Ghost in the City Cyberpunk Gamer SI

Chapter 56
I was back home setting up for some programming grinding since I still wanted to make my music box, when I got an incoming call from Jun.

*Hey Jun-Nii. What’s up?*

*Finally, I called you a few times this afternoon, where were you?*

I blushed a little when I noticed that I had alerts for missed calls. Okay Motoko you fucking boomer. You really need to remember to check your phone more often! I yelled at myself before answering Jun.

*I was with Vik, doing a sleep thing. He was giving me a check up but wanted me to stay for a bit so I took a nap. Sorry Jun-Nii. You okay? Need my help?*

*I’m fine Motoko just checking in on you. You weren’t home when I stopped by. Listen, I have a feeling you already know, but Jotaro Shobo is dead.*

*Waaa no waaay? Really? Oh man that’s terrrrrible.* I fake gasped to get a laugh but Jun wasn’t laughing.

*As far as anyone is concerned Jotaro was killed by the family of someone he… It doesn’t matter. But that’s what everyone is saying. Keep it that way. Motoko if you ever listen to me, then listen to me now. Never talk about Jotaro again.*

Jun was seriously worried. I frowned looking at my programming for a minute just to have something real to focus on.

*I promise Jun. It’s done. No point talking about it.*

*Good. Good… You know you can talk to me about stuff like this. I can protect you from anything Imouto, you just have to trust me enough to tell me.*

*I do trust you Jun. And you can trust me to protect you too. So if you ever need a hand.*

*I will call this scary sniper I know, yeah.* He said and I had to giggle at that. Sniping was like the least of my talents though. I wasn’t even that good at it. I was just sneaky.

*I have to go Motoko. I’ll be back in the morning, and we’ll talk more then. Just keep your head down for a bit.*

*Sure.*

The call clicked as it ended and I was left to refocus on my work. So the TC didn’t suspect me or at least the common members didn’t. Good.

Hopefully it will stay that way.

I put my hands back on the keyboard and started typing. I had a skill to level up.

—--

I was still only working on Ping as I had no other Quick Hack programs to mess with, and I didn’t feel confident enough in trying to create a program from scratch yet, when I got my second ding.

*Programming skill level up!*

*1 Perk Point Gained.*

“Yes!” I called out thrilled at the sudden burst of knowledge with Programming 2. Yeah I was definitely feeling a lot better about my programming, plus the perk meant I would have a serious advantage. Instantly I dug through the perk list. This perk would be supremely important to my future, because Programming was going to be a serious advantage in the future.

So I explored the options entirely. A few instantly popped to the forefront.

Inspired Programmer: Inspiration strikes constantly. Never run out of steam while programming.

It seemed kind of innocuous, but also secretly really powerful. Sure my system gave me knowledge, and I didn’t tend to get bored with whatever task I was doing, but constant inspiration would mean my programs come out better, come out faster. But it wasn’t the only one that caught my eye.

Debug: At a single glance, you will know what is causing your program not to work, or where the program can be improved.

Another extremely powerful sounding perk. It’s one thing to know programming, and it’s another to have confidence in being able to make it work. To figure out what was wrong…

The list went on, but I needed to decide. At Programming 2, I was still so new to the skill that a perk would make massive changes.

Did I want to make sure my programming worked? Or did I want to keep pumping out programs to level up?

It was two sides of the coin.

But I had to make a decision and so I did.

Debug. I decided to make sure what I was working with could work. It might not be the best, but the skill itself did give me knowledge on how to make the programs anyway. But making sure whatever I was working on would actually function would hopefully give me more XP in the long run than just pumping out Programming that was a mess.

Instantly I felt like I was some ancient programmer that debugged irritating students for a living.

But I knew.

I pulled out my Ping Quick Hacks details on the laptop again, and instantly I could see the absolute college programmer tier problems with it.

Made sense. The program was bottom of the barrel sludge ware. I could fix it though. At least somewhat.

That sense of knowing as always felt great, filled me with a sense of purpose.

My hands tore across the keyboard removing bloat, fixing leaks. Solving a problem that made the thing last half as long as it should in systems that aren’t resisting.

And to my delight each problem solved was a bit of XP.

With that the XP started racing in, as I was making honest real improvements to Ping. When I was done, I wouldn’t say it was quite at the level of an upgrade to its rarity in game terms, but I think I had actually reduced the RAM a Cyberdeck would need to run the program.

Which was impressive enough, since the program was already fairly light.

But I kept working on it. Tearing it apart piece by piece, line by line.

And a program, even one as simple as Ping wasn’t a small piece of code. The amount of systems it had to interface with, both external and internal as it had to use whatever optics you had installed to display the information it had gained?

The thing was overly complicated.

Which made me realize I could completely do away with most of it.

I tore apart huge swaths of the code reducing it so it would only work and display on my particular optics. Since it didn’t have to query or check for any other internal systems, the program slimmed right down. Practically reducing the actual program slot usage to almost nothing.

I realized that it was completely possible for Ping since it was much smaller than the juggernauts of the Quick Hack world to be reduced to a completely negligible size on my Cyberdeck.

I might actually be able to reduce it so much that it wouldn’t even use up the Cyberdecks slot count.

To always have Ping installed, ready and able? That would be supremely useful, and give me more utility.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I stepped away late in the afternoon to get a meal from the street vendors. I was right Programming was truly a weapon that I had to utilize.

I decided to step away from the apartment for a bit while I ate. I still had my Burya and Lexington on me, so I decided to walk around the block. Like I had done back when I was still grinding out my body. It was… Nice to go back to something so simple.

It reminded me that I needed to keep choosing to live my life how I wanted, and not be subconsciously afraid of Maelstrom Borgs around every corner.

I stuck the final bit of meat on a stick into my mouth, tossed the skewer into the trash and decided to move around a bit. Instead of heading straight home I went for a jog. First up further into Japantown taking the stairs up to the surface near Cherry Blossom Market. Then just around the shops along the strip malls trailing the roads.

Honestly I just had that urge to move. I had spent days grinding or planning murder, and only did a little bit of time outside while actually committing the murder.

I just wanted to be free of of it all for a bit.

I walked through crowds amused at how many of them were armed. And how easy it would be to kill almost all of them. It was amazing what just having a bit of skill and experience will do to someone. Sure everyone had a gun, but most of them would die before ever getting to use it in an emergency.

I shook that thought away. I had a benefit that no one else did, and there were still people better than me. I shouldn’t get arrogant. The fact was, I was only special because of a random blip of chance.

One in a trillion.

I didn’t know if there was a god in this world. I mean, chances were there actually was magic considering the Cyberpunk references in the Witcher.

But I wasn’t sure what great deity I should thank for my circumstances, so instead of picking one I just looked up into the sky for a moment, and sent a silent thank you into the air.

Because the fact was. I loved this life. With all the horrors and disgusting elements. Even without puppies.

Because I had power. And power gave me autonomy. I could choose what I wanted to do. Where I wanted to go.

In my last life I didn’t have that. Stuck in the same routine to survive. Now, if I ran low on eddies I could find a fixer and in a single afternoon make thousands of eddies while also making myself stronger.

The dopamine rush of improving yourself, and knowing you are getting better mixed with the freedom to do as I liked? Yeah I loved this crapsack world. I blinked as a drop of water landed on my nose. The sky had been cloudy all morning, and suddenly it started raining. I looked around. Noticing some people grabbed umbrellas out of bags and continued on with their day. Some ignored the water throwing hoods over their heads, or just walking through it without a care. Either too drugged, too chromed, or too indifferent to care.

Others hurried under overhangs or moved out of the open to get out of the water.

And there I stood. Letting the rain come down, and soak my hair as I watched the people all around me.

The water darkening the california sun, the people hurrying around neon shining off wet umbrellas and coats.

It might be a cyberpunk dystopia. But it’s my cyberpunk dystopia.

I continued walking through the streets just enjoying the ambiance of a rainy cyberpunk city.

I would think about grinding more. Killing more, and living more in a few hours. For now I was just enjoying the backdrop.

—---

The next day I got a call from Regina to meet.

I suited up, making sure I had some max-docs in my pockets just to be safe and headed out.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Regina.

…It was just that I didn’t trust Regina. Or rather I was cautious. I had sorta forced the gig on her, and I hadn’t been nice to her underling.

Pulling into a space near her building I walked up to the side entrance like before, but this time when I entered the little elevator room on the side of the building and hit the button Regina answered.

