Cyberpunk 2766AD

Fox and Kiara finish off the pizza and Fox puts her armor back on. "Spence if you don't mind, please carry Jimmy to the car, so that he doesn't have to hop there. Oh, and let me warn you guys right now, this doctor is rather eccentric. He is a true living mad scientist. He lives in a warehouse, that's guarded by sex dolls armed with assault rifles. Even though he's insane, he is amazing at creating anything synthetic. If you can think of it, he already has three versions ready to go. He worked for the campany that created me. He's the one that made my tail and hand. Also, he's free." The four of them head to the car. Fox drives. She has the car take a sharp dive, down into the slums. She stops infront of some beat up looking old building. Two, mostly naked sex dolls stand infront armed with duel assault rifles. "Guys, wait here by the car, until I come back."

Fox walks up the sex dolls. The girls say "Halt!" in unison. The camera above the door, turns to Fox. A voice can be heard over some loud speakers in front of the door, saying "Enter." Fox walks in to see a short, old, white haired man, in a whit lab coat, digging through a pile of augments. The inside is wide open. A small bedroom setup was in a far off corner, there are a few lab tables spread out, but most of the inside is cluttered with piles of exotic alts. The old man says "Don't speak, miss Fox. I already know why you're hear. You want to see my latest alts right. I think I'll have some stuff that you'll love." He pulls out a couple breast and squeezes one. Out shoots a flame. "What do you think? This will catch people off guard. No, no, no. I got a better one."

He goes to a different pile and pulls out what looks like a pair of fairy wings. "With each flap they release sleeping powder into the air. Yeah I know, I'm a genuis." Fox finally gets a chance to cut in and says "Doc! Left hand, and left foot! That is what I need. Also, I have some friends outside that could use some alts." "Well, why didn't you say so earlier." He motions towards a blond hair, busty sex doll and says "Niky, be a dear and go out and fetch Fox's friends for me. I'll see what I have laying around that you would like miss Fox."

 

One of the Technomancers appears from the back a small gun held at the back of the man in the white coats head.
Behind him appeared two more both armed with pulse pistols pointing towards Niky followed by them entered a very tall brute of a man. His left arm thick and bulky and completely cybernetic. His bottom jaws was completely metallic as was the back of his scalp. His eyes gave a sinister look aimed at Fox. In his flesh hand he carried a thick headed hammer. He looked around the room and then back at Fox.

Using his full might he slammed a fist into Fox’s jaw throwing her across the room and smashing through a large mirror. Glass fell like raining water and spread across the floor shattering again in sprinkles of crystal looking fragments. Winrik stamped him bionic leg onto the counter shattering it from the impact. He leaped over to Fox slamming another punch from his bionic fist into the woman's Jaw. Blood flew from her mouth on impact. Winrik hurled her up and through the door with such force the thing came off the hinge’s holding it. Outside Fox landed hard on the road. More technomancers held their guns firmly pointed at the Freebooters Spence stood looking about holding Jimmy up while Kiara stood at Spence’s other side weighing up the odds.
Seventeen Technomancers stood on the roadside guns raised at the three Freebooters. On one of the upper pylons seven more stood aiming weapons raised. And another carrying a heavy stubber pointing directly at the three.

Fox ignored those surrounding his friends and glared at the charging Winrik.

 

Winrik charges up to Fox and grabs her by the neck. He drags her forcefully across the ground, and then slams her into the wall of the building across the street. She hand squeezes her neck, cutting off her air. He draws back is other hand, ready to smash her face in. Her tail whips around from behind her and wraps tightly around his neck. With his free hand, he tries to pull her tail off. The front of her tail flatens into a blade and forces itself into his mouth. Smashing through his front teeth along the top of his mouth. It bends and hooks itself into the roof of his mouth. He tries to pull it out, but only makes it worse. The tail is still around his neck and tightens with every movement he makes. He lets go of her and she hangs from his neck. As she hangs, the claws of her fake hand comes out and she plunges her hand deep into his gut. I river of blood comes from both his mouth and stomach.

 

Winrik winces in pain dropping to his knees and feeling the tail slacken. He grabs it with his bulky bionic hand and crushes it under the weight of his grip. Fox reels as he uses his hammer with his free flesh hand and slams it hard into the side of Fox’s jaw. As she stumbles back Winrik pulls himself free. Spitting blood from his throat. The pain recedes due to the bionic components taking over the wound just given. Still uncomfortable and a weeks worth of healing after the apothecary at the gang house operates on this violation. He roars a bellow in Fox’s face like a mad banshee his Jaw widens and he bites down on her tail wounding her badly. With both hands he hurls her above his head and throws her across the street. Fox smashes throw the glass window of the uptown bakery scattering the cooks from the kitchen in shock. Steam vomits out from the smashed window.

