Ghost in the City Cyberpunk Gamer SI

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.
Yeah there will always be a bit of tension there between Motoko and Hiromi. Mostly because of the Major being sexually open in the manga/show.

I don't really plan on having it be more than a running gag though, or at least at the moment I'm not planning on more. It's just an aspect of the Hiromi/Motoko relationship. Hiromi has been crushing on Motoko since they were little as pre-coma Motoko was bombacious and domineering to an extent that little Hiromi who was sheltered and shy thanks to her upbringing found awe inspiring. New Motoko being bombacious, but more gentle just so happens to hit all of Hiromi's buttons.
 
Chapter 60
For once cleaning up the place went without any issues. I ended up dragging the bodies away from where I killed them all and pushed them into a corner so they wouldn’t bother the others, while Ichi ran through the base finding loot and gathering it all up.

I did take a small break to grab the Scavs laptops laying around. Hopefully I could use a bit of netrunning sneakery and figure out another Scav den.

Honestly we probably could use more hands next time we did this, but while everyone did start flagging an hour in, I just reminded them that the more we could drag out of here the more eddies we would have in the end.

Boxes of Cyberware. Computer equipment. Ripper Equipment. Bits and bobs from the chop shop that Ichi confirmed would make some eddies if sold.

In the end we filled up the truck with the most valuable stuff and left the stuff that would be harder to sell. We all climbed back into the truck and drove off.

I finally pulled down the mask once the back of the truck was down and Malcolm and I were both squished into the loot we had gathered.

The boy might be exhausted, but there was a shit eating grin on his face as he rested back.

We stopped at Hiromi’s apartment again, all of us relaxing from the gig.

“Alright Section 9!” I called out once again using my sexy voice. Which had an instant effect.

“Stop doing that!” Ichi called back as he blushed a little but Hiromi elbowed him instantly as she threw me a thumbs up. Malcolm just shook his head at my nonsense.

“Never. It’s far too fun. Excellent work everyone. Hiromi, Malcolm, did you find anything interesting in the Cyberware?”

“Loads of stuff!” Malcolm practically exploded. “I mean it sucks it’s all scav chrome, but holy shit they pulled some preem chrome Motoko. You’re gonna be picking some stuff yourself at this rate!”

Malcolm and Hiromis reaction had Ichi and I both looking a little excited.

“Okay pull out the box of stuff let’s take a look!”

“Not here you gonk!” Hiromi demanded, shaking her head at me. “Let’s put the boxes in the cars and drive it out of here first. There are still cameras.” She reminded me and I bowed my head in acknowledgment.

“True. Let’s pull the chrome boxes and load them into our rides, meet up at Viks?”

“I’m gonna pass. You guys know I don’t really need new chrome. My rents would get me whatever I need, Arasaka stuff. You guys take it. I’m gonna start calling buyers. Just let me know what you don’t end up using… Or what you don’t ‘sell’ to Vik Motoko.” She said, looking squarely at me with a face.

Hey! I didn’t deserve a face! Besides… Okay fine yeah I was probably going to sell the rest of the stuff to Vik. He deserved to be well stocked, and I know he would do good with this chrome that had a terrible origin.

Make up for some of the bad karma of it all.

“Oooh hey is that a Mantis blade? Hmm. A Militech Infuser? Never heard of it.” Malcolm said as he pulled out…

They weren’t arms themselves, but more like pieces that could be installed in cyberarms.

“You want them Motoko?” Malcolm asked looking up at me with a face that was practically sparkling.

“As much as I might, I’m keeping any installs to small things for now.” I told him shaking my head. “Is there any Netrunner stuff?”

“Hmm. I think… Yeah small box of some old decks by the looks of them. Nothing good. Oh here you go.” He pulled out a small case, and popped it open. “Ex-Disk.”

“Nice!” I cheered Ex-disk were Neuralware mods that would increase a Cyberdecks RAM. More RAM. Faster punching through gonks security. “Yoink!” I snagged it away which he chuckled at as I closed the little case and put it in a pocket.

That would go with me to Vik later.

“Odds and ends. What the hell? These are some absolutely ancient Cybereyes. I’d be surprised if they even connect to everything anymore.” Malcolm grumbled as he wiped some dust off the thermos looking canister.

“Unless the canister was just used to store it. We’ll pop it with Vik and see if it’s any good.” I reminded him, earning a pleased smile.

“Motoko! Smart link!” Ichi called out waving it at me.

“What don’t want it yourself?” I asked but he just looked at me.

“Only one of us is a crazy solo that clears out entire scav dens on their own.”

“Which means I already don’t need it.” I tease but he tossed it at me regardless and I quickly grabbed it out of the air.

“Fine, I'll chip it. Should be easy enough with these.” I mention waving my hands. I guess it was about time for me to start actually interfacing with my guns.

“There is still tons more, but I don’t know what all of this is… Viks?” I asked the boys and while I got a response from both boys that reminded me of trying to take a bone away from a wild dog. Slowly we gathered everything together, but got sidetracked by Hiromi.

“Change of plans!” She yelled imperiously pointing at me. “You are my bodyguard while we make sales.” Then she turned and pointed at Ichi. “And you need to drive the truck. Malcolm will be with you holding a shotgun. We can start having fun with the loot soon, but I want to get this over with. I already got a sale for some. Let’s go!” She called pointing…

At my Quadra.

“You already made the sales?”

“I already made some contacts thanks to your Fixer. I was just waiting to know the loot. While Malcolm was loading everything up, I was already putting out feelers. You are allowed to worship my amazingness.” She proclaimed hands on her hips.

“Yes oh mighty fixer. Please allow us to help you sell the loot.”

“Excellent! Let’s go! Malcolm! Get that stuff loaded into the Quadra. I already know Motoko isn’t going to let us sell any of it before her ripper gets first look. Ichi! Secure the truck I want to get some of this sold off tonight before it gets any later!”

Ugh. I guess I’m chauffeur and bodyguard girl now.

But at least Hiromi stopped barking orders at me.

—--

The sales were… Interesting!

“No stop trying to rip me off. You wanted the canisters of Flunitrazepam? You pay up for it.” She snapped at the ripper that she was selling the loot too.

Of course it was only because Hiromi was Hiromi that the guy hadn’t turned us away for being scavs or something.

This was the third shop we had hit. And she was selling the stuff we had klepped. Including the Rippers tools and chair.

Apparently Charles had been a naughty boy. He had been making enough eddies with his scav friends he had a lot of top of the line stuff.

Hiromi was selling it off piecemeal.

We had of course stopped at Viks first, for a surprise sale, and dropped off the boxes of actual Cyberware that he had agreed to look through and pick out the choice bits for us, as well as figure out what everything was.

He had even paid Hiromi- I mean us. He had paid us for a new diagnostic tool that he liked the look of.

Which made me happy. I forced Hiromi to give him a discount though.

She had refused at first, but I put on my sexy voice and told her it was happening, and that had stopped any attempts at refusal.

Honestly I had mostly done it to mess with Vik, but I’m glad my mature voice seems to make people listen to me.

And then, despite how action packed it was. It started getting late, and we all decided to call it a night.

Ichi took his much emptier truck and would store it securely in a garage that Jotaro had originally bought to do exactly what he was doing, hiding loot. A place to store a truck full of expensive stuff until it was sold off.

The money was flowing in, although we were keeping it all together for now until we were ready to divvy it out.

It was a good haul, and everyone was super happy. Ichi’s money problems would be solved for at least a little longer, Malcolm and Hiromi were happy.

And I was just glad my friends were happy.

Well that and 5k XP closer to a level up.

—--

“I’m home!” I called out as I walked inside the apartment. The lights were still on so I knew Jun was in.

“Welcome home.” He called out, and I saw his hand wave from his bed as I walked into the bedroom and then into my little room. I peeled out of my new armored suit’s jacket with a sigh.

It was funny, I was so used to wearing my leotard and jeans, that wearing something like this just felt weird. The jacket was tossed onto a dresser and then I peeled myself out of the armored top and pants.

Honestly they were a useful bit of gear, even if the looks were super basic, the sort of brown base, broken up by patches of the gray kevlar, the only spark to them. They looked super basic. And what kind of merc or edgerunner would I be if I wore something like this all the time?

I had only picked it up and wore it so my crew would do the same.

I wasn’t that worried about a few bullet holes, but it was a different story for my chooms.

Once I was free I grabbed one of my Leotards and slipped into it. Feeling much more comfortable with how free I felt wearing one. Then without bothering to put on any pants I walked back out and grabbed my guitar.

I had honestly been pretty bored hanging around as Hiromi sold equipment to fences and rippers.

So I really wanted to destress. Flopping onto the couch I kicked my feet up on the armrest of it and just closed my eyes as I started striking some chords.

It wasn’t any particular song, no lyrics beside my humming, but I let myself relax and move away from the killing and death that made up most of my day.

—--

“So you hit a scav den, that was working with a Ripper?”

“Yep. From the emails he would do work on some people, and some people would just disappear.” I told Jun the next morning as we ate breakfast together.

“Disgusting. He dead?”

“Put a bullet in him myself.” I assured him as I chomped into my XXL burrito.

It wasn’t good, but I was feeling lazy and I didn’t want to leave the apartment yet. I would eventually. After school Hiromi was going to try and sell more stuff, but that was later this afternoon.

“Glad you didn’t get hurt.” He finally said as he finished his burrito and tossed the wrapper in the trash.

“They never even knew I was there. I did get another kill with a guy watching a BD though. That never gets old.”

Jun snorted at my words and patted my head a bit and I winced before kicking at him. “Ow! Stupid chrome gorilla hands go get some real skinn! Do I have to buy it for you!?” I yelled at him as he dropped his stupid chrome hands a bit too hard on my head.