“Come on up.” The elevator came down moments later and I slipped in, the option was already pressed when I entered and it started moving upwards.

When the elevator reached the top I was in fact faced with two HMG turrets, both on and pointing. I readied myself. It wouldn’t be easy to survive if they both went off…

Okay even I would die if those two started firing at me in an enclosed space.

But instead they powered down after a moment and Regina turned the corner.

“Nice to see you face to face.”

“Nice to not have guns pointed at me anymore.” I mumbled but stepped out and took her offered hand.

“Just a precaution. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did a gig for me to try and get close enough to knife me.”

“Well luckily, I’m not here for that.”

“No, you aren’t. Payment for services rendered.” She offered her eyes flashing blue and a hefty chunk of eddies was dropped into my account. I couldn’t help the smile spread on my face. I would probably go hunt down that Cyberdeck once I was done here now.

“Walk with me.” She said after a moment leading me out of the broken down lobby and into a room with a massive window overlooking the city, she walked over leaned against the glass looking outwards.

I stood there for a few moments wondering what she was going to say, but the silence stretched on for a bit longer than was comfortable for me.

“Motoko Kusanagi. I’ve looked into you a bit. Spoke with Wakako. She speaks highly of you. I’ve only worked with her a few times thankfully. Never seemed to have a kind word for anyone, but you she did. I’ll be honest, I didn't expect for Jotaro to die. Not so quickly after you said you could. I definitely didn’t expect it to happen without anyone knowing who did it. TC leadership are convinced it was done at the behest of a family Jotaro murdered… They are all dead, just in case you didn’t know. I was working with the mother when she was picked up by Jotaros goons.”

Jotaro being a piece of shit and murdering an entire family? Color me not at all surprised. Still it was kind of nice for Wakako to talk me up. I’d have to stop by and thank her some time.

“Yeah I heard. My brother mentioned everyone thought it was the family of a victim that put out the hit.”

“And your skill meant no one had any evidence to say otherwise… You did good work. I have a contact with the TC, got me the report they put together about the kill. No evidence towards who could have done it at all. That isn’t something any street kid with a Lexington can pull off.”

I simply waited without saying anything. It was one of those statements that was more a question. Like everyone at first they want to know how a fourteen year old can act like a professional killer.

The silence stretched, my eyes didn’t blink more than happy to wait for her to actually ask something, or just move on.

She chuffed a soft laugh. “Fine. I may have some gigs for someone with your skillset. I already spoke to Wakako about poaching you, she told me to go die in a ditch, but agreed that I can offer you some gigs without stepping on toes.”

“I wouldn’t mind a few gigs.” I had to agree. A few fun gigs some more eddies, it would give me something to do.

“Excellent. Today is a face to face. I’ll reach out to you in the next week with a gig. Should be right up your alley. I have someone I need flatlined. I don’t think that will be an issue?”

“No. No problem. I’ll kill someone if the gig says I need to.” I answer simply. There was no point in trying to hide it.

I really didn’t have any emotional problems with killing people.

“Good. Then I’ll be in touch with you soon once I set the gig up… I’ll admit kid, you aren’t the normal type of merc I hire. But if I didn’t already know you had killed Jotaro… Even I wouldn’t have any idea who did it. I can use that skill. As long as it stays consistent.”

“Then we’ll be working together a lot in the future. Anything else?”

“No. Go on kid, enjoy your eddies.”

I headed back to the elevator, always keeping an eye on the reflection of Regina in the window, and then on the HMG turrets that were still shut down, but it would only take a second for them to turn on.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Regina… It was just I felt like she would stab me in the back if she thought it was useful. I had no real reason to expect it, but it was just a general paranoia. Whether it was good or bad, would be determined I suppose.

Only once I was back in my Quadra and driving down the street did I release a sigh.

Finally.

Time to go shopping!

—--

As I drove out towards the ripper that Vik had told me had my Cyberdeck I was more than happy to make this deal.

But then as I started walking up to the place the ripper should be. I had the wildest sense of deja vu

I found myself staring past the sign of the ripper dock, looking out into the water off the pier.

I glanced at the opposite wall. A big 6th Street tag which looked pretty fresh was covering the wall.

I knew this place.

I knew this place!

This was David's Ripper. That crazy fuck that had literally fucked David over by not giving him his meds after an operation.

But also a guy that afterwards had tried to help out David. A weird dichotomy of a man.

Either way, I knew how this fucker operated. He wouldn’t lay a finger on my meat or my chrome.

I shook away the ghosts of the future and stepped in.

“Looking for the Doc.” I called out noticing the room was dirty, I didn’t see him at first, only as his head popped out from behind his ripper chair did I notice what he was doing.

BD and masturbating…

Greeeeat.

“Oooh. And who is this? Looking for some chrome? Well I got the stuff alright.” He said his face shifting looking me over, his electronic eyes had already noticed my equipment. He hadn’t hesitated a moment before realizing I was here with eddies.

“Viktor Vector contacted you recently, about a Seacho Cyberdeck. You said you have one.”

“Oh that’s who you are, Viks chrome ey? Alright alright, come on in, I got what you want.” He said with a chuckle that I wasn’t sure if it was perversion or greed.

Fucking slimeball.

But after a few moments he pulled out a canister, cracked the seal and pulled the canister open showing the Cyberdeck resting in the cradle. Then before I could get a view he closed it down.

“Twenty thou for this beauty.”

“Bullshit. That thing isn’t worth more than fifteen, and we both know it. Vik even confirmed the price with me.”

“Twenty, these aren’t easy to come by anymore. Got another buyer, so the price went up.” He offered with a chuckle.

This fucker. Fine if he wanted to play fuck around games.

“No deal. I’ll go find another deck somewhere else then.” I said turning to leave the room.

“H-hey, hold your chrome, you won’t find another in the entire city! This little baby is worth the price.” He offered waving the canister at me enticingly.

“It’s worth fifteen grand max. If you want to sell it and have those eddies in your pocket right now, that’s the price.” I offered instantly. If it was any other ripper maybe I would have haggled but I didn’t want to deal with this guy in the first place.

“Tsk, no interest in bartering in the new generation.” He said but didn’t agree to the price. Instead he walked over and settled onto a chair waving the canister at me. “How about a deal, a few extras you can buy that might-”

“I’m only here for the Cyberdeck. If you aren’t going to sell it, I’ll delta.” I cut him off. I didn’t want anything this ripper was selling.

Other than my new Cyberdeck.

“Fine, fine. I’ll give it away at sixteen thousand. Since you’re here, and the other buyer isn’t. I mean it girl, you won’t find anyone else with one of these babies.”

“That’s robbery. I’ll throw an extra five hundred on, lowest I’ll go, offer me any other deal and I’m deltaing. I can find another Cyberdeck.”

“Hehe, Well I guess I’ll just have to take it then.” He offered chuckling but I wasn’t happy, before he could say anything I snatched it out of his stupid cyber hand.

“Hey!”

I popped the seal and looked it over, scanning it for any problems. To my surprise it was actually in good condition. I noticed a few problems, but just normal issues with Cyberdecks that had been used before.

I could actually fix most of them with a few minutes work if I felt up to it, but I bet Vik could as well.

“Now my eddies, and I’ll get that right in there for you.” He offered waving at his chair. Only his wasn’t anything like Viks.

It had a fucking bite bar.

“Pass. I have my own ripper.” I told him but my eyes went blue and I sent over the 15500 eddies, and walked out.

I felt like I needed a bath. But Vik first.

I wanted more RAM dammit!

—--

“Viiiik!” I called out as I spun into his downstairs clinic having leapt down the stairs and grabbed the hand rail to turn my momentum into a spin inside. “I got my Cyberdeck!” I told him holding up the canister in both hands to show it off.

“Heh!” The old ripper couldn’t help but laugh as he looked up from his laptop he had been mid email by the looks of it as I entered, seeing me practically bouncing on my toes to get an upgrade.

“Alright alright. C’mon kid let’s take a look. I’ll need to look over the deck before I install.”

“Definitely! The chip is in good condition, but it could use a good cleanup, and maybe a repair to one of the neural input. I noticed the connection was a bit tarnished.”

“Oh? Good eye. Heh or good eyes I suppose.” He teased looking up into my eyes before taking the canister from me and rolling across the floor. “Alright let’s see what we’re working with.” He muttered as he slotted it into his system and it instantly started doing a check on the deck, as well as a visual high def magnification on the circuitry.

Vik was cool.