Winrik charges again towards were Fox landed.

 

Fox lays there in the kitchen. She can feel her nanites starting to repair her shattered jaw. It'll take atleast four or so hours for them to finish their job. Her vision is getting blurry, and she knows that she's on the verge of blacking out. She thinks to herself "I only have one shot at taking him down. I better make it count." She manages to stand herself up, with her one hand and one foot. Her tail twitchs back and fourth. Completely useless at this point. He comes bursting through the wall. She pulls her gun out and gets a small spray of energy shots into his stomach, around the wound she created earlier. She stops for a second. With all the strength she can muster in her leg, she lunges for his neck. Her claws of her finges slices into his neck, as the claw of her thumb digs into the other side. Her vicelike hand, clamps shut. Destroying his windpipe and juggular.

 

The wide marble hallway on the way from the turbolifts to the stairs ends in a doorway to a balcony. The sun is streaming in and nobody has given me a minute’s thought. It would be good to go out and enjoy the breeze for a moment before running again.

As I step out into the rarified air of the higher altitude, a gust of oxygenated air blows up from the environmental controls. It feels wonderful. The balcony runs all along this side of the building.

I go to the railing, seeing spaghetti noodle roadways tangled below me, the top layer off to the right so close that I can see vague facial details of the drivers through the canopies. Below that a glassed-in bubble wells out from the side of the building. There is one on each side, gardens. Peaceful places that I’ll probably never get to visit.

As I turn away I catch a glimpse, like an afterimage, of a shadow racing along the side of the building.

Going behind me.

Whipping around, tearing the pulse gun from my boot I see yellow eyes and almost nothing else but a gleaming sword headed straight for me.

Ducking low, feeling the sting of that blade across the back of my right upper arm I launch myself into a run, place a hand on the railing to vault it, and fall to the roadway below, hearing the slight whine of the generator engaging the anti-grav, my grippy-soled boots planting firmly on the hood* of a moving hovercraft.


(((*Okay...'bonnet' for my UK friends!!)))

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGH.” Screams Winrik.

He lashes slamming his Hammer straight through Fox’s chest shattering her ribs beyond pain. She falls back Winrik reels in pain screaming blood spewing through his neck.

 

Vornn lands merely missing Tolva as she dashes. He looks about his eyes homing in on her. He leaps high landing on a balcony’s edge. He launches himself onto an adjacent balcony holding the hilt of his sword tightly and his cloak flapping with his every action. He watches as she dashes through the street and drops to road level again.

The duel carriageway is busy with traffic and yet she heads into it. He leaps again at her from above his sword arm length out he swoops down like a hawk to the kill landing feet first on the bonnet of a passing car. The rear rises up as the front buckles under his weight. His eyes glow brighter as he see’s Tolva.

 

I’m riding sideways on the startled driver’s hover like a surfer, watching the freak jump after me. He’s not going to be shaken, time for something more aggressive.

As he leaps I make the jump to a hover going the other direction, toward him, and fire the pulse shotgun when we are perhaps eight feet from each other. I don’t wait to see if I hit him but spring to the side of the road, rolling to absorb the impact before getting up and running toward the monorail station.

 

Vornn sees the shot from the pulse shot gun coming he ducks down on the smashed car the shot screams past cutting a piece of his cloak and grazing his arm. He turns to see Tolva head the other way. She rolls and heads out into the direction of the monorail.

Vornn looks down at the wounded driver nursing his bloodied scalp. Then leaps from the buckled bonnet and leaps across the road. A car comes at him head on he stops dead in front. The car swerves hitting another smashing into the side. The driver thrown from his seat and through the glass windscreen. Vornn ignores the commotion of crashing vehicles and jumps from the road to the side banister he looks down the drop easily a 12 mile fall to slums. He smiles and charges across the side banister with a swift motion to his movement and heads closer to Tolva.

 

I don’t bother with each step on the stairway. Screaming, “Excuse me!” I jump directly to the landing, bashing into a few people in the process and do it again and again, bursting off of the steps onto the platform just in time to see Vornn waiting for me there.

Damn! I’m not used to the anti-grav thing yet. It hadn’t occurred to me to jump over the railing to the platform that time.

I fire the pulse gun once again in his direction and the recoil sends me hard against a wall that had been six feet behind me.

two and a half seconds I think woozily as I struggle to my feet.

