the bunk, and the daily schedule. Whatever the relationship is, it is the load-bearing wall of Dregs Park. What Randy was before 2178 is the one thing the Park has stopped asking. He has never described it; Corrin has never asked. Older residents of S9-A2 claim to recognize his face from a Good Fortune affiliate logistics roster in the early 2170s — a labor pool reorganized in 2174 whose contractor manifests were "lost in a storage migration." The recognition is uncertain and Randy neither confirms nor denies it. Two details refuse to settle: the 45-minute eating interval predates the WellnessProt pallets by years — Bubz's private ledger logs the same cadence in 2181 against an "unknown tan protein source," so the patties slotted into a clock that already existed — and the "Previous Address" field on Corrin's 2178 intake form is filled in, naming a Sector 9-A2 building demolished in the 2174 reorganization. Corrin filed it, has access to it, and has never once referenced it. The three shirts the Park's residents have brought Randy over the years sit folded under the bunk in descending size order — largest on the bottom, smallest on top, an ordering Randy chose and no one has asked him to explain. Portrait: randall-deshawn-6e3809e0.webp.

Jay-Roc — Mid-twenties, do-rag descendant, painted-aluminum chain, sunglasses indoors. Throws hand-signs at network ports. Refers to himself in third person mid-sentence. Drops "frig" as a verbal load-bearing wall. Produces audio that has never escaped the Park. Portrait: forthcoming.

Cory Vance and Trev Vance — Two skinny men, mismatched salvage clothing, baseball caps (one backwards, one forwards), one with a twitching cheek-augment, one with an ocular implant that blinks the wrong color. Otherwise nearly identical. Defer to Jay-Roc constantly. Finish each other's sentences without noticing. Paid in patties. Portraits: forthcoming.

Recurring Schemes

The Park's revenue model is not a model. It is a list of operations Jules has named, Riko has fueled, Bubz has wired, and Corrin has filed compliance paperwork on. Five recur with enough regularity that the surrounding scavenger gangs have learned to recognize them and route around them.

Cultural Influence

The rest of Sector 9 talks about Dregs Park the way they talk about a structural feature of the level. The Park is there. It does not appear to be going anywhere. Engagement with it produces irregular returns and consistent administrative paperwork. The larger Deep Dregs scavenger gangs have learned to detour around the Park's southern catwalk because, in 2181, a scavenger crew attempted a salvage raid and was intercepted by Randy, Bubz, and four kittenbots in a sequence none of the surviving raiders have been willing to describe. No one died. No salvage was lost. The raiders left and have not returned. The story is told with reverence in the lower levels for reasons that have less to do with the violence than with the unreadability of the encounter.

Patch, who operates the Cathodics one level above, holds the Park's standing repair credit in a ledger she does not refer to and has never charged against. Bubz brings kittenbot tooling problems to her workshop. She takes them. The relationship has never been formalized. Patch has, on three documented occasions, accepted synth-tar coupons from Riko in payment, which she has filed in a drawer labeled "do not honor." The drawer has six coupons. The other three were Riko's previous attempts.

Sump Row's mid-tier dealers — the ones who handle the glucose-drink concentrate supply Jules buys from in bulk — tolerate Jules because his unit count is steady. They do not engage with the rest of the Park. Several have asked Jules about the source of the dopamine-precursor product flowing through the Park's outbound channel. Jules has answered each time with a clipped if-then construction that contains no actionable information. The dealers have stopped asking. The product moves.

Good Fortune's affiliate desk in Sector 9 has filed three intervention orders against Dregs Park in the last six years. None have been executed. The first was canceled because the affiliate field officer assigned to the case forwarded the order to Corrin's address as a courtesy and Corrin filed a compliance acknowledgment that read as cooperative; the field officer interpreted the acknowledgment as resolution and closed the file. The second and third were canceled for reasons the affiliate desk has not documented. Corrin has expressed mild satisfaction with the outcome on each occasion. He believes Good Fortune has reviewed his compliance reports favorably.

Ironclad's Depot 7G-Tertiary patrol classifies the Park as "non-targeting" because, by the depot patrol captain's internal note, "the cluster pays no return on engagement and produces useful intelligence on which trailer routes are still active." The note has been redacted from official patrol reports. The classification persists.

Connections

The Park's external connections are geographic, not strategic. The crew does not have allies in the larger Sprawl sense. They have neighbors who have decided not to bother with them.