I settled on the ripper chair beside him and pointed out the tarnish I mentioned only to see him use his tools to instantly clean it off, and even overlay a new gold overlay to ensure the connection wasn’t damaged.

“All cleaned up, and fixed up. You ready?” He asked teasing, but he did let his face relax a bit and asked the same question a bit more seriously. “You sure you’re ready?”

I hesitated but exhaled.

This wasn’t going to hurt me. It couldn’t. Nothing about me would change. I was I.

Motoko was Motoko.

My body was a piece of me, but wasn’t me. My soul. My ghost would not be harmed by something like this. Something so miniscule.

“Yes.” I said opening my eyes, my will firm and ready.

“Then let’s settle you back.”
 
Chapter 57
I walked out of Viks clinic into a new world.

I could barely believe the difference a new Cyberdeck brought. The speed, the clarity.

The fact it was able to connect to my systems better. It wasn’t fifty year old tech trying to connect to modern Kiroshi, anymore.

The Seacho Mk. 2 wasn’t top of the line, but it was a specialist deck. Made for rapid instant break ins and uploads. It was more than three times the power of the Millitech just outright. And that was only the numbers, and the numbers didn’t tell the whole story.

It was new architecture. The difference of more than fifty years of improvements on the programming code…

Well fifty years was saying a lot considering the Data Krash pushed everything back so much the Paraline was even still being sold. But the Seacho was new. Responsive, and designed for someone like me.

In my old life, it would be the difference in RAM from going from a DDR2, to a DDR5 memory stick.

You could have both offer the same level of RAM, but the DDR5 was a different beast even with the same numbers.

I glanced at a vending machine, as I walked past, reaching down and scooping up the soda it dropped.

I didn’t even need to slow down. Didn’t need to hold my eyes on the machine as I breached through its ICE.

No.

I simply looked, and instantly the pointed knives of my attack slipped through all the defenses.

I stepped out onto the street. People traveling up and down the streets moved past me, but it didn’t matter. I was utterly focused on the netscape.

As I slipped through barriers, defenses, and peeked into their secrets.

This?

This was cool.

—--

I was feeling pretty good once I got home, but I had a lot of work to do.

First? I needed to level my programming skill up some more, because I wanted to do something crazy.

I wanted my own Quickhack.

That was my goal. I wanted to be the netrunner that creates their own tools, because I wasn’t some script kiddy playing around.

I was Motoko Fucking Kusanagi. I might not be The Major, but I would do her proud by not being a net moron.

So I took off my jacket, plopped my gloves on the table, stretched my fingers and got to typing.

Ping was still my target. I had managed to clean up a lot of the code, although now that I had a new deck I needed to adjust it again, the downside of slimming the program so much, but now it was a slim program that basically just did the one thing. It highlighted everything connected to the network, but I wanted it to do more than that.

It could do more than that.

First thing started adding to the program trying to make it harder to detect. Stealth was still my biggest advantage, and if I could ping a network without anyone noticing, even if there was an active netrunner that would be an advantage I couldn’t ignore.

I knew just enough about programming now that as I started writing code to try and hide the Ping network access that I knew it wasn’t going to totally work, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t need perfect. I just needed code that I could improve, correct, rip apart and start again if I needed.

It was all about grinding, and even within just a few minutes of work, I got another alert.

*100 Programming XP Gained.*

Well that just meant I was on the right track.

—--

“Hey Jun!” I called out as I continued to type along. This bit of code was just not working, and it was driving me nuts!

Even my debug knowledge, while helpful, wasn't enough to fix it immediately. Although a sense of knowing had narrowed the bug down to just a small section of the code. Something here was wrong.

I knew it was wrong. I knew it wouldn’t work and would crash if I tried to use it, but I didn’t know why. I was down to reading through each line of code going through the section I just knew something was wrong at, luckily once I finished reading a bit of the code I could ignore it after.

The bug wasn’t in anything I had already checked. So I just had to keep reading down the lines till I find it.

“Motoko… You okay?”

“This bug is going to die Jun. I kill things for a living so I will eventually kill this bug too.” I told him as my fingers continued to thrash along the keyboard slowly line after line the code dropped down further and further. I was nearing the end now.

Ah.

That’s why! The port information was wrong. I had mistyped while going through it! A few moments later I finished the line and I knew it would work. The surety from Debug telling me this bit of code would work.

It wasn’t pretty. It was messy and there was a memory leak in there I was gonna need to work out.

But it worked.

*Programming skill level up!*

Programming 3.

“Whew.”

“Get it?” he asked as I glanced up. Jun had obviously made himself at home while I was focused, a burrito in his hands as he sat on the couch, beside me.

I honestly hadn’t even felt him sit down.

“Yeah mostly. It’s still garbage code, but it works, and it’s mine.” I told him with a smile as he nodded slowly, eyes on me as he ate his burrito.

“What?’

“You are so weird now. I’m proud of you, for actually sticking through it enough to learn netrunning stuff, but it’s still so weird to see you so focused.” He offered as he bit into his burrito and started chewing, eyes never leaving me.

I felt my cheeks heating up a bit.

“It’s just a useful skill… And it’s not boring exactly… I don’t really get bored as long as I’m doing something nowadays.” I had to admit. Fact was, that fully knowing you could improve just by slamming your face into something made boredom sort of a non issue. Like how someone can sit behind a computer and grind a stat in a video game, it was that same sense. Sure you had already killed a thousand goblins, but you only needed another four hundred and you would level your sword skill! That same sense of just a bit more to get there was nice.

“Well I’m glad. Maybe you’ll start putting out some useful programs, get rich and retire from all this crazy merc stuff.”

“Never!” I said with a sharp grin. “Even if I’m a bajillionaire I’ll still go out into the city and beat up gonks!” I cried out, chrome fist raised.

“Yeah. I know.” He said, not quite laughing but with a small smile on his face. “I’ll just have to keep getting dragged into your disasters to keep you safe.”

“You followed me last time! I didn’t drag you anywhere!”

“Sure.” He said disagreeing with me in tone as he reached out and patted me on the head a few times. “Whatever you say Imouto. Just make sure you tell me before you go do something crazy again.”

I huffed at him stupid Jun-nii! But since I was a generous little sister I decided not to kick him while he ate. I instead focused on the program infront of me.

It might be workable now.

But it wasn’t done.

And neither was I.

—--

After a few more hours of fixing the code that I just wrote, because as I leveled up, I already knew a few things I could do to improve it. I sat back. Jun was still sitting beside me, although he had moved around a few times since the last time we chatted. He was now on the floor instead of the couch cleaning his equipment. His Thermal Katana, currently getting a going over as he sat and worked over the blade.

I watched as he slowly wiped down the blade, he had already put it in a sharpener. The mechanical system rehoning the blade to a molecular edge.

Science katanas were pretty cool.

I should probably clean up mine too. I always did a little bit of work cleaning everything up when I was done, but my fingers were feeling a little itchy still.

So I pushed my laptop away, and instead grabbed my axe.

The guitar thrummed lightly as I hit some random notes, just a way to stretch out my fingers. The noise drew Juns attention as he looked up.

“Still interested in being a Rockerboy huh?”

“I just… It’s nice. To do something that has nothing to do with my merc work.” I told him honestly as I started strumming a little song. Nothing in particular. Instead just a mish mash of different songs and chords that I wanted to hear.

“Still no good at it.” He told me, teasing after a few minutes of me just playing around.

Outrage!

Vengeance!

I instantly started into the opening riff to Ballad of Buck Ravers. My eyes locked on Jun as I played ‘oldies’ just to punish my brother that had no taste.

His nose scrunched up as I started the vocals.

“Lost another day! To pointless drudgery!”

“Motoko, stop it. Play something good.”

I ignored his pleading, fully getting into it as I jumped onto the couch and started rocking out.

I mean sure one of the neighbors started pounding on the walls mid song, but the look of irritation on Jun's face was well worth it!

—--

That afternoon long after I had driven Jun away with my perfect rendition of Samurai… Okay it could still use some work, but it wasn’t bad anymore. I was actually fairly competent with my Guitar now.

My voice could probably still use some practice though…

Anyway, I got a call from someone I didn’t expect.

Ichi.

*Motoko. Hey, do you got a minute? I need… I need some help.* Ichi’s voice started as soon as I picked up even before I could say anything.