He winced a little as he lifted his hands up. “Sorry Imouto… I didn’t even think about it.”

“Go see Vik! Moron! Dummy! He’ll take care of you. I know you’ve been avoiding him. Hiromi just sold him some Real Skinn too… Actually did you know it comes in these weird canisters? Apparently you have to like grow it. Well it expands I mean. It’s weird stuff.” I muttered, kinda waving my hands around. Vik had been happy to receive the canisters pretty cheap. Lot of people that couldn’t afford it could use some skin to feel more human.

Jun snorted at my rambling but he got serious a moment later. “Alright. Fine. I’ll go see a ripper and get some Real Skinn.” He grumbled at me as he rose up and grabbed his jacket.

“Ah! Good! Go right now! I want a big hug when you come home!”

“Yeah yeah.” He mumbled tiredly, obviously done with my teasing.

“One yeah is enough!” I corrected with a laugh as he flipped me off as he closed the door behind him.

Huh.

“What am I gonna do now?” I could poke Regina. She had said she would have a gig for me soon, but I wasn’t in a rush and she said she would let me know.

I didn't really want to go try and track down the next scav base from the info I got out of the den right now.

So I guess just lay around? I looked over at my mess of mechanical parts. At my laptop full of programming I was still working on…

That seemed like work though.

I reached over to grab my guitar and sat up. Music time.

—--

I did take a break from music to do some more programming, but funnily enough while listening to the radio a song came on that I liked and I ended up grabbing my Guitar and playing along.

I fell into a habit. I was listening to the radio and whenever a song I liked came on, I would sing along and play with it.

Of course I would switch over to different stations.

It was kinda hard to play electronic music on my guitar after all. Which is part of the reason I wanted my music box to be programmed.

I did have a lot of projects on my hands, but I was having fun so that’s all that matters.

Of course I was in the middle of singing along when the front door suddenly burst open.

I looked.

Hiromi looked back.

I looked.

Hiromi grinned.

“HIROMI!” I yelled at her as I swiftly tried to hide the guitar from her as she pounced on me.

“MOTOKO!” She yelled back in delight as she started laughing at me.

I wasn’t blushing! It was just embarrassing! No one besides Jun was supposed to know!

“Hiromi you need to learn to knock!”

“How could I? I heard my Motoko out in the hall singing her heart out! I had to rush in and see!” She proclaimed as she continued hugging me as I tried to peel her off and put the guitar away. I quickly glanced over at the radio and it shut off with a quick thought.

“Aww. Motokoooo!”

Finally managing to put the guitar on its stand I reached down to the giggling girl and put both hands on her cheeks. Forcing her to meet my eyes.

“You saw and heard nothing.” I told her firmly. Even using my sexy voice.

She just grinned.

That meant she agreed… Right?

—-

“You should have heard it Ichi! It was soooo preem Motoko was totally jamming out standing on her couch!”

“No one will find any of your bodies.” I promised as I continued to hide my face against Ichi’s truck. The cool steel just barely kept me from overheating.

She had promised not to tell anyone!

“She tried to make me promise not to tell, but I mean. C’mon! Of course I will!”
“Death!” I whimper-whispered.

“Motoko, when did you start playing the guitar? I don’t think you did before the coma or anything.” Malcolm asked, ignoring Ichi and Hiromi both trying to embarrass me more.

“It’s all Hiromi’s fault.”

“What? How!?”

“You made me sing during the Nomad BBQ! I realized I wasn’t any good at it, so I decided to start practicing!”

“Wait… Motoko, did you really get so embarrassed about your bad singing during the BBQ that you secretly went out and bought a guitar to learn some music?” Hiromi asked, suddenly staring at me with her big old green eyes.

“It! It wasn’t a secret! Jun knew!”

“Motoko… You are the cutest ever.” She whispered, barely hiding the massive grin behind her hands.

“No!” I denied but Hiromi was soon sage nodding at me, Ichi joining in. The jerk!

“You got so embarrassed about singing you went and bought a guitar to learn and practice?” Ichi asked for a moment. “Cute.”

“I’m! I’m dangerous! Not cute!” I demanded stomping my foot to prove my danger.

It didn’t work.

“You weren’t that bad at singing Motoko. You didn’t have to get so cute about it.” Hiromi said and I frowned.

“I’m not bad at singing!”

“You weren’t really great either, Motoko.” Hiromi offered gently as she walked over and threw an arm over my shoulder “But it’s cute you have a weak point.”

Weak point? Me? Never! Weak points are where you get hit for massive damage! I refuse!

I walked over to the Quadra and popped the door and after a moment it was on the radio blaring to life.

And then right in front of my crew I started belting out the song alongside the radio.

A minute later as the song came to an end I was breathing a little heavily. My face was absolutely bright red, but my chooms were all staring in shock.

“That… Was actually pretty preem. Holy shit.” Malcolm said, looking at me in a bit of shock.

“Motoko! When what? You didn’t know how to sing like a week ago!? What happened?” Hiromi asked, marching forward and grabbing my arms and shaking me a bit.

“I learned! I realized I didn’t know how to sing at the camp, so I made sure to spend some time learning! Turns out, I’m pretty good at music in general! I just needed some practice.” I told her. Lying my ass off. Thank you Gamer system! I would be a talentless hack without you! Please forgive me for not telling anyone about your wonder!

“Ugh!” Hiromi coughed like someone had just punched her in the chest as she took a few stuttered steps back until she hit the truck. “How can she be so perfect at everything!? Ichi!”

“Don’t look at me Hiromi. I’ve grown completely used to Motoko making me look like a gonk at everything.” He said, sighing as he walked over and joined her beside the truck, both of them just sort of staring off into nothing. Hiromi at the ground, Ichi at the roof.

“Rude.” I muttered to myself.

“I don’t know ‘Toko. This is kinda crazy.” Malcolm spoke up, still standing beside me as he looked over our chooms. “I mean it’s one thing to be good at fighting. Or sneaking. Or singing, but you are just good at all of them.”

“I just practice a lot!” I argue, feeling awkward, that I was basically cheating in my ability to learn new things. “Besides! We aren’t here to pick apart Motoko’s hobbies!” I remind them, pointing at the truck. “We are here to make some eddies!”

“She’s right.” Ichi agreed, coming back to reality at the mention of money, as he stopped staring at the ceiling like a zombie. “Alright Section 9, on your feet, let’s get this taken care of. Hiromi that means you.” He said.

“Eh!?” I couldn’t help but gasp out as I pointed at Ichi. “W-w-what did you just say!?” I demanded shocked!

“Section 9. It’s what you called us yesterday, remember?” Ichi said and then to my horror!

He smiled!

“You! You’re teasing me!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. C’mon Section 9! Let’s get moving!” He called out and the traitors all followed after!

My Chooms! Betrayal!

“H-hey You can’t use that! Section 9 is… It was just a joke!”

“Nope we all decided. Section 9 it is. C’mon Motoko load up. Hiromi needs to show up in a preem ride to make the sales.” He reminded me as Hiromi already settled into my Quadra.

My chooms were teasing me!

I slipped into the Quadra as Ichi and Malcolm started driving off literally ignoring me as they left.

“You guys are being mean.” I complained to Hiromi as I started following.

“Aww. Is a little teasing too much? Well now you know how we feel after you keep changing your voice.” Hiromi mentioned poking me in the side.

“I thought it was cool.”

“It was very… Cool. Yes, but don’t tease us if you can’t handle getting teased back.” She said, reaching up and pressing a finger against my cheek. “Where did you even get Section 9 from anyways. Some TV show or something?”

“Ah! Eh.. Umm. Nooo?” I denied.

Nailed it.

For some reason my denial didn’t seem to convince Hiromi though!

“Gonk.”

I pouted and refused to say anything else about Section 9 as we drove to another Ripper that was willing to buy some stuff.
 
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Chapter 61
“And that’s it! Great job!” Hiromi called out as the last box in the truck was dumped off at the foot of a Ripper and we were finally done.

“Yes! Whoo!” I cheered, jumping into the air a little. We had done it! Sold our loot! It actually felt like something an adventurer would do after clearing some Goblin cave or something! I mean sure Scavs aren’t exactly Goblins… Mostly…

But it was the feeling it gave!

“Payday!” Malcolm cheered, hand out and flat towards Hiromi giving her a cheerful look.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Not here you gonk. C’mon let’s go to Motoko’s place and we can split the eddies.” She said ignoring Malcolms whine for money as she climbed back into my Quadra.

“Wait, why are we meeting at my apartment?”

“Ichi lives with his Grandmother. Malcolm has his parents, and we aren’t going to my place.” Hiromi answers simply.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I agree.” The boys both say with a grin as they jump into the truck and start driving away!

Why did everyone just drive off on me! Bullying gonks!

I huffed but got in my Quadra and started driving home. I hope Jun wasn’t home.

—--

“So the split is completely even. Each of us gets 25%. I doubt anyone is unhappy with the number?” Hiromi asked as she passed us a pretty hefty chunk of change each.

My own bank account was grateful and it was more than I would have made doing three gigs for Wakako!

“This was amazing.” Malcolm said as he flopped back onto the floor of my apartment. We were all sitting around the living room table. Ichi and Malcolm both on the floor while Hiromi and I had the couch.

“Uh. Malcolm, that floor isn’t super clean, you might not want to lay back like that.” I said unable to not mention the dusty floors.

Listen. I still remember how dirty it was when I was doing pushups, and neither Jun nor I had really done any cleaning outside of fixing up our messes…

Okay mostly me picking up tech, or guns laying around, but the point still stood.

“Yeah it’s kinda dusty down here.”

