New World = New World Problems

Turns out Nighg City is horrible. The city is completely controlled by gangs corporations and Fixers. The police? Well they are funded by the corporations and act as the city's weakest and largest gang with only having real power in the downtown area called "Corpo Plaza" which is just a stupid name.

Fixers are like Jarred in a way. Living legends that cut out a slice of the pie and run the merc show. Giving out jobs and paying the help when the jobs done. They work as a middlemen between client and Mercenary. But mercs at least your normal gun carring ones are called solo like my new friend Spark. But you also have Netrunners which seam to be just wizards able to hack peoples tech with their brains. Samurai which are solos but don't use guns preferring blades. And for some reason Rocker Boy is a job title in the Merc circuit for charismatic nut jobs.

The most famous of these nut Jobs is some Golk (there word for dumass) who nuked part of the city leading to lots of problems back in the 2020s. The time after was called the Red. The Red lead to my new best friends the Scaves. They dress like the Maniacs that enjoy the purge but instead of just killing you they rip you apart selling organs to doctors and Cyberware to Rippers who are doctors that put in cyberware.

"Why are we walking again?" I asked as we past by yet a nother corpse next to a guy who was having his dick sucked and a third who was masturbating with some sort of glowing head set and a machine pumping it for him.

"Some one Boosted the ride I boosted to get to that job." Spark said. Not seeming to care about the fact that her car was stolen. Or the fact she had stolen it.

"Right and given that explanation I'm guessing cars get stolen a lot?"

She spins around walking backwards giving me a weird look. "You really don't remember anything except that weird death bed dream?" I shook my head. So yeah I told Spark after hours of pestering me, by the way we are walking across a city like the entire city, about me. So I told her about the screen the Gacha thing, the curses and my hard light shield. She went feral over that. Said I was her new partner with how I can shoot and the shield that I was with her till paid of my life det to her. Apparently, according to her I owed her $100,000,000. Seems like a lot but I have no idea how the money works here. Fuck I don't know how money works out side the weird Gacha thing. "Well if you car has a personal controle key it's harder to steal cause they'd need to take that from you. But most vehicles don't have a hard Key card they have a digital key that can be hacked by a good netrunner or by someone hard hacking with a mobile terminal."

"So Key Cards are high end?"

"No they are more middle ground. Low in Vechicels have shit ice. High end have good near unbreakable ice and middle ground and Nomad vehicles have Key Cards or slot Cards. My personal car has a slot card." Spark said skipping backwards. Not even flinching as a gun was fired not more the a street over.

"And why pray tell did you steal a car if you have one?" I ask my hands stucked under my coat to so I could grip my gun. I don't remember how I died but i remember the smell of gunpowder was alway apart of my life.

"Well my cars in the shop. Drove it threw a Rave Out post out in the Bad Lands it got chewed up by heavy Turret fire." She said with a giggle like remember a good time.

I just stared at her. She was unbelievably attractive. Long black hair that fell down in waves looking like strands of Obsidian glass. Bright purple eyes that glowed unnaturally like Amethyst in the ransid air. Pale ivory skin that didn't have the tell tale signs of Cyberware like almost every other person we past. A butterfly tattoo rested just under her pink sports bra like tank top. And her shorts gave a grate look at the movie DNA tattoo on her long beautiful legs.

He giggles brought me out of my musings as I looked back up into her stunning eyes. "If you look any harder I'm going to have to start charging you." She laughed coming closer fingers trailing my face down to my chin. Bring it down to look her in the eyes. "You are a strang one aren't you." She laughed before booping me on the nose and run off down the street.

"Grrrr. Get back her you Minx!" I shout as I began to chase her. As i gained on her with my long stride I reached out to grab her only for her to blur away.

"You need to be better then that lover boy!"

So the game of Dumb cat and smart mouse began. And I chased her for several long minutes till I saw something when I stopped to catch my breath. A woman was running into a dead end alley being chased by several men with glowing red eyes and these weird metal faces.

I don't think I would have noticed if not for her blue skin. "Weird." I said as I walked across the street to see what was happening.

As I made it to the corner I saw the blue skinned girl in a bikini and large coat cornered by the Borg fucks. They where brandishing bats knives and chains one in the back had a weird looking hand gun.

"No where left to run you joy toy bitch. And now more toys to poke holes in my boys." The man in the back with the gun said.

"Yeah what you going to do with little old me?"

"Your brother ain't going to save you! We are going to turn you into our own person toy and break you over and over again. Make your own brother fix you up when he's to high to notice and when you ain't got no more fight well make a good cybersycho out of you pretty little corpse." The gonk said with no shame.

I tuned out the girls response as I started running. I put three shots in to the bosses head before I realized they where just bouncing off. I watch as he turned his gun glowing before like a sci-fi movie it fire off like a rail gun missing me but not my coat. Fucker put a hole threw my ugly ass coat.

I fired off two more shots one into his foot and one into his neck. Both coming back with weird white blood spraying out over the alley. The man clutched his neck as he fell dropping the rail gun hand gun. I slide into a kick to the man's face scoping up the weird gun. I pulled the trigger on it getting an instant snap back as I see five glowing slugs it the next guy he stumbles white blood leaking out but rushes forward I pull the trigger till it clicks.

The man now with more in common with Swiss cheese falls dead. I toss the now empty gun at the next Borg as I scoop up the bat. The gun to the head seems to crack one of the borgs eyes. He stumbles, tripping up just long enough to jump up slamming the bat into the side of his head.

Two more swings of the bat an he's down downing and the last guys knife is nocked away. I swing the bat as hard as I can as the last borgs arm opens. A blade flashing out head for my eye. The dudes arm explodes as glowing wire cuts threw the cheep blade and the man's arm and the bat bend around the guys head. I sigh loudly as I see spark standing besides me looking completely done with me. "What did I do?"