*What? Of course Ichi, what’s wrong?*

*Jotaro Shobo is dead. Murdered at the Ho-oh… I don’t… I don’t have a job anymore.*

*Yeah I heard about that from Jun, but what do you mean you don’t have a job?*

*Shobo needed people to haul stuff around, the new owner of Ho-Oh doesn’t. Anyway, listen. I know you're crazy and stuff… You don’t happen to have some work I can back you up on? You know I’m not amazing with iron, but I’m a good driver. I can-*

*Whoa whoa Ichi slow down. I’m more than happy to work with you if you want, but what’s going on? You’re sounding freaked* I told him, and he did, he sounded stressed as fuck.

*I never told you, I… My parents are deadbeats. I don’t even see them, but I live with my Grandmother. She’s old Motoko. Can’t really work anymore, but I can’t just… I pay the rent and buy food and stuff, but without my job with Jotaro I don’t…*

Shit.

Shiiiiit. This was my fault. I hadn’t even considered the repercussions of killing Jotaro on my choom…

Okay it didn’t matter I still would have killed him, I like Ichi, but his comfortable job wasn’t worth the monstrous shit Jotaro did, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t responsible here.

*The TC won’t give you work? I mean, you did great during the war right?*

*Motoko, the war is over. There were a lot of drivers that don’t have a job anymore. The old timers can go back to their old jobs, the ones that made a name for themselves, can get pulled in under a boss, but Jotaro was my boss. He was the only one that would speak for me. I’m… I’m back to square one.*

Ouch. That actually sucked.

*Well… It’s a good thing you got your good Choom Motoko then! Forget the TC Ichi. They pay shit, and your boss was a psycho. Motoko Mercenary Jobs pay way better!* I told him proudly.

Then he laughed.

*You certainly haven’t changed… But listen I don’t have a lot of eddies right now. Do you have anything I can help with?*

I hmmed as I considered the problem. First off. I really didn’t. It wasn’t like I had a bunch of scav…

*Hey Ichi. You got around a lot in the city during the war right?*

*Yeah I traveled all over.*

*Then do you know where like all the rippers in the City are?*

*All? No, probably not. I know most of them though. Jotaro… Well he had deliveries to different rippers…*

*Yeah he is a monster let’s move past that. He is dead. Knife to the throat. Terrible way to go. Listen, I need to find a specific Ripper. I don’t know exactly what his name is or anything, but I caught a rumor that a Ripper is working with the scavs… In other words people going to him for work sometimes disappear, and their chrome ends up in scav hands.*

*Fuck.*

*Yeah, buuuut, if we find him, and confirm it, I can smash the scavs kill the ripper and end up with a whole lot of premium chrome and equipment. I’ll need someone who can clear out a base for me. Collect the loot. You wouldn’t happen to know a guy?*

*I know a guy.* Ichi said, sounding excited. I could practically hear the cash register noise going on in his mind.

*Cool. So how about you come by. We’ll go hit all the Rippers you know. If I see the place I’ll know which one.*

*Really? Just by seeing it?*

*C’mon Ichi. How many scavs do you think I’ve killed? I can practically smell them.* I told him with a laugh which he shared.

We agreed to meet up and drive around. If Regina, or Wakako weren’t going to get back to me soon enough. I’ll just make my own Gigs! With chooms! And rippers!

—--

Although Ichi did come around in his truck. I pulled him into my Quadra instead. This was just reconnaissance after all.

It was funny, it actually didn’t take me long to find the right place.

The only thing I remember about the quest after wracking my brain about it was that I ended up gaining the quest in the game while I was around Kabuki Market. The big roundabout that had the Dewdrop Inn.

So I knew it had to be around there.

With Ichi’s help, mostly his street knowledge, and helping navigate the side streets. We only stopped at two other Rippers before we came to a ripper shop setup in an alley that was twigging me hard.

When we walked in. I was already sure about it.

“Welcome! How can I help today? Need some new Chrome?” He asked Ichi as he entered in front of me looking very excited, until he noticed me following in.

The multiple weapons I was carrying including my thermal Katana had the guy instantly looking nervous.

Ichi followed through on what I told him, our little plot to make sure it wasn’t weird we were walking in.

Of course the fact he was blushing a bit made it all the funnier.

“I’m… I’m looking for a Mr. Studd.” he said in the most dead inside voice I had ever heard from the boy.

I pointedly wasn’t looking straight at Ichi…

But I was still recording it. This might be a more private BD, but I was planning on bribing Judy and getting this one done so I could share it with the crew.

Malcolm was going to DIE when he saw this. And Hiromi would never leave Ichi alone.

“I uhhh. Yeah I have a few models. Come on in son, and this is… Your girlfriend?”

“Pimp.” I offered instead making Ichi turn on me, his face gaping in utter horror at my words. “Make sure my little guy gets something packing okay?” I said Cold Blood cranked up to maximum the only reason my face wasn’t breaking down into absolute mirth at the look on Ichi’s face.

“Wha! Motoko!”

“Uhhh?” The Ripper sounded confused, looking a little surprised at the way this entire conversation was going.

“Fine, fine. You win the 50 eddies. Sorry Doc, just a prank on my choom here. Nice place, next time I get some chrome… I’ll know where to come.” I told him as I walked back out of the office leaving a stupefied Ripper and an angry Ichi following after.

Blackmail… Get!

—--

“It’s not funny.” Ichi growled at me.

“It totally is, and it means that doc won’t think twice about us until it’s too late.”

“I really doubt us going in, browsing and walking out is going to cause him to wonder either.”

“It would, since you have no poker face and it looked like you were trying to case the place, now it just looks like you were embarrassed.”

“I AM embarrassed!”

“Well don’t worry. That Doc is the one. He’ll be dead soon and no one but me will ever know.” I lied blatantly.

“Motoko… Why did you just lie to me.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about Ichi.”

“You pointedly looked away from me, and weren’t able to stop grinning when you just said that. That’s your lying face.”

“Hmm nope. Doesn’t sound like me. C’mon let’s go call everyone. More hands will make clearing that place way easier.”

“Motoko!”

“Oh look a call!” I told him as I quickly called Malcolm to invite him to the gig.

This was going to be fun!
 
Chapter 58
Funnily enough we were all at the Ho-oh club that night.

Even Hiromi made it!

Of course the place was wildly different right out the gate. There were still a bunch of TC guys but the atmosphere had changed. It was more relaxed, and there were signs up, talking about opening of the upstairs areas.

Apparently the private TC second floor was opening up soon to bring more attention to the bar.

I honestly didn’t want to meet up here, but it was kinda the closest club to everyone's home.

And despite my knowledge about Jotaro most of the others had no idea. I guess since he was dead it was fine now.

“So here is the gig.” I whispered, sending everyone a text message with the details I had put together including the address and pictures of the building.

Both back and front. Ichi and I had driven around, enough that I had confirmed the scav base below as well. I let them read the little snippet I had put together and everyone was nodding along as they read through.

“So what’s the cut for everyone?” Malcolm asked before even finishing the brief.

“Fair split between everyone, excluding any Chrome that someone wants to chip. Just like last time, but this time we’ll be looting more thoroughly. There should be Ripper equipment we can klep for example.”

“Who are we selling to?” Hiromi asked, breaking in as Malcolm was practically bursting at the seams at the idea of all the eddies.

“I haven’t got that far yet?”

“Gonk. Nope. We aren’t doing that again. Fine. I’ll make some calls, and find buyers. Motoko. Send me your Fixers number as well. You know Wakako right? She might have some buyers as well.” Hiromi demanded as her eyes went gold and she sat back as she started calling…

Someone?

Wow Hiromi was pretty cool. I sent her a text with Wakako’s number and refocused on the boys.

“How much loot are we looking at Motoko?”

“Honestly? No idea. But that’s the thing. We clear this place, and if I do it fast enough, maybe I can pull some information on another den. I would like to be able to just keep hitting them.”

“That’ll piss off the scavs. Like seriously piss them off, they come after you. After us.”

“Not if we do it without anyone knowing.” I told him firmly. “I go in clear them as quietly as I can, if I do my job right, no one fires a bullet, no one finds out until the place is empty and we are long gone. I’ll trash any recordings of what happened. I got an upgrade.” I told him tapping the back of my head where my Cyberdeck is installed.

“Okay but what if you do get seen, and word gets out?”

I opened my mouth to assure him that wouldn’t happen before closing it.

“Okay. I don’t wear my normal gear. I’ll suit up in something new. We all will. Masks and everything. Your Villefort Columbus Truck isn’t exactly unique either.”

“It’s the most common moving truck in Night City.” He said, rolling his eyes. “And that was done on purpose… It was Jotaro-samas' idea, drive around in a vehicle no one would look twice at.” He said, sounding a little sad.