Ichi cut in then shaking his head as Malcolm dusted himself off a bit. “Either way… Motoko. Hiromi. Malcolm. Thank you. I was really hurting for eddies, and I couldn’t have made anything like this much in such a short amount of time. Motoko… You still pay better than any other boss I’ve worked for. Thanks.”

I grinned at Ichi’s sincerity as he bowed his head a little but Malcolm spoke first, throwing an arm over his friend's shoulder. “Anytime choom! I needed some cash too, I gotta admit, other than the terror and chance of death… Which we already dealt with during the war. The pay is certainly better. When are we doing this again?”

I blinked.

My crew all looked to me, and I realized what they wanted.

I mean…

“I have the computers that the scavs and the ripper were using… I’ll start digging and see if there is any info on another den?” I offered with a shy shrug.

“Oh oh! I’ll reach out to my contacts, because I have those now, and see what I can find out!” Hiromi offered, putting both of her hands on her hips and flipping her hair a bit as she looked all pleased with herself. She seriously looked like her mom right there.

I decided I wasn’t going to mention that.

“Huh. Well… I’ll call up some of the TC guys I worked with during the war… I’ll see what they say.” Ichi offered looking happy to be involved.

“Oh fuck all of you. I don’t have any cool contacts.” Malcolm said as he slumped over the table.

“Don’t worry Malcolm, not everyone is good at gathering information! Why don’t you see Vik and get some upgrades. I’ll probably do that sometime soon too.”
“Yeah… Yeah I can do that. It’ll be preem to actually have some real chrome. I mean! Mantis blades you know!?” We all laughed as he started faux swinging his arms around as if he was using the blades.

We ended up just kind of hanging out sorta mini celebrating a job well done when Jun finally came home.

Which of course distracted me completely.

“GASP!” I yelled out as I looked at Jun, and he rolled his eyes at me.

“I said I was going to Viks.” He said and it was true. His arms looked mostly real now!

“Hug!” I demand as I jump up and clamber over Hiromi as Jun sighs but gives in and wraps his now fleshy arms around me.

“Much better! Did Vik give you a checkup as well, how’s the chrome?”

“He did… Better. He did a good job settled, some issues I didn’t even know I had… You were right. Don’t let it go to your head.” He mutters and I just giggle happy that Vik took care of him.

“Looking good Jun-Nii.” Hiromi offered with a wink and Jun rolled his eyes at her flirtations.

“Thank you Hiromi. Good to see you too. Doing something new with the hair?”

“Well the mohawk wasn’t me anymore.” She demurred a bit as she ran a hand through her hair. Her hair was growing out everywhere but she still had the long mohawk laying sideways.

It looked good even so. Hiromi was one of those girls that always looked pretty no matter what she did.

“Ah Ichi, and… Malcolm, right.” He said and the boys nodded at their name. “What are all of you doing?”

“Celebrating!” Malcolm called out cheering a bit as he raised his drink into the air, and Hiromi reached over to clink her can with his. It wasn’t alcohol, but we were having fun regardless.

“Oh good news on the sales?”

“Yeah! With Hiromi’s help we made lots of eddies!” I cheered showing Jun just how much we had all made. He smiled and patted my head, looking proud of me.

Yeeessss.

—--

A few hours later I was resting on the couch. Everyone had headed out, probably to spend their newly found eddies.

Jun had claimed the TV and was watching some weird ass future show that I just couldn’t understand why he liked it.

Part of me wanted to do some more music, but even I wasn’t a brat enough to do that while Jun was in the middle of his show, so instead I grabbed the shard I had downloaded all of the Scav data to, and started going through it.

I hadn’t just stolen the scavs emails, but the computer's history as well. So as I sorted them out I started looking for anything that would lead to more scavs.

As I buried myself searching through the data for something I could use, time flowed past me.

In the end I came up with nothing.

No emails to Charles about who the boss was, or where I could hunt him down. In fact it was almost as if the Scavs had purposefully kept any connecting info to another den off the systems.

Irritating.

“Ugh.” I groaned as I leaned back away from the laptop. That was a good couple of hours wasted.

“What’s wrong?” Jun asked, although he didn’t tear his eyes away from the TV.

“Just went through all the computer records the Scavs had at the den, trying to hunt down a lead to find more of them.

“Not that easy. One thing they are good at is keeping to themselves. They can’t ever get enough power in one area to hold territory or anything, but it makes them impossible to remove.”

“Yeah.” I grumbled, as I reached over and closed all the files I had been burning through. Instead I closed that laptop and grabbed my ICE laptop. Plugged in and started burning down the ICE instead. At least with this I could make progress.

And in fact I made quick progress. My new Cyberdeck was amazing!

The ICE was still there. The task was just as hard as always, but I had so much more flexibility. More speed. I really had been needing an upgrade for a while. I was forced to admit to myself as my speed of cracking ICE more than doubled, simply because of how much faster my deck was.

—--

The next day I was bumming around the apartment again.

Mostly mixing up my grind between playing some random song that I remember from before or trying to get my programming all fixed up.

I had also checked through the alerts for the scav den. Other than the XP I hadn’t paid any attention to what else I had earned! I really should have because one of the alerts, wasn’t just an XP notification but an actual level up!

*Reflex Leveled up!*

Reflex 7.

I was in shock! I hadn’t even realized such an important stat had leveled! Awesome! Unfortunately since my Blades skill had already been maxed out, I hadn’t gotten any Blade alerts, but still! Reflex! I could update my Handgun skill again!

I was so proud of myself I almost ran out of the apartment to go shoot things before remembering that I was taking it easy-ish today. Only minor stuff on my to do list.

I had sent a text to Regina asking for info about the hold up on the gig, but all she had sent back was that it was taking a bit longer than expected.

So I had been sending texts out to people between grinds.

Hiromi was back in school. Ichi was free, but he was following through on his idea. Speaking to some of the old timers he knew about Scav hideouts.

But it was Nox that I was texting with the most.

Turns out he had finally hit the point where he was making more eddies than he had put into the project. That was cool.

It was still nothing to what I made on a gig alone, but the BD’s were getting around out there.

Which reminded me I had a few more BD’s for Judy, including the Ichi one which I needed to get made to give to Malcolm and Hiromi.

Deciding to get out of the house I got dressed and headed over to Lizzies.

To my relief as I pulled into the parking lot Rita was hanging around outside. I parked and hurried over waving a bit as I approached her, earning a quirk of her lips in return.

“Hey Motoko, doing alright?”

“Yep! Hey Rita. I wanted to say, thank you.” I said when I got close enough to talk quietly with the Mox. “Your advice was really good! I ended up finding a new relaxing hobby to do in between all my merc work. So… Thanks.”

“Oh, well I’m glad.” She said, looking pleased at my words, her smile turning completely genuine. “I’m glad I could help. What have you started doing?”

I flushed a little at her question scratching at the ports on the back of my head as I hesitated, but if anyone deserved to know it was Rita. “I started playing music, I picked up a guitar, and I sing a bit I guess… Just don’t tell anyone.” I said seriously and she giggled. Actually giggled at me.

“Deal. I won’t say a word. You any good?”

“I… Well I’m getting there I guess?” I offered, dancing back and forth a little on my feet. Which seemed to make Rita even more amused.

“Then you’ll have to play something for me sometime. But no rush, you here to see Judy?” She asked and I nodded, reminded of what I needed to do.

“Yeah I have some BD’s to drop off.”

“More gigs?”

I looked around a bit to make sure no one was listening in. “My Chooms and I hit a Scav Den a few days ago, cleared the whole place out too.”

Rita scowled at hearing about the scavs but then smirked at the rest. “Good. Fucking scum suckers. You all alright?”

“Oh yeah it was easy only ten of the guys I took them all out without them even realizing, easy.” I waved off the concern. As if I was in danger from a couple of scavs!

She looked me over for a while before nodding. “Well it’s good to hear there are a few less of them in the city.” She reached out and patted my shoulder looking proud.

Ack! Too many people being proud of me!

We chatted for a few more minutes about Rita dealing with gonks that needed to be thrown out of the club before I headed inside to find Judy.

“Judy!” I called out as I entered, making sure to make noise long before I walked into her lair. I didn’t want to startle her again.

“Huh? Oh hey Motoko, how’re you?” She asked as she looked away from the computer she had been staring at as I entered as always she looked like she lived down here, with her desktop covered in cans piling up.

“Not too bad! I have some BD’s to drop off, and I wondered if I could ask for a favor about a small BD edit?”

“Hmm? What’d ya mean?” She had turned around from her computer giving me her complete attention. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the thought of what she was going to see.

“Okay so I have this BD I made about a prank I pulled on a friend…”

—--

Walking out of Lizzies a few hours later I was still giggling at the BD in my pocket, even if my wallet was lighter. Judy was more than willing to do a BD edit for like a minute long Virtu, but it wasn’t free.

I shrugged. It was good enough. Now I could torment Ichi.

“Heh Mr. Studd. That’s never going to get old.” I muttered to myself as I drove home, still giggling. Judy had also been given the scav den Virtu to fix up and hand to Nox.

Well that little job was done. Considering how close I was I considered heading over to Yaiba tower and talking to Regina but in the end she would contact me with a gig. If she didn’t want to give me gigs, it wasn’t a problem for me. I wasn’t hurting for eddies.

No, instead I headed towards my favorite ripper. After everything Vik had gone through the chrome we had dropped off and found a few pieces that I had put away. I don’t think I was ready for all of it, but there was still a few little updates I wanted to chip in.

I stopped in to see Misty of course, we had a fun conversation about some article she was reading in her magazine about the Net and souls.

But then I went down to Vik.

“Oh? Finally ready for those upgrades huh?”