"The gun who's amoe to waisted. It needs to charge up for a half second. You could have literally killed everyone here with it but instead you barely took down one guy and where almost secured before I fucked you or got my money back!" She was livid it seemed.

"Oh well how would I have know that when i literally don't know anything else?" I snapped back.

"Maybe don't go playing hero! We don't get paid for this! Fuck you better hope these guys have enough Money on there bounty's or I'm going to shoot you."

"What ever!" I turned, flicking her off, to the other person in the alley. "So who are you short stack?"

"Who the fuck you calling short!? Fuck uou I'd didn't need rescuing."

"Holy shit I just asked for you name! Also you where surrounded by what ever these guys are so.." I never finished that statement as my body doze up feeling like I was being tazed.

Dropping down in between me and the short stack was another woman. She has short onix hair in a bobcut bright blue eyes with red highlights. She was in a skin tight latex or leather suit that left nothing to the imagination with pink sneakers and pink leather jacket that left her mid rift exposed even if it was zipped up. Compared to the grimlin with teal skin pink tattoos red and green eyes and hair a tad darker then her body she was tall but other wise they had similar builds.

"Oh it was an ambush!" Spark said as she walked up. "Please drop the hack on my friend here."

"Fine." The new girl said. "I was just showing him that we had a plan. That hack would have killed the borgs it's only not melting his brain because of how little soft he has."

I could finally breath again as my body stopped seizing. "That's one of way to say hello." I growled out catching my self against the wall.

"Any way I'm Sasha and this is Rebecca." The taller woman said as she and Rebecca waved.

"This is Harper he's both new and has no memories except for so Cyberware near death hallucination. And I'm Spark!"

"Wait Spark! The famous solo for the 6Street gang who broke off after killing one of the lieutenants and works Exclusively for Padra and Rouge?!?" Rebecca was a fan girl good to know.

"The one and only cutie!" And Spark loves it.

"Oh my god! It's an honor to meet you!" Now it was Sasha? Who the fuck was Spark?

"Oh two cutie who know me! Oh I'm so honored! Well since we stepped on your toes why don't you come hand with us I plan on having Padra sort this idiot at El Coyote Cojo before I let him crash in my couch y'all are more then welcome to join us."

The two huddled up before nodding eagerly. "We would love to join you!" Sasha exclaimed.

"Yeah first round of Brosives are on us!" Rebecca continued.

"What's a Brosive?" I asked dumbly.

"It's a beer you don't worry about things like that. You just keep being good at killing." Spark laughed as she patted my cheek.

I was going to snap at her before a notice appeared.

(YOU HAVE MET REBECCA! +1 advantage spin! YOU HAVE MET Sasha +1 spin! New Quest added Change the Future save Sasha and Rebecca from their fated ends. Reward +1 mythic ticket for saving Sasha. +1 Devine ticket for saving Rebecca. +2 advantage tickets for stopping ... +2 Devine advantage tickets for killing …)

(Would you like to roll)

'Yes let's do that.' I thought to my self.

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(Uncommon Ability. Mover)

Pocket space! Gives you access to a pocket space that is 5 meters wide, long and tall.

(Common Gear. Flash bang.)

A standard military flash bangx5. Each grenade will respond 1 week after it was used in your home.

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'Well I guess I'll take pocket space seems handy in this place make sure i won't get robbed.' I thought as the girls kept talking about hair care and nails.

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(Uncommon Cyberware)

Biodyne MK.2. A decent Cyberdeck in Night City. Would you like to preinstall? Notice doing this doesn't change the fact that those who have already scanned you will know it wasn't there before.

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I sigh as I chose no the cyberdeck appearing in my new Pocket space. This was suck a weird world.

—- Time Skip 40 minutes later! El Coyote Cojo—-

As we walked in to the bar I could smell tacos and fries. Which is not what you would expect to smell coming into the bar. The bar was sparsely populated by Hispanics in nice suits of red and gold. It was interesting to see cause there was also solos in a mix of different colors and clothes and big fuck off dude helping behind the counter.

He was easily a half foot taller then me at 6.9 he had a top knot of curly black hair with deep tanned skin. He was in a tank top with a large leather jacket in blue and gold with two golden hand cannon poking out with the sleeves rolled up. He was talking with someone in what looked like a leather Tex sitting at the bar. Half her head was shaved with blue to purple hair looking like a whole minus.

Spark lead me to a set of stars to the side of the bar. She dropped me infront of a very old Hispanic man with minimal Cyberware who was dressed somewhere between a pastor and a retired grandfather.

"You must be the lost soul. How are you my child?" The man spoke softly but clearly, yet his voice cut threw the noice of the bar. This was definitely a pastor before he became a fixer.

"Yes Father," i slipped in to a religious tone for some reason, "I woke up in a bath of ice and blood. I don't know what's going on."

"It's fine child. You don't seem to exist in the city so I went a head and made you and Identity for here in Haywood. You are now a nother lost soul of the Haywood orphanages. It was the best I could do at such short notice." He sound almost regretful that it was all he could do for me.

"It more then enough father." I spoke softly.

"Spark tells me you are well adept at the art of our work. If you are willing I have work. A test run. If you do well we can see about more in the future."

"That sounds wonderful. When do I start?" I sighed softly.

"Tomorrow until then Spark has agreed to sponsor you."

"I guess I'll have to do something for her then." I sigh not knowing where and who I was is such a headache.

"Gods seeped Harper."

"Thank you Father." I said as I went to stand.

"Son I'm not a man of the cloth anymore. I'm just Padre now." I look him in the eyes as he spoke and nodded slowly.

I turned head down stars and the table that 3 of the only people I know in this world where at. It was time to grab the Bull by the horns.