Ugh. Ichi don’t feel bad about that bastard!

“Well it works for us! So we go buy some gear first, and then we’ll be good to go.”

“I don’t have the eddies for that.” Malcolm said outright. “I’ve been out of work for a few weeks since… Well since the war and stuff.”

“Not exactly doing great either.” Ichi agreed, and I nodded.

“Not to worry chooms. This is a business expense, and will come out of the company expense account… I’ll pay for it, you can pay me back later, or not. I don’t really care.”

“Motoko. I’m not gonna just take-”

“I’m not gonna steal from a choo-” They both started arguing but I waved a hand at both of them to shush them.

“We’ll make ten times whatever I pay for the gear we need on the loot, and I can’t make much just by myself. You guys bring the truck, and the looting experience. So I’ll pay for this. You pay with your truck, and Hiromi I guess is paying by taking care of the least important stuff.” I add right at the end teasingly, as I noticed Hiromi’s eyes turn back to normal as her call ended.

The fact she kicked me hard in the shin a moment later was totally worth the look of outrage on her face.

“Motoko!” She snapped at me making me giggle up a storm as even Ichi and Malcolm started chuckling along.

“Sorry sorry! You finding buyers is super important. Find anything?”

“Not yet. I was talking to… I was calling my dad for advice. I hope that doesn’t bother you Motoko, I did tell him what we are doing?”

“I winced a little but in the end shrugged. “I highly doubt a small ripper doc and some scavs will interest your dad at all. So I think we’re good. What did he say?”

“He’s gonna give me a shard on marketing that I apparently need to study now.” She grumbled glaring at nothing. “But he did give me some advice on who to contact from Arasaka intel that he has access to. So yeah we have some options. He suggested I know what I’m selling before I start calling around though.”

“Great! So we go, clear it out, and then Hiromi can find us buyers! This is gonna be so much fun!” I cheered getting looks from everyone at the table.

They just didn’t understand why raiding scavs was fun because they were boring and afraid of ‘bullets’ and stuff. It’s fine. More fun for me!

—--

Obviously I wasn’t going to rush into this. So even as the sun was going down. We were all heading away from Ho-oh club towards a certain little shop I know.

We entered in through the front. The guard was still around. The LMG in his hands deadly but after we entered he went on to ignore us as I walked up to the little old asian lady that I had bought my Leotards from.

“Oh? Back again, and with friends?”

“I need some work done. Or at least supplies. I’m wondering if you can help me out?”

She looked over the little oval glasses she was wearing at the four of us before beckoned us into the back of her shop.

“Let’s talk what you need.”

—--

Three hours later we were actually getting close to being done. I had paid for a rush job since we were all here and had the time at the moment.

Between machines, the old ladies' incredibly fast stitching and machine work, and me quickly starting to help out which surprised her, I got my crew all specced out.

Hiromi had even headed out to grab some new boots and supplies for everyone to go along with it.

They weren’t netrunner suits exactly. More just heavily armored clothing.

But they were tight, dark colored, and looked pretty cool. All of us would even match!

I mean sure I had considered going for the three piece suit look. Can’t beat a classic look! But considering only corpos wore anything close to that we would stand out, and the goal was to try and stand out as little as possible while staying protected.

Even if we were in matching clothes.

“Done.” The lady mentioned pulling out a final jacket piece out of the machine looking it over and throwing it at Hiromi.

With that we were all done. Boots, armored pants and armored shirt and jacket.

It looked pretty generic, but it was armored clothing, and would give us some anonymity.

“Thanks Oba-san.”

“Bah. Pay me first then thank me.” She barked at me with a chuckle as I nodded quickly and did just that.

The payment was… Hefty. I was really lucky I had gotten Reginas eddies otherwise that would have broken my bank.

“Now I don’t know what you are planning. Nor do I want to. I never helped you. Get out.” She ordered, waving at the door and we all gathered up our leftover clothes and rushed out towards the cars.

Hiromi jumped in to ride with me in the Quadra as we all split off.

Preparation almost complete. Soon we strike!

—--

“What are you wearing?” Jun asked as I was standing in the bathroom looking at the mirror making some adjustments to my new outfit.

“It’s my new secret killer outfit… I found a scav den attached to a Ripper doc. We are going to clear the place out and loot it to the bedrock, but we don’t want anyone knowing it’s us.” I told Jun as I kept working on my stitching.

I needed to make sure it fit right. It would be really annoying if not.

“Okay Ninja girl.” he said and I quickly spun around throwing my hands into a ninja handsign as I did.

“Nin-Nin!” I told him seriously. What I had been working on was a face mask, a ninja mask specifically. I had spent a little extra at the old ladies shop and bought some really breathable cloth so I could make it.

“You look like a dork. What’s with the fingers?”

“My secret Ninjutsu!”

“Embarrassing.”

“Ehhh! Secret Ninjutsu! MOTOKO KICK!” I called out rushing towards him but Jun knew a bad fight and instead of fighting back turned and ran. My kick missed by a mile, but that wasn’t enough to stop me!

“Secret Ninjutsu: Burrito throwing knife!”

“Burrito wha-Urk” Jun in his haste to flee had left the wrapped XXL burrito on the kitchen counter, I of course made due with my improvised weapon that smacked right into my brothers face as he turned to see what I was doing.

“Motoko!”

“Hahaha! Pretty Princess Ninja Motoko wins ag-urk!” That of course was the sound of my borg brother tackling me onto the hard tile of the kitchen.

Lesson learned. Leave Juns burritos alone he gets touchy about it.

—--

Once I finally fought off the Oni I had nearly 24 hours before the gig was set to begin. Without any other prep I could get into at the moment.

So I pulled out my guitar and started thrashing. Letting all the nervous energy flow into it.

Yeah I was a little nervous. It was one thing being on a gig solo, but even if I wasn’t planning on having my chooms involved until the end, that still meant they were there.

One wrong move and they would get involved trying to help, so I put the energy into the guitar.

It was nice.

“I'll burn it down!” I yelled out the last line. Franz Ferdinand isn’t usually my taste, but it was an official Cyberpunk song. This Fire, was an alright song. I didn’t hate it. Plus it fit the energy I was feeling.

*Rockerboy skill level up!*

*1 Perk Point Gained.*

I caught my breath as I checked my stats. Rockerboy 5 huh? That was pretty fast, but then again. I was playing song after song whenever I wasn’t grinding something else.

I think mostly it was my general disinterest in most of the TV shows in the future.

They were weird! So I didn't want to watch them. One episode of just about anything was enough for me to burn out on it.

But I knew what perk to pick. My biggest problem with music now wasn’t song list, or playing.

It was singing…

Listen! I just never really learned how to sing! It’s more complicated than just singing along while driving down the road or something you know?

So I picked the perk I had almost picked last time.

Siren Song: You control your voice. You can sing. Croon like Sinatra, or Rock like Silverhand. You know how to get the most out of your voice.

I shivered. Rockerboy had given me some singing lessons, even if it felt like they fell behind the actual musical knowledge… It was like knowing how to sing a note, and knowing how to sing a song. They weren’t exactly the same.

I reached up to my throat, swallowing down almost like I had something caught in my throat, but it was just…

How I was holding the muscles in my throat. I knew how to actually modulate my voice now. How to sing, how to breath and exhale while singing…

Hell, I knew how to mimic voices now.

That made me blink.

Could I? I looked around the room there wasn’t a mirror anywhere so I hurried to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. A mirror of a mirror.

I had mirrored myself in a way. Motoko Kusanagi. A story book character that I had practically become. Similar eyes, same hair, hell same build, even if mine was meat and not chrome for the most part.

Honestly there were times I forgot that I was basically playing pretend.

But was I? It wasn’t any different than someone deciding to wear the same clothes as some celebrity, or the same haircut.

I just also shared a name, well and a burgeoning skill set, but that was going to happen anyways. But this?

Might be a liiittle too far. If anyone found out it would be so embarrassing…

“The net is vast and infinite.” I spoke, but it wasn’t my voice. Oh no. It was husky and mature, and I could feel my face flush in delight and embarrassment.

I cleared my voice and decided I could do it, saying a line I remember from the show. “Batou not more weight training equipment! Blowing your pay is one thing… Oh god I can’t do it. Sexy Motoko voice is too much!” I still remember that scene where Motoko makes Batou punch himself, it was one of my favorites! But to be able to literally copy her voice! Mary Elizabeth McGlynn. Sorry I took your voice for a minute!