“Yeah, but first!” I demanded as I stomped up and pulled Vik into a big hug. “Thanks for helping my brother.” I told him and he looked a little flustered as he patted me on the shoulder.

“You know there isn’t any reason to thank me. I didn’t do anything most other rippers couldn’t do.”

“It was special to me.” I told him simply ignoring his attempts to break free until I was satisfied my thankfulness was understood.

Then when I broke away I moved over to his ripper chair and settled in.

“Let’s do this.”

The smart link system took only a few moments to install. My Condor arms were designed to accept one after all.

But the Ex-Disk was a bit more of a job. Vik put me out as he was dealing with my neural link, but I woke up feeling perfectly fine.

Just with a new piece of metal in my head that gave me some more RAM for my Netdeck.

“Is it working?” I couldn’t help but ask, as I didn’t feel any different and Vik just chuckled.

“You won’t notice much yourself, it mostly boosts your Netdeck. Just keep an eye on your RAM usage while you're out and you should notice a difference. How’s the head? Any headache? The neck? Sometimes the headache shows as a stiff neck.” He suddenly asked as he rolled over with a inhaler and prompted me to take a hit.

“No? I feel fine. Nothing seems wrong.” I said checking my head and neck.

“Hmm. Usually you’d have something after an install like that. Noticed you weren’t having a problem with your Cyberdeck install last time either. I don’t expect the Smart Link to cause any problem, but a new Neuralware is usually a quick road to a headache for a few days even with my care.” Vik muttered as he started running scanners over my head and seemed to be checking me out.

I quickly pulled up my status page while he worked.

First thing I noticed quickly was that my Cyberization number had gone up for Intelligence.

Intelligence 7 (11) Due to Cyberization, Maximum value has increased by 4.

It used to only be increased by 2. So I guess the EX-Disk made a difference?

But also.

Arasaka SmartLink System. *Adaptation SmartLink 0/0*
Arasaka Ex-Disk *Adatapation Ex-Disk 0/0*

Neither of the two Cyberware had an adaptation cost?

I could only humm to myself as Vik worked on checking me out, but I felt fine. Better than fine really.

Eventually after taking all the scans. Like literally all of them, Vik let me go. He was relieved that he wasn’t finding anything, but also sorta grumpy that he wasn’t finding what he expected.

So I left him to his grumpiness but only after thanking him, and handing over some money for the work. Then I went home again. I was feeling the need to grind some more. Plus I really wanted to level my programming so I could make my music box idea work.

Even if it was stupid and just for my music hobby, it would be really cool if it worked! No! When it worked!

I hummed along to the radio as I drove home.

—-

So I was taking a break from programming Ping. Instead I had pulled out my toy. I mean my very important directional microphone! That was for super important gig work! And not a toy!

But I was trying to program the damn thing.

All I was trying to do was get it smart enough to be able to focus the audio on what I wanted to hear, and filter out any background noise.

Programming is hard though.

I wasn’t making much progress, at least not efficient progress. Everything I typed out was twigging my Debug knowledge telling me it was going to be a mess to work with.

But that didn’t really matter. I just needed to keep grinding and eventually.

*Programming skill level up!*

That would happen!

Programming 4! I enjoyed the surge of knowledge as I nodded along considering what had just been dumped in my head.

Then I took the program for the mic I had been working on and deleted almost all of it.

Yep. It was dogshit.

Then I started again, using the best bits of the last build. I would get this to work!

—-

“Will never fade away.” I crooned as I had taken a break from my programming to strum my guitar and sing.

I wasn’t so much stuck on the programming as just needing to let my mind do something else for a while. So many numbers.

Plus with my two perks filling in for me. I could basically shut down my brain and play a song and not really have to think about it. Letting my brain cool down from the math overload.

*100 Rockerboy XP Gained.*

The message popped in after I finished the song, I couldn’t help but smile because Rockerboy leveled up super fast. Even though I wasn’t getting alerts after every song, or even every other song, it didn’t really matter. I played the songs simply enjoying the music and the alerts came in. Plus it helped that I kept adding more and more to my play.

First it was just strumming and singing badly along, then my instrumental cleaned up, and now I have Siren Song. My voice was so much better, so I was actually singing smoothly

It was fun now! I didn’t feel like a grind anymore. When I played it really was just because I wanted to hear the song.

The only thing that annoyed me was that I only had a guitar. I still needed to get my music box programmed so I could start doing the rest of the songs too.

I sighed as I put the guitar down.

Back to work.

—--

The next day, long after Jun had left for work again, I was standing on the couch and screaming at the top of my lungs while I rocked out.

I was just a little irritated at the programming not coming together.

But at least I had a nice outlet. The squeal of my guitar echoed around the apartment as I finished the song and flopped onto the couch to catch my breath.

I needed…

I don’t know. More things to tweak, more programming to grind with. My microphone work had helped, but it wasn’t enough. I either needed to get an example of someone already having programmed a directional mic, or I needed to level up a lot more.

It was irritating. Even if I was still getting skill alerts while failing.

I put the guitar on the stand and stood up. The music helped me break how stuck I was so now I had an idea. It was time to go talk to Yoko.

Suiting up in my normal outfit, and a quick drive later I walked into the Dewdrop Inn to see Yoko as always at the counter.

“Yoko. I just got an upgrade to my deck, I need some Quick hacks to fill it up… Whatcha got?” I asked as I leaned over the counter and she nodded.

“Here’s my selection.” She offered, pulling out a data pad, and handing it over and there listed out were all of the programs she had.

In this case she was actually selling them for eddies, but I noticed there was a second tab for ‘better’ hacks that were only tradable with knowledge.

Luckily I had the eddies. So I quickly started browsing.

Most of it was just stuff from the game I recognized, although there were some different hacks. Some were meant only for Netrunning. Like ICE Shield which could create a temporary barrier against threats, hopefully giving you some time to jack out, or escape in the net.

Or Distract which created… Well junk data Daemons. That would spread out through a system and try to interfere with everything, filling files with bad data.

But I wasn’t looking for Netrunning code. Mostly because I had yet to really dip my feet into netrunning.

It wasn’t that I was nervous or anything, I just didn’t really need it. Most netrunners couldn’t just infiltrate a building and breach into their network directly bypassing any real worry about Black ICE killing them or anything.

“I’ll take a Weapon Glitch, and a Reboot Optics.” I said confidently. Both were pretty base level programs, but I could fiddle with them, and more importantly, they could both be used in combat when I screwed up and got spotted. Being able to jam some gonks' guns, or blind them would be an amazing help.

I paid quickly and was already installing the programs in my deck as I walked out.

Now I had some new programs to play with and level up!

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Authors Note!

So a lot has been going on recently, and I figured I would give a little note about some changes. As some of you will know I asked this week about adding in pre-release chapters to Patreon, and whether that would be something that would interest people.

So I'm going to be doing a test. Starting with this chapter, one early access chapter will be posted to Patreon as well under the only tier I have which is $5. I'm going to see what that does, and how it impacts engagement over the different sites, potentially if I can keep pushing my backlog out I might increase that number to 2 chapters. But that would be in a future update. Until then. My Patreon is here for anyone that wants to see the next chapter early. Remember it's only 3 days between releases, and if you can't afford it, don't feel required to push yourselves.
 
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I feel like the pace of the story has slowed down a lot, especially since around the time she started doing the rockerboy grinding and hanging out with her friends. There's no big plot point at the moment.
 
I feel like the pace of the story has slowed down a lot, especially since around the time she started doing the rockerboy grinding and hanging out with her friends. There's no big plot point at the moment.
Yeah I'm not a huge fan of like "There is a great evil we have to beat!" In stories, I like more of a day to day slice of life 'what would it be like to live here.' Sort of thing. Somewhat anyways. Motoko will find herself antagonists from time to time, but there is always going to be slow days between them.
 
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Chapter 62
I decided to spend the rest of the day playing around with my new quick hacks, but I still had my chooms messaging and chatting with me throughout the day.

Hiromi was mostly complaining about school, but she had put out some feelers to her new ‘contacts’ about any Scav info.

Ichi hadn’t found much from the old TC guys, but they had apparently liked his gumption to clean up the scavs, and Ichi told me that they would start asking around.

Malcolm was just enjoying having some eddies and his parents were super happy with him coming home with thousands of eddies for a job. After they fussed and worried he had done something the NCPD would arrest him for anyways.

Well that and showing off his new Mantis Blades. Seriously, he kept sending pictures of him posing with them every half hour. It was funny but a little embarrassing.

But I was once more distracted happily with a new program to work on. I started with Weapon Glitch, mostly because being able to mess with someone's weapon in a fight was an automatic I win button.

And I wanted to make sure I knew how to use it, and defend against it if needed.

So I dug into the code, and instantly started figuring out how the program works, and how badly coded it was.

Another mess of programming. Although in this case I noticed something interesting.

It was purposefully coded badly.

The idea was so weird it took me hours of double checking before I was convinced.

Unlike Ping which was a rather simple program, and was just an extension of net infrastructure. Weapon Glitch had obviously been designed by someone really really smart to specifically do what it said.

But if I used my old metaphor for programming being the design of weapons. Someone had created a magical super sword for themselves, and then started making some lesser copies to sell around.

The only reason I noticed it is because of all the experience noticing bad code thanks to Debug.

There were sections of really smooth code in the program. Stuff that I didn’t have a chance of copying myself, but then they would be hampered with really horribly written code that forced memory leaks, or loops in the process.

So while I doubted I could reach the equals quality yet, I definitely could fix some of this nonsense.

The fact the program used so much ram to activate, could easily be lowered with a few fixes.