 

Fox lays of the floor. She can't seem to hear anything and time is going in slow motion. All she feels is the thud of the technomancer's body as it falls over dead. Her world fades to black. The other technomancers got distracted watching Fox fight their leader. In all the comotion, Dr. Egad's sex doll gaurds, launch a counter attack against the gang. Egad himself fights off the gang members inside of his home, using the spare augments laying around. Before long the battle is over. A few of the dolls will need repairs, but they managed to get the gang to retreat. The dolls motion for the other freebooters to come inside, while two of them go to fetch Fox. In a couple of minutes they return with Fox's limp body. They remove her armor and her shirt and then lay her down on an operating table. The moves a moniter over her obvously messed up chest and turns it on. I gives him a view of what is happening under her skin.

He sees that the shattered pieces of her ribcage, slowly move back towards where they should be. "Interesting. She's infused with medical nanites. That's new. Well, for now I'll just let her sleep it off, I guess." He walks over to the other freebooters. "Good morning my honored guests. Or perhaps good evening. Its hard to tell anymore here in the slums. Fox should be alright, given about half a day or so of resting. I'll give her, her new hand and foot when she awakens. So what can a humble genius such as myself do for you fine people? Perhaps one of you would like to try out my latest alt? A face that inflates to shock enemies. You'll be the only one with it in the city. I'm sure it'll get you plenty of dates."

 

The shot from the pulse rifle slams hard into Vornn’s chest with a loud thud. Vornn stumbles back falling into a glass plate smashing through and landing hard on his back spread eagled his sword slides across the platform. He slowly raises his head looking to see his cobra hilted sword laid alone. He feels a stab of pain in his chest and the blood from the shot gun impact soon clots preventing more bleeding. Vornn stands almost instantly. He reaches for his sword, taking the hilt in a firm grip and looks across at the fleeing Tolva. Angered by his inability to see the shot coming his eyes glow brightly scaring anyone near him who instantly moves out his way and begin cowering from the fight. He slowly walks towards Tolva quickly picking up speed. His eyes remain glowing and firmly fixed upon her.

 

My head is ringing from the contact with the wall and I’m trying to move fast. When I see Nasty Yellow Eyes get back up I know that this is not a good thing. Several people have begun screaming idiotically.

My back is against the wall, literally. Other than that my options are back up the stairs to my left, on the monorail tracks to the right, or straight through Vornn in front. I hate all of these options. It would be handy if I could fly but I guess that’s not happening today.

Telling myself that a train will surely NOT come I take the jump to the tracks, down a few feet from the platform, making sure not to touch the tracks which does nothing for a speedy getaway, and I hear it coming.

A train approaching from behind me for the platform.

Running as quickly as I can I have run a little past Vornn and I’m forced to vault back up onto the platform as the train hisses by inches from my hurtling form. The blast of air from it helps me to jump almost to the middle of the platform.

My options still suck. And then I have none as Vornn rushes me.

I manage to evade the sword thrust and hurl myself desperately at his body mass, grabbing desperately from my pocket, and screaming like a banshee as I nail him with my pair of pliers, feeling them rip into skin and muscle.

 

Vornn glares up and see’s Tolva coming down on him. He side steps letting her land at his side. He grabs her neck and head butts her across the forehead. Releasing her from his grip he lets her flop to the floor. Raising his sword he’s a second from slicing her into two. And suddenly from behind he feels a shot hit him. He stumbles forwards again another shot slams into his back. Again he stumbles forward. Angered by this he turns to see Dekker the metal cranium reflecting the sun from above dazes his yellow eyes momentarily enough for Tolva to move away from him.

Another shot his Vornn this time in the shoulder. Angered by this he un-holsters one of his golden pistols aims and blows Dekkers head clean off from the jaw upwards leaving a bloodied mess of skull metallic’s brain tissue and artificial tissue.

Vornn then turns back to Tolva but yet more gun shots penetrate his person. He stumbles back from the impact. Three armoured soldiers approach armed with the latest in pulse rifle’s. Bullets spraying on the deck the three soldiers move forwards gunning down Vornn. Still holding his gun he falls off the platform firing off two ****s. Both bullets kill the first of the three soldiers. The other two jump down after Vornn. Still holding his sword he lunges forwards blood gushing from his chest as he does he slams the sword into the neck of the closest. Swiping to the left the mans head fell a spray of blood spurted into Vornn’s face. The last soldier reloaded and fired on full auto. Vornn winched from the pain. And shot the man through the visor. Using his bloodied hand he climbed back onto the platform and headed towards the still crawling Tolva. She looked up and fired her Pulse shot gun into his leg. Vornn landed slap bang onto his chest. Pain flowing through his veins as though it where fire and yet he still crawls towards her. Leaving a trail of blood. Within seconds the blood clots preventing more from leaking.