I’m such a weeb! OMFRGL! I buried my head in my knees for a moment, trying to keep making any more noises of embarrassment.

I relaxed my throat letting my voice go back to normal. “Okay. I’m gonna have to put a ban on sexy Motoko voice. That’s a secret dangerous skill.”

“What is?” Jun asked having come out of his room at some point as he pulled open the fridge.

“Nothing! You didn’t hear anything! You can’t tell!” I screamed at him even pulling up my guitar which I still had strapped to my hip and pointed it at him.

Would I knock Jun unconscious if he knew…

Yes. Yes I would.

He blinked at me as he reached in and grabbed a drink pulling the can out and popping the tab in one motion before taking a looooong sip.

“Motoko. Imouto. You’re really weird.” He finally said, crushing me in a totally unexpected way.

I gaped at him as he walked away.

“You destroy your little sister's self esteem and just walk away!?”

“Yep.”

That bastard! Tease me will he! Fine, I will just have to release my new secret skill. For revenge!

I stepped out of the bathroom after him. Waiting for him to be almost into his bedroom when I spoke, but not in my voice. No, the Major's husky words poured forth.

“Jun, you should be nicer to your little sister. You never know when she’s going to grow up.” I pointed out and I enjoyed the way my words affected my brother.

First he had stilled at the unfamiliar voice searching around until he saw me and then he was left gaping this time!

“What the fuck?”

“Ah-ah Jun-boy. Those are naughty words.” I told him still in my Sexy voice.

“Motoko!? What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong Jun-nii? Is there something bothering you?” I asked my smirking growing wide.

Tease me will he! Make fun of me will he!

I have skills! All of the skills!

“Motoko, that's super creepy.”

“Hmm? Is that so?” I asked him before reaching up and messing with my throat a little. “That’s gonna take some getting used to.” I told him in my normal voice.

“Don’t do that again. That’s creepy! Where did you even learn to do that?!”

“What’s wrong Jun? Is your little sister growing up scaring you?”

Funnily Jun didn’t answer, just sort of throwing up his arms and then pointing at me and shaking his hand in my direction as if saying enough was enough.

“Sleep tight~!” I said, returning to my sexy voice which had Jun swiftly run away.

Victory is mine!

Now who's weird!? Huh!? Huh… Actually. Messing with my brother with a sexy mature voice…

“Fuck… I AM weird.” I muttered.
 
There's a trope for this, but I forget the name. Utility Superpower?
Charles Atlas superpower, the catchall for implied but necessary superpowers to support the written ones.
They just didn’t understand why raiding scavs was fun because they were boring and afraid of ‘bullets’ and stuff. It’s fine. More fun for me!
Aaaand here's Motoko, every corpos favorite babysitter!
“Fuck… I AM weird.” I muttered.
You're just now noticing?
 
Motoko is being taken advantage of by her friends. If Motoko doesn't realize this, I hope at least Hiromi does because it's now her job to.

Equal split is only fair if you're doing equal work, and the job of the person who ghosts in and kills a dozen scavs is not the same as the job of somebody who moves some boxes. Even a 10% for the driver/mover would be way more than Ichi saw working in the same role for the Tiger Claws.

25-75 in favor of her "chooms" is just them stealing from her, and they should all know it. Hopefully Hiromi is good enough to speak up and say that it's not okay, since she's going into the Fixer role (even if that means taking a pay cut to herself).

Just like last time it pulled me out and made it really hard to enjoy the later 'friend' scenes. Because you have 1 person being taken advantage of, and a bunch of others who steal from her while she thinks they're her friends.
 
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Motoko is being taken advantage of by her friends. If Motoko doesn't realize this, I hope at least Hiromi does because it's now her job to.

Equal split is only fair if you're doing equal work, and the job of the person who ghosts in and kills a dozen scavs is not the same as the job of somebody who moves some boxes. Even a 10% for the driver/mover would be way more than Ichi saw working in the same role for the Tiger Claws.

25-75 in favor of her "chooms" is just them stealing from her, and they should all know it. Hopefully Hiromi is good enough to speak up and say that it's not okay, since she's going into the Fixer role (even if that means taking a pay cut to herself).

Just like last time it pulled me out and made it really hard to enjoy the later 'friend' scenes. Because you have 1 person being taken advantage of, and a bunch of others who steal from her while she thinks they're her friends.
Yeah, I kinda agree. Though I also think she's got a much better excuse than other characters I've seen for giving more than she gets in return, namely being a teenager with a serious case of impostor syndrome. And her friends haven't exactly done bad by her. Yet anyway.

I's not like she brought a thousand tons of gold over from a parallel universe and used it to found a super corporation only to split the shares 49%/49% between the (first) two waifus and keeping just the leftover 2% as a 'tie-breaker.'
 
Yeah, I kinda agree. Though I also think she's got a much better excuse than other characters I've seen for giving more than she gets in return, namely being a teenager with a serious case of impostor syndrome. And her friends haven't exactly done bad by her. Yet anyway.
Yeah, they haven't yet actually done bad yet. The first gig was more spur of the moment. But when they're planning future gigs it's veering into the territory of things being not good.

On the other story, I'm not sure what you're referencing, but it sounds like something I'd actually see in a fic that'd be infuriating.
 
Motoko is being taken advantage of by her friends. If Motoko doesn't realize this, I hope at least Hiromi does because it's now her job to.

Equal split is only fair if you're doing equal work, and the job of the person who ghosts in and kills a dozen scavs is not the same as the job of somebody who moves some boxes. Even a 10% for the driver/mover would be way more than Ichi saw working in the same role for the Tiger Claws.

25-75 in favor of her "chooms" is just them stealing from her, and they should all know it. Hopefully Hiromi is good enough to speak up and say that it's not okay, since she's going into the Fixer role (even if that means taking a pay cut to herself).

Just like last time it pulled me out and made it really hard to enjoy the later 'friend' scenes. Because you have 1 person being taken advantage of, and a bunch of others who steal from her while she thinks they're her friends.
As a counterargument, it's Motoko. She'd probably be going on murder sprees purely for fun even if she got no loot out of it.
 
As a counterargument, it's Motoko. She'd probably be going on murder sprees purely for fun even if she got no loot out of it.
It's not about her exactly, but about the friends.

I've known people who are rich who are happy to give, and have friends that are happy to take. Nothing like Motoko's case like thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, but they're always down to go out... when they're paying. It inevitably infects the relationship even if the person is happy to pay on their side of things.

You can't be a good friend to someone and watch out for their best interests while you're simultaneously taking advantage of them. TBH, I don't know how they can even look them in the eye.
 
It's not about her exactly, but about the friends.

I've known people who are rich who are happy to give, and have friends that are happy to take. Nothing like Motoko's case like thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, but they're always down to go out... when they're paying. It inevitably infects the relationship even if the person is happy to pay on their side of things.

You can't be a good friend to someone and watch out for their best interests while you're simultaneously taking advantage of them. TBH, I don't know how they can even look them in the eye.
no relationship is a precise thing of who gives what when in how much a quantity. keeping score isn't what friends should be doing. yeah you don't want to constantly be your friends sugar daddy. you also should help your friends when they need it and you can. Motoko killed off the employer of one of her friends. she found out several of her friends are in a precarious financial place.

the whole point of this job is to give he friends some cash so they got some breathing room. does she hate scavs and want to kill them anyway? yes. the crux here though is to get her chooms some cash. last time she was left in charge of the pay day she kinda just gave it away on the cheap. she also needs a bigger vehicle and extra hands for looting. is an even split actually a fair split in terms of work? no.
 
Chapter 59
I ended up practicing some songs for another hour or so to see what my new voice could do, before Jun threw a pillow to shut me up.

But while I couldn’t Mimic all voices, I had a pretty large range and so some songs I could even sing in character.

It was fun!

But since Jun was going to sleep I settled in to do more programming through the night.

Like all programmers I ended up going out and getting some coffee and then piling the coffee table full of old cups as I worked on the keyboard.

“Motoko. Did you even sleep?” Jun asked as he shuffles out of his room that morning.

“Not yet. I’ll take a nap in a bit.” I told him, which wasn’t untrue. A good eight hours would soon be on the horizon meaning I would be at 100% for the gig.

“Well… Make sure you sleep. You said you were going out on that gig… I can come wi-”

“Denied. This is a Motoko crew only thing. It’s gonna be a milk run Jun. Just some scavs that need to be exterminated.” I told him throwing a thumbs up towards him without looking away from the screen. “Plus if anything goes wrong, Ichi, Hiromi, and Malcolm will be there as backup.”