And that is when I realized what the original must have looked like. A program that could be used multiple times in a row to completely disable the weapons of an entire group. Instead of using a ton of ram to disable a single weapon.

Yeah I wanted me one of those. But the thought of walking into a group of gonks and just wiping their ability to shoot at me in a glance was pretty cool.

So I settled in to get to work. And very quickly I started getting XP alerts. A new program and problems to fix? Yeah that was all working towards a grind.

—--

I was a chunk through the next level to programming when I took another break when Jun came home seemingly in a rush. Barging in having obviously been moving fast.

“Motoko. Get dressed.” He said suddenly as he stood by the door and I looked away from the laptop screen I had been staring at for the last half dozen hours.

“Eh? What’s up Jun.”

“There’s a party. You’re invited. C’mon.” He said simply nodding his head towards my room as he rushed right past it into his own room, and I could hear him grabbing some junk.

“Party?” I called out curiously wondering what Jun was on about.

“It’s a big party to commemorate the end of the war. 6th St. agreed to the cease fire completely. So it’s over. Kamikaze are invited… And Fujimura-Sama asked me to invite you as well.” He offered and I had to blink a bit at that.

Did I want to go to a TC party?

No. Not really.

Did I care if Fujimura invited me?

No. Not really.

Jun must have seen the look on my face because he smiled. He had something planned for sure.

“There will be food. Good food. Just come, you don’t have to do anything. Just enjoy the food… Even if you don’t want to be with the Tyger Claws anymore, you are still one of us.”

I blinked.

Jun you sneaky bastard. You were trying to improve my opinion of the TC by having me eat their food.

I mean it was sneaky enough to work, but I doubt it will change my opinion of the gang.

“Fine, but only because free food sounds kinda preem.” I agreed and Jun smiled a little as he nodded, reaching over and fluffing my hair which considering he had on Real Skinn actually felt kinda nice.

Onii-chan headpats were pretty good.

“Let me get cleaned up.” I told him, waving his hand away. I couldn’t just let him think I liked it when he patted my head after all. I would have to mess with him soon to make sure he understood.

But I got dressed in my normal clothes and followed Jun out into the night.

What could go wrong?

—--

“And this is my sister Motoko.” Jun introduced me to another high up TC guy. Seriously I had seen so many Yakuza wannabes they were all flowing together into one Super Yakuza.

But none of that mattered.

Suuuushi.

Okay coming to the party was a good idea. I stuffed another synth-sushi into my mouth despite Jun trying to introduce me to someone.

Because fuck them. But Sushi tasted goooood.

The Yakuza guy nodded to me but turned back to focus on Jun. No one that Jun had mentioned to me had even taken a second look at me so far which was good. Because I was far more interested in the snack bar.

Which is a way to say I was basically just camping it forcing Jun to stand awkwardly next to me as I snacked.

He didn’t have to. I told him he could go hang out in the party, but he was acting kinda skittish. Apparently all of these yakuza types were ‘important’ and ‘powerful’ or whatever. I didn’t care. Free sushi.

But it wasn’t just TC guys hanging around.

There was a detachment of 6th St. ‘soldiers’ hanging around as they chatted with the TC leaders.

This was a party to celebrate an end to the open conflict between the gangs after all.

Open conflict anyways. Of course the gangs would still happily kill each other in the dark and deny responsibility.

But overall it was boring. The party was taking place in one of the skyscrapers in Japantown. Apparently it acted as a club that the TC owned when it wasn’t in use by the gang.

Of course tonight was a private event.

“Kusanagi. Kusanagi.” A familiar voice spoke up interrupting my snack and Jun was already offering a bow.

Fujimura to my surprise looked a bit different, he had definitely lost some chrome. He gave Jun a nod in return before looking towards me.

Dangit, he actually wanted to talk to me didn’t he? I sighed internally as I finished chewing my sushi and swallowed. “How’s it going?”

“It’s a shame the war ended when it did.” He suddenly said out of nowhere. “If you had been dragged into a few more battles, they wouldn’t be ignoring you. They’d be seeking you out for their own benefit like they do your brother.” He said suddenly surprising me as he looked around and took in the people around us.

“I like it this way. It would be annoying to be bothered by them. I mean I get to stand here and eat Sushi, so it all works for me.” I offered with a shrug.

He snorted unhappily. “You don’t have the burn for more. You lack of ambition… Disappointing. Kusanagi, try to drag your sister into her potential it would be a waste if she simply wallows as she is.” Fujimura says to my surprise. It was a backhanded compliment, but a compliment all the same.

What a weird guy.

“Yes Fujimura-Sama.” Jun agrees but I know my brother pretty well at this point. He was agreeing just to agree. But Fujimura wasn’t entirely done.

He turned to me again and gave me a long look over.

“Girl. I’m no fool. You may wish to separate from the Tyger Claws. I’ve seen many like you. Thinking that they don’t need the Tygers protection anymore. It won’t matter in the end. Someday, you will find yourself in need of friends, and we will still be there. Perhaps then you will remember who truly are on your side.” Then he just walked away.

I decided to just stuff more Sushi in my mouth. Crazy Cyberpsycho TC leaders talking nonsense at me.

—-

“I don’t feel great.” I muttered to Jun as I walked out of the bathroom.

“I warned you to stop eating so much sushi. You made yourself sick.” He told me without a hint of sympathy as he led me back into the ballroom where the party was taking place.

It wasn’t my fault! The sushi was so good. But now my stomach was really not happy with me.

Okay it was my fault. I’m adult enough to accept that I literally ate myself sick.

“C’mon we can leave early and head home.”

“Yeah… Sorry Jun-Nii.” I muttered struggling not to puke. Okay definitely my fault. Stupid Motoko. Real stupid.

But it was sooo tasty!

I shook that thought away my stupid brain not knowing when enough is enough. Jun guided me through the party, and apologized to a few of the TC higher ups as we passed. Jun covering for me, saying I just wasn’t feeling well, and not that I made myself sick by eating too much.

Eventually we entered the elevator down to the garage at the same time as another of the big TC guys.

Honestly I could see the Neon Yakuza tattoos crawling over his suit up the back of his neck and across the back of his hands.

He spoke to Jun while his date, a beautiful neon goddess that was definitely a Doll fussed over me. I could literally see the Doll chip Cyberware starting just behind her ear going down her throat. The gold engravings glinted against her pale skin.

It was pretty, if you know the fact it was literally a pseudo mind control thing didn’t make it kinda disgusting.

Although I was pretty sure it was the woman in truth and not the programming as she hummed over my back and even gave me a little back rub as I rested my head against the cool chrome of the back of the elevator.

Ugh too much sushi.

Stupid Motoko, acting like a child and overeating. Dumbass.

The elevator stopped with a jolt and the four of us walked out. Jun guided me along as the TC guy and the Doll both left arm in arm, an expensive looking car pulling up for them with a beep.

Which is when everything went wrong.

I felt it. That sense shooting up my spine. Danger Sense.

A glint in my periphery. The smell of blood. A noise of a heavy footstep on concrete. Too heavy to be normal.

“DOWN!” I screamed and kicked out Jun’s knee so we went tumbling just in time to avoid the barrage of machine gun fire above his head.

The TC guy was also lucky. The moment I screamed out, he had moved, jumping into the car with the instincts of a man who had heard screams to move before. And it had saved his life.

The poor Doll wasn’t as lucky, she went down with a cry and the splattering sound of meat.

An LMG was pumping rounds towards us aiming to kill us all. No, I realized thankfully, aiming for his target. The TC Leader who was now hiding inside his car and trying to get it started even though his car was getting hammered with bullets.

But Jun was going to get up soon, and no doubt Jun and I would be a target the moment we did.

Everything went slow. My mind focused. I only had one chance to survive this.

Jun only had one chance to survive this.

My mind blazed, my eyes burned. I attacked.

It had been a long time since I had done any Quick Hacking, and never with an offensive program like this.

I could barely see the man himself, just his hulking outline as he fired from the shadows of the garage, right next to a car that had an open trunk. The fucker had been in the trunk of a car. Probably just sitting and waiting for his target.

Smart fucker.

But in just a moment I was done. His ICE resisted but it only lasted a few moments before I was in. His LMG suddenly sparking as its electronics shut down causing a jam in the receiver as it tried to double load a round.

Stupid Jun! He was still holding onto me not realizing the attack was over. And the moment it took me to try and push him away was too long. Because I had quick hacked him, no way he didn’t realize I had been the one to shut down his toy.

I looked up Just in time to see the attacker just ‘appear’ in front of us.

Fucking Sandevis-

I didn’t even get a chance to quick draw before he laid into Jun and I with a kick.

No, it wasn’t a kick. A kick would just hurt. This was like being struck by a moving vehicle.

We were sent flying. While in the air I had a moment to be happy that Jun was mostly okay since he was mostly borged as well, even if he got rocked into the concrete wall beside the elevator.

I on the other hand was 90% squishy meat even if I had desperately tried to block the kick with my arms.

I went flying down the garage, rolling along the concrete. The fact he had kicked me in the stomach meant I had left a trail of my previous meal all across my path.

Gross.

I gagged and choked once I landed blood joining my meal on the concrete.

Fuck that hurt.

Jun was getting back on his feet. Looking more pissed off than I had ever seen him. I groaned as I wiggled my toes. Confirming my back wasn’t broken, just my insides as I forced myself up.

Fuck this guy, and fuck this night.

The borgs target was obviously the TC leader who was doing his best to get his car moving to escape this assassination.

Jun attacked him, because of course he did. Despite not having his Katana, Jun was relying on his Gorilla arms, slamming a fist into the borgs side to keep him from reaching into the car to grab the TC guy with his utterly massive hands.

Fuck this guy was as big as Maine. Like Anime big. Easily seven plus feet tall, and absolutely beefed out.

This wasn’t just some random fucker. This was an edgerunner level Cyberpunk.

Fuck. Jun and I were in the middle of this.

But fuck this guy even more for trying to kill us!

The noise of the car finally starting changed the battle. The Edgerunner was distracted.

Burya was drawn even as borg guy punched Jun back, and then with an almost casual swipe of his arm, he literally knocked the car off its wheels and onto its side. The rear wheels spinning helplessly as it was no longer able to escape.

But his attack thankfully opened him up to me. Jun was out of the way and the fucker was extended.

Burya barked, and Edgerunner went from completely ignoring me to focused entirely on me as a massive hole was punched into his back.

He shifted and I fired again and again, but to my frustration they all missed.

He had activated his Sandy after my shot and literally ducked and dived around the shots.

Okay speedware was on the list of stuff pissing me off now.

I met his glaring red eyes. Although this guy had a face, his optics screamed Maelstrom. He raised his arm.

Oh.

Fuck.

I jumped to my feet, ignoring the way my insides seemed to leak at the feeling, I was definitely hurting internally but that didn’t matter. I jumped, just managing to slide between a few cars as the rocket he shot at me exploded into the concrete where I had been standing. I coughed out blood again as I hit the floor, rolling a bit as the shockwave washed over me. I puked up some more blood. Not a good sign.

But I wasn’t done. I rolled onto my back and started reloading while I was out of sight.

Fuck Jun don’t die you moron. I couldn’t help but think as I could hear him yelling and fighting with the borg.

I reloaded in a blur. Despite every movement making my stomach spasm in pain as muscles that had just been tenderized screamed at me, Cold Blood, and Cool Nerves meant I wasn’t bothered.

Kill the borg.

Then make sure I wasn’t going to die.

Reloaded, I rose up and took aim but winced.

Jun was in the way. The two were wrestling and Jun was obviously losing.

But I couldn’t make the shot. I growled which only hurt me more than anything and instead ducked back down and started moving, slipping behind the cars I made it to the stupid TC’s car that was still on its side having been wedged up against the backs of a few of the other cars parked in the garage.

But that was perfect for me.

I quietly climbed up to the side of the car to get on top of it. Which put me right next to the two fighting away beating on each other.

The shot was perfect, his big stupid head was right there. Burya barked once more. Echoing through the lot as a massive hole exploded in the borgs chrome, but not into his head where I had been aiming.

He had noticed and raised his shoulder. I had been aiming for his head so instead of ending the fight all I did was put a big hole in his shoulder.

A shoulder that wasn’t disabled as I learned a moment later as he swept his arm at me.

I wasn’t fast enough to dodge. The back hand hit and I blanked out for a time.

It was only an urge to cough that ended up spitting blood all over my face that made me open my eyes and realize I had passed out at some point. I was smashed atop a car down the way, having hit it so hard I was indented into the roof.

The sound of Jun roaring brought me back. I reached down for my Max doc pouch, hands actually trembling as I brought it to my lips

The first puff brought me back to awareness, back to my focus.

I still hurt. A lot in fact. But I was alive.

I sat up and noticed my Burya wasn’t in my hand. Fuck, that borged out fucker had actually hit me so hard I lost my gun. Spotting my Burya on the ground right next to where the borg was beating my brother to death made me stand up knowing that I had to get involved. I popped my neck lightly, as I had the worst crick in my neck and then it was on.

Once again I was out of the fuckers sights. He probably thought I was dead. Hell Jun Probably thought I was dead too. Which probably explained why he was getting his ass beat so bad.

My eyes were open. My thoughts were clear. This borg needed to die.

Jun needed help right now.

I attacked again. This time Reboot Optics slammed into his system. The ICE just as ineffective as it was before. Suddenly his eyes shut down mid fight, and for just a moment Jun had a chance.

But Jun wasn’t alone.

I started running, moving as silently as I could as I charged in. Speedware was only effective if you could move.

So I just had to disable that first.

My knife was yanked out of its sheath, and I even grabbed one of the throwing knives I had taken from the Raffen. Burya was on the ground, and that was my only chance to really finish this. So I needed it.

Just as I reached the Borgs back I threw myself into a slide. Both knives held out and slammed into the back of the fuckers knees.

Both skittered and skipped, but even subdermal armor couldn’t protect the joints perfectly, the throwing knife skittered off but cut into the flesh before deflecting, but my main knife managed to slip into a soft patch and pierce through into the internals.

“Bitch!” The borg roared a bit, but not in pain. Just anger. Obviously his pain editor was active. Jun though was there with me. He reached out and grabbed the arm that had been aiming towards my general direction a moment before and started retaliating.

The borg tried to kick me once his arm was held back, but I was already tumbling forward dodging his weak blow and grabbing the Burya and then while on my back aimed upwards.

I didn’t hesitate and while the fucker obviously activated his speedware, trying to fight back against us both. But blind, stuck between Jun and I, and with a knee injury he couldn’t dodge. Burya hammered my shoulders into the concrete as I fired all three rounds punching upwards into him.

White borg blood poured out of him onto me.

This fucker was stronger than Jun. He was bigger than Jun.

But he now had three more bullet holes tearing up his insides. Jun was on him. Pounding his fists into the fuckers chest, Each time the borg started trying to retaliate Jun would slam a fist into the damaged sections of chrome. His first squirming and searching digging into the chrome and ripping out whatever he could grab.

It wasn’t completely effective.

Even injured. Even two on one, even with Jun hammering away the borg just wasn’t stopping.

I didn’t have another reload for the Burya.

I didn’t have my Thermal Katana. I didn’t have anything that could really scratch this guy on me.

But that didn’t mean I was going to let Jun have all the fun.

I drew my Lexington, and started taking potshots, trying to shoot into the holes that my Burya had already opened up. It was hard with Jun there, but a few went in and each time it caused the borg to jerk as something internal took a bullet.

The borg stepped back. Probably the first time he had been forced to retreat since the fight started, showing just how fucking scary this bastard was.

I stood up and kept with Jun. Dodging around Jun and popping off rounds whenever I could. As the two of us double teamed the borg pushing him back.

Teamwork!

It was surprisingly effective, the guys fucked up leg meant that even when he activated his speedware he couldn’t quite ‘catch’ us, although it did make his arms move incredibly fast, and the one time I barely got out of reach I could feel the wind blow past my face like a truck had just raced by at a hundred miles an hour.

But it wasn’t enough.

I could see it in his face as he realized he had fucked up. Blind and hamstrung he couldn’t escape. That he was too slow now to stop us from slowly tearing him apart.

If the fucker was a moose, Jun and I were wolves pulling him apart piece by piece. Sure he could kill us with a hit, but he was slow, weak.

In the end as much as I wanted it, Jun took the kill, instead of dodging a blow Jun grabbed the borgs hand before he could pull it back and tugged unbalancing the borg giving him time to leap at him, climbing up the fucker Jun wrapped his arms around the borgs neck and started pulling.

Sure the Borg reached up to try and stop him, but he was having some issues because that left his stomach open to me.

I quickly reloaded another magazine into my Lexington and pushed the gun straight into his open guts.

Lexington were automatic pistols.

I unloaded shifting the angle so bullets would be bouncing all around in the fuckers chest.

His arms went limp and Jun roared as he tugged.

The borgs head popped free with a nasty crunch, sending Jun falling off and onto his back, and then the borgs body crumpling as its will left it.

As its ghost died.

The garage was silent after that. Except for Jun and I’s heavy breathing. He slowly sat up and I winced as he looked like he just finished a ten round boxing match. His face was already puffing up and more purple than anything else.

“You look like shit.” I couldn’t help but inform him as I settled down on the ground. My legs felt weak, and my everything hurt.

“‘Uck you.” He said slurring, but he was alright if he had the energy to bring up his middle finger to flip me off.

“What the fuck?” I couldn’t help but ask, questioning the world because that was some serious shit.

I had fought Borgs before. Hell I had even fought Cyberpsychoes! But that guy was a walking tank. A monster that I wasn’t sure I would be able to kill even from the shadows. Hell I had shot him multiple times with my Burya, and he hadn’t gone down.

“You gonna live?” I asked Jun as he just flopped down on the ground and hadn’t gotten up.

Instead of saying anything he threw up a thumbs up and just laid there.

Fair.

That was totally fair. I glanced over at my alerts for the fight. I didn’t get the XP. Fucking Jun killstealing… Nah fuck it. I’m too tired to care.

Quickhack leveled up. Level 4. And I had gotten a Body level. Body 7! I guess fighting some edgerunner borg had some advantages…

The sound of men rushing up jerked me back to awareness. Had I just passed out again? I looked up to see an army of the TC guys from upstairs, all of them the guards that had been around the room rushing out of the elevator and the stairs. Immediately they started checking around, and even checking on the TC boss in the car. Turns out he was alive.

Yay.

The poor Doll wasn’t though. I noticed one of the guards checking and after a brief moment he simply stood up and walked away.

Yeah the big holes in her chest from the Edgerunners LMG would make living difficult.

Fuck that sucks.

I didn’t even know her name. But she had been nice.

“Kusanagi.” I blinked looking up towards Fujimura of all people who was now looming over me.

“Hey. We got him.” I mentioned nodding my head towards headless borg guy.

“I see that. You’ll live?”

“Yeah. My stomach is on the wrong side of my spine, but I’ll live.” I tell him, and to my surprise I get an actual huff of a laugh out of the cyberpsycho.

What the fuck?

A moment later a big coat was put over my shoulders, and Fujimura walked over to Jun to check on him too.

Huh. Did he go get counseling as well as dechroming or something?