“Didn’t Hiromi crash her bi-”

“Juun! You can’t repeat that! I told you that in confidence!” I hissed at him pointing. “Besides, Hiromi is like the fixer for this job. She’s going to be contacting buyers for the loot. So she doesn’t have to fight.”

“I wish you wouldn’t pull this shit… But you do have the skill… Take some extra firepower at least. For your chooms or something.”

“Oh that’s a good idea. I’ll grab some stuff and bring it along!” Too bad my HMG was still in rough shape. I really needed to fix that thing.

“Alright…” he sighed “I can’t stick around. Call or text me when the gig starts, and then when it’s over. If it takes too long. I’ll be coming!”

“Okay okay. I’ll let you know. Now get out of here. You got work?”

“Just some stuff with Sensei today. We are removing all the stuff the TC put in to the dojo.”

I blinked before remembering the underground room full of tech, and the Ripper room. I guess it made sense. The place was basically the C&C for the Kamikaze. Pulling it out now that it wasn’t in use, and clearing up Sensei’s Dojo made sense.

“Alright drive safe!” I called out, only getting a grumble in return.

—--

I was back to working on Ping trying to get my little addition working when it happened.

*Intelligence Leveled up!*

I blinked.

Level 7!

“Yes!” I cheered as the level up came in, I guess all my programming had finally given me an upgrade!

I settled back down and I did actually notice a difference as I worked. I hadn’t been able to really notice a difference between intelligence levels before, but this time? This time since I was programming before and after I could pick out the differences.

It wasn’t that I was just smarter. But I did process information faster! I could look at a cluster of code and process through it that bit faster than I had before. The numbers were able to be calculated just that little bit faster.

It was nice.

But I pushed that aside. It didn’t really change anything. Just made it a little bit easier. So I spent the next hour or so debugging the code.

It would work.

It was messy. It wasn’t clean. But it would make Ping a little bit harder to track if I used it on a network. Stretching out I uploaded the completed program into my Cyberdeck and shut the laptop down.

Time for a nap!

—--

“You all look great!” I told the crew as we met up. We were all meeting up at Hiromi’s apartment complex. Funnily enough the security there meant that it was actually pretty safe to gather together in our armored clothes before the gig. Sure there were cameras, but if you knew anything about Night City, you knew that anyone in a Corp isn’t going to want records of their coming and going.

So the garage was pretty safe.

We all met up around Ichi’s truck, I was the last to show up much to my embarrassment. Thankfully Hiromi distracted me from being late.

“What’s with your mask Motoko?” Hiromi asked and I eye smiled as the bottom of my face was covered in a cloth ninja mask.

I was pulling a Kakashi!

“I’m a ninja Hiromi. Nin-nin.” I told her happily.

“Nin-nin? What the fuck is that?” Malcolm asked just confused, and so was everyone else.

“And three fourths of you call yourself japanese. Disappointed.” I tell them all frankly. “Now enough about my amazing ninja outfit. Let’s go over the plan again.” I said grabbing everyones attention.

I had planned this last night.

I had wanted to mess with my friends to work off some of the anxiety. So I coughed lightly into my fist. Altering my voice to my Sexy Motoko.

“Attention Section 9. Mission brief begins now.”

And then I stood there enjoying the lovely chaos.

Hiromi’s jaw dropped.

Malcolm looked utterly confused. Looking around as if wondering what the hell was going on.

Ichi had a flush crawling up his neck to his ears as she stared at me.

“Oh? Cat got your tongues?” I mocked a little, putting a hand on my hip and cocking it a bit. “I suppose I’ll hav-Hiromi!”

“Mooootokooo! Did you get a voice changer!? Your new voice is so sexy! Amazing!” Hiromi called out after tackling me, nearly knocking me on my ass as I had to spin her a bit to bleed off her momentum.

“It’s certainly… Mature.” Ichi offered.

“Is Motoko fucking with us?” Malcolm added.

“I’m not, not fucking with you.” I offered to Malcolm, and I got to enjoy the way his face got a little flushed too as I threw him a wink.

“I’ve never heard that voice before. It’s pretty good. What’s it called?” Ichi asked a little too calmly.

“Well fortunately for me. It’s not a voice changer.” I pulled down my ninja mask showing my unchromed neck. “I just learned how to change my voice a little. It’s mostly in the chest, breathing differently, to make me a bit deeper and huskier.” I offered with a casual shrug. Once you knew the trick it really was pretty easy.

My answer did not in fact calm things.

I ignored the many questions from my chooms as I coughed into my fist. “Let’s all settle down now. We have a gig to do don’t we? Malcolm. Ichi everything settled with the truck?” I prompted cutting through the many questions, and my voice did grab attention.

“A-ah yeah I messed with the license plate. As long as we don’t run past any NCPD we’ll be fine, and any recordings will have the wrong plate.”

“Excellent. Malcolm, you got the equipment loaded?”

“Yeeep.” He said staring a bit but shaking it off. “The trolleys and loading tools are all in there ready for us.”

“Hiromi, ready for boredom?”

“Yeeees.. I mean no?” She asked, looking a little frazzled as she was still hugging me.

I smiled at her, and patted her on the head. “Good job.” I told her and turned towards my car. “I have some extra weapons if anyone wants something with a bit more kick. I doubt we will need them, but I would rather you have them just in case.” I called out as I pulled away from a suddenly limp Hiromi.

“Uh yeah I’ll take something. I only have my normal iron. Wasn’t any reason to pick up something bigger during the war. If I got into a fight I was fucked already.” Ichi called out and Malcolm echoed him as I pulled open the side door on the Quadra showing my collection of shotguns and rifles. The Nekomata was there too, but I was gonna slap anyone upside the head if they went for that.

You have to be trained to use a sniper.

Hiromi didn’t collect anything but the two boys each grabbed a shotgun.

“H-hey Motoko… Are you gonna use that voice from now on?” Hiromi asked quietly but I laughed, which sounded pretty cool in sexy Motoko voice.

“No. This was just a little trick I was playing on all of you to calm you all down for the gig. Unfortunately, Sexy Motoko voice is going away.” I said relaxing my throat and stretching it a bit with a hand. “See? Back to normal.”

“Aww.” Hiromi whined and even Ichi and Malcolm looked disappointed.

Of course! The Major's best voice is definitely an amazing voice! I’m almost sorry to go back to my normal voice too!

“Alright everyone! Section 9! Move out!”

“Section 9?” Malcolm asked and I could see Ichi just shrug out of the corner of my eye. I ignored them of course and climbed into the back of the truck with Malcolm.

Hiromi and Ichi were driving, and Malcolm was the one with experience in the back of these trucks.

And so we set off.

—--

“Seriously though Motoko, that voice is pretty preem, especially since you can just switch like that.”

“Malcolm, it’s been ten minutes. Let it go already.” I told him. I guess my plan to distract my team went a little… Too well.

“Here it is… But seriously, the voice!” He whispered to me as we bounced lightly down the road.

“Just keep focused.” I told him as I kneeled down. My recording of the gig started, and as the truck passed across the spot I rolled out of it landing on my feet and with a quick jog slowed myself down as I ran up a set of stairs into the alley. I reached the back entrance of the Scavs den in moments.

The sun was down. The lights were dim in this area, and no one noticed a lone truck just driving down the street.

Ichi would drive around the building parking near the front entrance until he got the call. Until then I was on my own.

Looking around and being pleased there was no one around. Not even cameras or anything. A little dead spot…

Probably set up like that on purpose I realized.

My eyes flashed as I started scanning. As I slipped inside the door not even taking a second to get through.

It looked like an old chopshop. A busted up car that was half taken apart stood in the little garage area.

Figures scavs would hide in such a place.

No sign of them being scavs… Yet.

But I already knew. I just wanted ‘evidence’ on the BD. In fact. The garage bay was empty, both floors, and I made sure to look up checking for cameras and things just to be sure.

Nothing.

I smiled as I crept up and looked through the windows on the garage, the Scavs had a nice little living space. A few were hanging around watching TV, one had a Wreath on his head…

I would definitely be killing him mid BD, he was practically begging for it! But not yet.

I started counting. Getting my numbers. Unlike previous gigs, I wasn’t going to kill as I go.

I was going to know exactly how many scavs I needed to murder before I started. They wouldn’t know I was here until it was too late.