Whatever this whole fucking night was a disaster…

Do you think they’d let me get some of the Sushi upstairs? My stomach was empty now…

I blinked at what I had just thought. Shaking my head with a long sigh that hurt my insides. Motoko you dumbass.

You won’t be able to eat it right now anyways. Better ask for a to go box.

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Author Note.
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Sandy is strong. borderline mandatory if you want to go for high end gun fight. the kerenzikovs are harder on you and always on but not as big a boost. situationally though it is better since you don't got the cooldown and you have it up if you get ambushed.
 
I like that Motoko ended up saving the life of a TC Boss, while at a TC party, but she's still not a Tiger Claw.

I wonder what this looks like to the TC though. Do they think she is just gang-Tsundere? "It-its not that I like the Tiger Claws or anything, baka! I just want to clear TC territory of scavs and to join you on your raids against Maelstrom because I like fighting, dummy."
 
I like that Motoko ended up saving the life of a TC Boss, while at a TC party, but she's still not a Tiger Claw.

I wonder what this looks like to the TC though. Do they think she is just gang-Tsundere? "It-its not that I like the Tiger Claws or anything, baka! I just want to clear TC territory of scavs and to join you on your raids against Maelstrom because I like fighting, dummy."
She also would like some food that isn't a microwave burrito. Jun-nii no baka. learn to bring different food home.
 
I think I remember reading somewhere what made Smasher so scary in the original tabletop games was his armor was so high that most players wouldn't be able to damage him. I like how you re-created that here.
Yeah his armor class was so high nothing but the absolute pinnacle weapons could even scratch him, mostly stuff that people wandering around NC aren't going to have on hand. Not everyone walks around with a Rocket Launcher for example, but you need that level of damage just to hope to scratch his ass.
 
Chapter 63
An hour later I was sitting in Viks chair getting checked over. I had absolutely refused to go see the TC Ripper even saying I would drive myself over to mine if I had to. In the end Fujimura of all people had driven me over to Viks. The massive Cyberpsycho borg had left only after Vik had started taking care of me, seemingly satisfied he knew what he was doing.

What a weird night.

“Motoko?”

“What?”

“I asked, if you were gonna be alright, with your sleep healing?” Vik asked, making me realize he had been forced to repeat himself.

“Yeah. Yeah I should be fine. Why?”

“Cause other than some serious surgeries, there isn’t anything else I can do about all of this.” He said seriously, face pinched into a look of honest concern.

“Oh yeah I’ll just sleep then. You don’t mind?”

“Nah kid. Here. I’ll give you some stuff for the pain-”

“Nah it’s fine Vik. I’ll just sleep and be fine in the morning, thanks though. For looking me over. I would be worried about sleeping around any other ripper. So… Thanks Doc.” I told him, smiling as he fussed over me like a worried dad.

Ah Viks Dad energy so stronk!

“Motoko. I usually have to talk my patients into taking less medication, not more. You… Considering the scans of your injuries I took, you should be completely disabled thanks to the pain. Your injury is something I usually see when pedestrians are hit by cars.” He explained not quite calmly.

“Yeah the borg hit like a truck. Literally, he knocked a car on its side with one hit.” I muttered which made Vik fuss but I waved him off, a little weakly I’ll admit.

“Alright let me take a nap, and you can check on me in the morning? Sorry for coming so late.”

“Don’t apologize Motoko. I just wish I could do a bit more for you.” He muttered, reaching out and to my surprise patting me on my head!

I smiled and had to bite back a chuckle because laughing really hurt.

“G’night Vik.” I muttered and let my eyes close as I put myself to sleep for an eight hour nap.

I awoke instantly like always, feeling great, the injuries healed, and to my surprise there were voices talking away in the clinic.

I opened my eyes and took in the room, and had to still to keep myself from squealing.

Because leaning nonchalantly against Viks desk as he chattered away was Jackie Welles. He was pretty much the same as he looked in the game. His voice had that same joking manner that made him so easy to make friends with.

Although I did have to translate the spanish in my head, nearly every other word. Well what spanish I actually understood anyways.

“C’mon Vik, you said we were going to get some training in today.” He whined pleading with the older man.

“I’ve got a patient Jackie, you know the rules, that comes first.”

“Ah they won’t even notice, they are passed out quiet, let’s go to the ring, I know you want to get some jabs in yeah?”

“I don’t mind.” I called out interrupting as Vik was gonna definitely say no.

“Motoko!” Vik called out happily as he spun his chair around. “Finally awake, how’re you feeling?”

I sat up on the chair a bit and stretched, feeling my abs flex as I checked myself over. “Feel like a hundred bucks like always.” I told him with a smile, but even as I was talking I was sending a message to Jun. I hope he was alright.

“Well that’s good.” He said rolling over and starting to check me out even if I was trying to get up, Vik gently pushing me back down had me rolling my eyes and letting him work.

“See the little Senorita is just fine, C’mon Vik! You know I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” Jackie whined, literally whined like a kid, but it came off more charming than irritating.

“Vik I’m fine. Go play with your friend.” I tell him, shooing him with my hand as I smiled at him.

“Motoko.” Vik said, giving me a look of disappointment.

Which only made me laugh of course.

“Sit tight for a bit Jackie, let me give Motoko a look over, then since she will probably be running away, we’ll get to the lesson.” Vik offered as he rolled across the concrete over to me. Quickly pulling up some scanners and taking a look.

“Aw C’mon Vik. I’m fine. I’m tough, you know?”

He instantly poked me with his needle hand.

“Ow! Ow ow ow!” I whined at him before he pulled away.

“I thought you were tough.”

“Says the guy sticking me with needles randomly!”

“Hehe. Yeah Vik you can’t just go- Okay I’ll stay out of it. Sorry Hermana.” Jackie said cut off from Vik turning to give Jackie a look, the much larger man raised both hands in surrender at Viks irritation.

“Hehe.” I chuckled too because it was a nice little atmosphere. “So how's it look, Vik? All good?”

“No. Your arm is still out of alignment. That hit you took knocked your chrome in along your upper shoulder. You're lucky it didn’t just break every bone from your shoulder into your chest.”

I winced. Yeah that sounded painful.

A long whistle came from Jackie. “Jeez Hermana, what hit you? A truck?”

“He might as well have been. This guy was like eight feet tall and all chrome, he probably weighed a ton. I wasn’t even the target. The guy just wanted to assassinate someone next to me and my brother.” I said looking over at Vik as he worked on fixing the damage to my chrome.

Jackie frowned at that. “Fuckin’ Cyberpsychos.” He muttered, but I had to shake my head.

“No, he was clear headed. It was a professional hit. Guy was just borged up. Scariest fucker I’ve ever seen.” I admitted and even Vik looked concerned. I hadn’t mentioned to Vik yet about just what brought me in late last night.

“Real Edgerunner shit then? Sorry you got caught up in that then Hermana.” Jackie offered, to my surprise, before I understood what he meant.

“Oh don’t worry. He might have got the drop on us, but between Jun my Brother and I? We walked away. He didn’t.” I said with a smile that was all teeth.

Jackie’s eyes widened a bit as he obviously had to take what I was saying and process it.

I mean. Wrapped up in bandages sitting in Viks chair without a weapon in reach, because Vik refused to let me keep my Burya or anything while he worked. It meant I didn’t exactly scream dangerous merc.

“Huh. You actually fought someone like that?”

“Me and my brother… I’ll admit Jun did more than me. I just couldn’t stand up to the guy's strength. He was throwing me around like a ragdoll.” I said holding up my right arm that Vik wasn’t working on and flexing it a bit.

I wasn’t strong enough.

Honestly it could have been disheartening.

It could have been terrifying.

But me? It just kinda made me excited. If I was weak? Gain Strength. It was that simple.

I still had plenty more grinding I could do to level Body.

If my body stat had been higher, he wouldn’t have knocked me around like a child. If my reflex was higher, he never would have touched me.

There was so much I could do to grow stronger.

So I would.

“Alright kid. Run through a few stretches with that arm, tell me if it’s catching anywhere.” Vik said cutting off my internal thoughts and I did as he said, stretching and shifting my arm in different ways.

It felt good.

“Looks good Vik.”

“Great. In that case. You are good to go whenever.” He said, reaching out and patting my shoulder earning a smile from me.

“Yes! C’mon Vik. You owe me some time in the ring, Hermano.” Jackie said smiling like a kid getting permission to hang out with his dad…

Actually, didn't Jackie have a bad relationship with his father? I remember something like that from the game.

I guess I wasn’t the only one that was treating Vik as a pseudo dad.

“Alright kid. Alright. Motoko, You’ll be alright?”

“Course! But no way am I leaving. I want to see this! You guys are going to box a bit right?” I say as I sit up and I was already starting to get dressed again. Pulling my Leotard up over the bandages that Vik had covered me in last night.

I would take a moment to remove them later when I wasn’t around a couple of old guys. But after a moment my Leotard was zipped back up, and I was as modest as usual.

“Heh! C’mon then Hermana, you’ll get a treat see me beat up on the old timer.” Jackie joked, throwing me a wink, and while Vik had looked a moment away from trying to convince me to leave, Jackie distracted him.

“Oh you think so huh kid? Alright then.” Vik offered as he took off his Ripper tools and pulled out a set of boxing gloves from his desk. Then he threw another pair at Jackie. “Get gloved up Jackie. I think you need a few lessons from this old timer.” He said and I laughed at the look Jackie had on his face.

‘Oh I fucked up.’ Pictured in pure stark relief stretched across his face.

—--

To my surprise the boys didn’t just go at it right in Viks clinic. Instead they headed into the building Misty’s shop was in, right next door, and took the elevator up to the roof. There they prepped themselves and I rooted Vik on, as Jackie and him went at each other.

Well it wasn’t quite that brutal, it was a teaching thing. Vik was working Jackie over. Punching and jabbing forcing the bigger man to block and shift on his feet, every set amount of time Vik would switch to defense and Jackie would go at him.

It was fun. Entertaining, and surprisingly useful.

*100 Street Brawler XP Gained.*

I actually got an alert just from watching and listening. As Vik walked Jackie through mistakes, or prompted him to change his rhythm.

It was fun!

“Alright Jackie. Give me a break. My old man's bones are tired.” Vik teased as he rested back against the wall and wiped some sweat from his brow.

Jackie, looking almost as tired, wiped his forehead as well and gave Vik that charming boyish smile of his. “You’ll be fine. Probably outlive us all.” Jackie said with a chuckle, and I couldn’t help but wince at that.

Yeah.

“Why don’t you show me some jabs, you’re left is messing with your guard still. Make sure you practice it a bit more.” Vik said and Jackie sighed but did as he said, raising his gloves and starting to swing.

But I could see it, just as easily as Vik. Jackie kept dropping his right guard whenever he jabbed with his left.

“Vik throw me the gloves.” I called out hopping off the edge of the roof that I had been sitting on and walking over to Jackie.

“Motoko-”

“I know how to box Vik, I’ll admit you both are better than me, but I can help with this.” I called out but it was Jackie that interrupted next.

“I don’t know Hermana, I don’t want to hurt ya you know?”

“Don’t stress.” I waved him off and Vik sighed but threw me the gloves. They weren’t boxing gloves, but coaching gloves. Padded to fit an open palm so you could take the strike without pain. I slipped them on as I stood in front of Jackie. “My arms are chrome, so you’ll be more likely to feel it if I don’t give enough C’mon show me that jab again.”

I raised the gloves and Jackie still hesitated, before I moved in and threw a few jabs of myself, not enough to hit, but to force him into the rhythm. Then he moved.

Jackie was surprisingly fast with his fists, and his form was solid. Power and speed.

It made sense why Vik took the time to help him train a bit. He was a natural.

But I was a gamer.

I easily blocked the first three jabs he gave and then despite hesitating for a moment after he fell into the flow that I had no trouble keeping up.

I was just giving him spots to hit after all. We fell into the flow, and when I baited the left jab I reached out and tapped his cheek with my right glove as I blocked with the left.

“Open.”

He blinked, stepping back in surprise at the sudden assault. Jackie blinked for a moment processing what had just happened, before nodding. Then he moved back in, and the flow resumed. A few moments later I once more baited the jab, and the same thing happened, he jabbed, lowered his right glove, and I gave him a tap on his chin.

“Open.”

“His eyes narrowed, but it wasn’t in anger. It was an acknowledgement. We went into it again. Jackie's fists were flying, and I noticed the change this time as he went for the jab, his right glove stayed up, and when I purposefully chose to make the move, his glove blocked me.

“Better. Again?” I asked and to my surprise Vik nodded looking on happily.

Jackie? Jackie was beaming. “Hell yeah Hermana, let’s do it.” He said, chuckling loudly as he squared up, and I nodded. His glove cracked against my own as he started into a routine.

*100 Street Brawler XP Gained.*

—--

*100 Body XP Gained*

I brushed off the alert as I stretched. Jackie had been a bit too fast a few times and tagged me. If my arms, or shoulders were still flesh I would definitely be bruised, instead I was just a little sore where the chrome met flesh. Like my muscles had been pulled a bit.

“Sorry about that Choom. You’ll be alright?” He asked, looking concerned. Made sense. Jackie was a big guy, and I was very much a small girl.

“I’m fine. Nice workout. I haven’t been hitting the gym enough recently.” I told him while wiping sweat from my brow.

Jackie and I were both sweaty, having worked ourselves pretty hard. Vik had come in, guided us both on some improvements, and then took the elevator back down before we finally had enough.

“Your endurance is good.” I teased him a bit as he was now sitting back on one of the lawn chairs that someone had left up here.

“No way, you stayed on me the whole time. I’m exhausted ‘Toko. You said you were what, fourteen?”

“Yep.” I agreed, and he shook his head.

“Damn. You certainly got some skill. You’d fit right into the merc scene. Maybe in a few years you’ll be earning rep instead of just boosting wheels, or whatever kids do these days.” He said laughing as he described something he probably did himself at my age.

“Gonk. I’m already a merc.” I scoffed at his unintentional insult. “I’m good at infiltration, a bit of netrunning, and I’m pretty good with a blade, or a gun.” I counted off my chrome fingers at each one. “I hunted down a serial killer on my last gig. Ever heard of the Meat Man?” I asked, and to my pleasure Jackie actually looked serious as he nodded.

“Heard they finally got him. NN54 had a whole thing about it. That was you?”

“Wait… My kill was on the news!?” I gasped as I rose up. “I need to record it! Or see it!” I called out, waving my arms a bit in happiness.

I was on the news!

“Whoa Hermana, easy. You can go to their site, should be easy enough to take a look at. You really killed that bastardo?” He asked surprised and I nodded.

“Sniped him with my Nekomata. Rescued the people he had kidnapped, even called in the NCPD so they could take care of it all. Ended up waiting around in handcuffs for a couple hours, but it was worth it in the end.”

“Well damn. Not bad, not bad at all little ‘Toko. You’ll make an edgerunner out of yourself someday.” He said laughing with a smile.

“Pfft. I’m never gonna be an edgerunner. I don’t plan on going out in some blaze of glory. I’ll be the next Morgan Blackhand. I’ll live until I’m a hundred and thirty and still wipe the floor with all the gonk kids.” I tell him laughing at my mental image of myself as some ancient hag whacking kids with the back end of a Thermal katana.

“Heh. Not me. I’m gonna make this city remember me hermana. I’ll have a drink in the afterlife, and I’ll live forever.” He said looking up at the sky smiling at his dream.

I was grateful that he wasn’t looking at me.

My face couldn’t be pleasant to look at as I watched on.

I had watched this man die. Watched his final moments, seen his funeral, and all the pain it had caused.

Jackie. Jackie was a street kid of Night City through and through.

Even if I told him, even if I explained how much it would hurt his family, he wouldn’t stop racing along the edge.

The disgusting culture in this city, to throw your life away in a moment of glory. There would be no convincing Jackie that his life would have far more meaning if he stayed alive. Lived his life, had a family.

Because he had been raised on the idea that a drink in a bar was the pinnacle.

Disgusting.

But nothing I could do right now. No words I could say, nothing I could show him. We weren't even chooms yet. Just two people that knew a guy.

“Well how about you then Jackie? What happened on your last gig?”

“Oh? Oh yeah that was a fun one. Had to chase down this Pendejo to pay his bar tab funnily enough. It was all going well, tracked him down, got him in my grip, but then I realized he had chooms!”

—--

Jackie and I ended up getting distracted as Jackie told stories of all the jobs he had done. I realized pretty quickly that while he tried to hype them up, most of them were low level jobs. It startled me when I realized the truth.

Jackie for all his talk, was pretty low level in the grand scheme of the merc hierarchy. I mean he was no Maine. No David.

He was way less borged out for one.

For another he talked himself up a lot, but he only really did low level gigs. It was his words near the end that made me realize the vast gulf between us.

And maybe just how odd what I had been doing was.

“So Padre set me up with a chance to meet Wakako. Got a big gig coming up, if I do well, he’ll put me in touch with her. The Dragon of Westbrook you know?”

“I’ve never heard anyone call Wakako that before.” I muttered surprised. “Usually it’s the lady of Westbrook.”

“Yeah well… I just came up with it. She is, you know? The most dangerous woman in Westbrook. She deserves a title like that. Makes her sound as dangerous as she is.” He sort of rambled and I couldn’t help but chuckle at him as he sort of tried to defend his weird title.

“It sounds cool Jackie, I’ll make sure to tell her about it next time I see her.” I tell him with a quiet chuckle.

“Pfft. Yeah you’ll just walk into her parlor and talk to her, tell her about a preem new title she can use. But seriously don’t do that. Fixers like Wakako are dangerous people. And don’t like being bothered for shit.” He said, shaking a finger at me.

Making me realize that Jackie had no idea I already worked with Wakako.

I thought about telling him.

I really did. I could probably help him out even give him some good hype with her.

But then a thought happened. An evil. Funny thought.

“Hey Jackie. You said you got a gig from Padre right? What are you doing? Need someone to watch your back?” I asked, with a smile but Jackie instantly shook his head.

“No way Hermana. I’m not dragging a kid into something dangerous. No way.”

“Aw C’mon Jackie. Having someone watching your back is way safer than going it alone. I’ve done work with the Tyger Claws before. I helped out during the war. Let me watch your back. You won’t even know I’m there.”

He hesitated before sighing. “Listen, Motoko. I know what it’s like. Being a kid, wanting to be great, wanting to have your name in the sky, and everyone knowing who you are.” He shook his head. “But you shouldn’t rush into it. Being an edgerunner is one thing, but losing your life before you’re even old enough to live it is a waste.” He said firmly.

Ah he wasn’t gonna budge.

The jerk!

Fine. I’ll just troll him then.

“Fine. Well Jackie, this has been super fun. We should get together and do some more boxing again some time. It's been a while since I had this much exercise.” I said stretching my back as I started walking off waving behind me. “I’ll see you again soon!” I called out.

Sooner than he would think.

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So is Moto going to wraith Jackie and end up saving him?

Good lead in to meeting V if he / she is a corpo ninja, I can see the competition for the Super-Ninja cup already. Who can kill the most people with blades- bonus points for style kills.
 

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