Instead of heading into their living area I moved to the yellow utility stairs leading to the second floor overlooking the garage area. It also wrapped around leading into a second floor of the living space. No one was here. So it was literally giving me full access to everything they were doing. Following along there was a door I checked.

Small storage. Nothing immediately interesting. I continued. Down a hall to another little room that had the normal interior stairs. Since no one was up here. I checked the door.

Another storage closet.

Was this place all storage closets!?

But then I noticed the security access panel on the wall. I closed the closet door behind me as I jacked in.

It was a rush. The Seacho was a whole other beast compared to the Paraline. The moment I connected I could practically smell the lack of a Netrunner protecting the place, and I broke through the ice in seconds.

It was WET. One of the already solved ICE walls that I had picked up from Yoko! These idiots hadn’t upgraded their security in at least twenty years!

With that I had access to their security net.

I also was able to send a Ping through the system.

Instantly lines of light erupted in my view.

Ten Scavs?

Might as well sleep through this gig.

With them all in my sights I felt extremely comfortable moving around.

I traveled across the weird upper level this place had, letting me look down at the stupid scav gonks and their day to day. I even zoomed in on one of them playing some game on a laptop. Watching for a minute before he failed a jump and died.

“Pathetic.” I couldn’t help but whisper. The radio, TV, and general noise of people on electronics, more than enough to keep my voice hidden.

But as I traveled across I noticed it. There was another set of stairs in the corner behind me.

Heading down. I had scoped out this entire area, and there was no scav shit up here. Just scavs.

Some of which did have bounties…

I could just start killing…

No I instead moved back across the catwalk, finding a space that would work. I jumped down to avoid some of the wandering scavs and reached the basement stairs in a quiet pomf of noise before sneaking in. The stairs led into a broken room, with the plastic strips that were often used in Night City to stop blood splatter.

The fact there was a body broken open and ripped apart on the chair was evidence enough of what happened here.

Okay. I got confirmation.

There was no one down here. Perfect. I slipped over to the body bypassing it until I reached a computer that was stationed nearby. It took a bit longer to break the ICE on this one. It was newer, but off the shelf, without a netrunner protecting it, it only took me a minute before I was in.



While I pushed a shard into the computer setup, and started downloading everything. Emails. Connections. I even hacked in, and started downloading the OS records. There would be nothing on this computer that I wouldn’t have.

I was reading the emails, making sure that Charles was the nasty guy I expected him to be. That this wasn’t something he was being blackmailed to do. I would still kill him if he was being blackmailed, but I would feel slightly bad about it.

But nope.

I had read enough to confirm his participation.

Then I unplugged. Pocketing the shard. Time to roll.

I stalked back upstairs. Thanks to Ping I already knew where everyone was.

Nine Scavs hanging around the living room. And Charles the ripper behind me. Turns out he was hooked into the security net as well. Made sense.

But he would be last.

First gonk died from surprise loss of the ability to breath through all the blood flooding down his neck. I dropped his body, I didn’t need to hide bodies simply leaving him on the floor where he had been walking towards a table to grab some grub.

*500 XP Gained.*

There wouldn’t be anyone left to find them soon. Next guy was BD Wreath guy. As was tradition I took him out just as quickly and moved on.

*500 XP Gained.*

Third and forth died together. They were watching TV like a married couple. I had a spare knife now thanks to a Raffen Shiv member, and my knife and ‘shiv’ sunk in and tore free killing them both in quiet gurgles.

*500 XP Gained.*

*500 XP Gained.*

Fifth guy I didn’t even sneak up on.

He was sitting at a table eating and I walked right across the room to him. He noticed me only in the last moment, eyes widening before my knife swept through his throat.

*500 XP Gained.*

I ignored his fumbled attempts to talk as he fell out of his chair.

The noise must have alerted someone as I saw the golden line shift closer to me. I just flipped my Shiv and tossed it.

The poor number six Scav rounded the corner, not even armed, just looking around wondering what the noise was when the knife took him in the chest. My second throw took him down instantly.

*500 XP Gained.*

Honestly scavs were so pathetic. Barely any chrome on these ones. The first Scav den was more put together than this one. Then again from the emails I had looked through on the computer downstairs, these weren’t the best of the best, just some guys meant to keep an eye on the doc, to do his dirty work.

No, I would be searching for their main base once they were cleaned up.

But I moved on. Seven eight and nine were together as well.

Sitting on a couch watching some TV.

I thought out my assault in an instant and moved.

One knife was thrown as I leaped over the couch, slipping into a poor gonks throat, my other hand slammed a knife into the scav on my right slipping into his trachea, I tore it loose uncaring about the blood that splattered over me and scav gonk number nine.

*500 XP Gained.*

*500 XP Gained.*

The fact I had landed directly in his lap, gave him about a second to start trying to react, instinct meant he tried to push me off.

I rolled with his motion spinning a bit in his lap until we were face to face.

Then he coughed. My knife slipping up and into his chin. His body shook trying to do something as he slowly gagged and choked to death.

*500 XP Gained.*

With that done I sent a text to the crew letting them know to move in. I hurried back through the den downstairs and then up until I reached the door to the Doctors fake ripper clinic.

Then I just walked inside.

Malcolm and Hiromi were already inside, and the Ripper wasn’t looking too happy with both gun toting teens.

“Oh don’t cause a fuss Charles… We already know you’re working with the Scavs.” I said in my sexy voice to the room, the Ripper spun to face me as I opened the door looking horrified that I had come up from the basement.

My words, and the fact I was coming out of his back room quieted the room.

Oh and probably the blood.

I was covered in a lot of blood.

“H-hey that’s not it! They forced me! The-”

“I read your emails Charles.” I assured him. Then before anyone could react, I drew my Lexington and fired. Then I walked over and fired twice more.

Always double tap when possible.

*500 XP Gained.*

*Cold Blood skill level up!*

I closed my eyes and turned off the BD recording.

Huh Cold Blood level 8. It was now maxed out compared to my current Cool stat.

“Okay guys you all ready?” I asked turning to my team.

“W-why are you using the sexy voice again!?” Malcolm couldn’t help but snap at me, even if he was looking more towards the dead body.

“I guess I like it!” I said with a smile under my mask.

“Oh, well I like it too!” Hiromi offered her Katana sheathed with a little flourish. She would look perfectly at ease if not for the slight shake to her hands.

“Alright let’s go through everything. Malcolm start here, find his Cyberware and box it. Hiromi you’re with Malcolm. I’ll go help Ichi at the back.”

“Yes Motoko!” Hiromi jumped to it, seeming a little too quick to listen to me.

What was with that girl?
 
It won't chase me off the story, but I'm actually hoping against a lesbian subplot. If things hold out, Hiromi is just put off by the gore and Motoko's unnatural ease walking around in it, but I've been burned before so I'll go with pessimism for now.
Motoko from GiTS does have sex, but it's kind of not important to the plot and so doesn't get much screen time or dialogue. I underlined the relevant bits from her wiki entry. Generally seems to be bisexual, but mostly because the author didn't want to have her be a lesbian but also didn't want to draw naked dudes.

Relationships

In Ghost in the Shell, Kusanagi participates in a lesbian sex splash panel, involving Kurutan and Ran, and has a boyfriend. The unnamed boyfriend works for Section One, and they have been dating for seven months; to which Batou considers this "a new record". In Ghost in the Shell S.A.C. 2nd GIG, Episode 17 – "DI Mother and Child – RED DATA", having taken an adolescent male to a hotel after rescuing him from yakuza, both share the same bed for the night. The boy asks Motoko if cyborgs can still have sex, to which Motoko responds "You care to find out?"

Motoko shares a strong bond with and respect for her partner Batou, with whom she has worked in several missions; it is heavily implied the two are in love with one another.

Heterosexual "E-sex" is rather painful, as depicted in the splash panel. It is also an illegal act and lucrative "side business" for Motoko, as stated by Masamune Shirow in the back of the manga collection. "Same gender/sex" cyborg-compatibility are rarely an issue, as the user(s)' interfaced nervous systems allow shared simultaneous sensations; such intimate connections have the potential for serious medical complications for user(s) of "Opposing sex/gender" compatibility, as illustrated by the accidental arrival of Batou (who is male). Shirow stated in his poster-book, Intron Depot 1, that "I drew an all-girl orgy because I didn't want to draw some guy's butt." The lesbian sex splash panel was cut from the original American release of the manga, as it would have entailed giving the book an "adults only" rating. Ultimately, Shirow decided it wasn't important to the plot. In the second edition, released in 2004, the scene is completely unedited.
 

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