Vornn lifts himself up using his sword to help him do so he rises to his feet. And for a fleeting moment he and Tolva look into each others eyes. And there she sees something that scares the hell out of her and yet a commune look tell each other of respect. Both share a fleeting moment of respect and Vornn shoots. She rolls and he shoots again. This time the shot slams into her side and just as a passing train comes back she falls onto the tracks. Blood spurts across the platform. Vornn drops to his knees. His head bowed. A moment passes and he slowly staggers away pain reeling through his body feeling every pain pumping in agony to keep him alive. And like the darkness he vanishes into the shadows.

Tolva rolls onto the other track just missing the train by a mere nano second. He sighs a sign of relief and passes out.
A flyer from above hovers low and Gleeson jumps out picking Tolva up with Both arms he puts her on the back seat and clambers back up and takes the wheel his destination heading straight for AG-Systems in the high rise Ferrabee District. There he knows Henry Collins will put her back together.

“You’re safe now.” He says as he notices her open her eyes through his reflector.

 

Against the desires of the Singsong psychopath in my skull I leave the non-issue weapons in the Enforcer car.

The two young solders at the main entrance give me a polite nod as they exchange glances while I sway my hips and hold that stern look on my face.

When I finally make it to the door they are grinning ear to eat.

I tell them in a husky moaning voice that I am looking for a Major Johnson.

I have no idea why men like it when women moan, but they do, so I am moaning out the words. The psychopath in me wants to cut them into little pieces parts. I tell her that she will get her chance. She quiets downs.

I endure about five minutes of teenage age giggles and snorts before I give them a big knowing smile and explain that someone must me playing a joke on me.

I tell my self I am saving lives. I now am wondering how that is supposed to make me feel better.

One of them tells me that he has a Major Johnson and I ask to see it so I can make sure I have the right one.

He has his pants down half way while the other one is giggling uncontrollably teen, at least until my Stunning-Baton lands across the backs of his neck, then he bounces around for a few seconds and falls to the ground unmoving. The other one pulls up his pants and I plant my woman's size 8 steel toe service issue enforcer boot into his groin then lay the club across the back of his head.

See we don't have to kill everybody

The singsong Sociopath seems to agree quietly but the mission still must go on.

I spot at least ten more people wearing orange and red camo, why anyone puts Military in orange and red camo I will never understand. But then again I really do not care.

I head back to the cruiser and pull out the Midi gun and assault rifle. The heck with humiliating myself for their sake. Lets do this.

I hear the Singsong voice come to life and begin to execute combat initiatives. I am not even going to argue with it.

Just remember you tramp,if you destroy my body I am going to be seriously upset at you!

The first guard runs up to me and I watch the sound waves rip him apart as well as the three guys standing behind him and blast a hole into the concrete wall. I LOVE THIS GUN !

I look down to see that my feet ripped about two meters of floor up from the kick back and my body feels like I just got hit by a truck. Humm the recharge timer clicks on, I have 89 seconds left till it works again.

Flipping the assault rifle to my left hand I empty several rounds into the guards that are trying to react to the devastation. Trying being the give away word.

 

This run of bad luck is just too much for me. Every single time I've run across her, or seen her, something bad has happened, and I have no desire to die today. I pull my jacket open and examine the wound in my chest. It was deep, but the medical nanites did a good job... it's finally all closed up, and barely hurts at all anymore. I take a few deep breaths and roll my shoulders experimentally... range of motion nearly normal, good... I'm gonna need it. Dr. Sex-crazed-lunatic is busy regaling the poor kid about all the really cool alts he's going to give him. I glance around quietly... no one is looking my way. I slip out the door quietly, and I'm gone.

I jog over to a nearby parking area...I *really* need to get out of these slums, but I sure as h*** don't want to climb it again. Maybe I'm being too nice, but I leave the other car for them, when they're done with the doc. Then again, its the same car I boosted before... the owner HAS to be looking for it by now? Right? Ehh, not my concern. I manage to find a nondescript hover that requires very minor tinkering, and I'm headed up again.

 

I have looked into Satan’s yellow eyes and I’m pretty sure I’m dead. I shouldn’t hurt when I’m dead but I do, an engulfing pain. Angels look strange here or are they demons with red visors who carry me away?

One of the visors angles down to my face and I know it is looking at me.

“You’re safe now.”

I wonder if that is true and then realize that I don’t ca-

blackness.

 

Ok... you win.. there is just something really inspiring about dual wielding massive guns and shooting up an Armory.

I swear the Singsong voice seemed happy at my confession. The Attention Rake.

Then I see them taking kneeling positions, and open fire, 7 seconds before the midi gun is going to work and I only have about half of them dead. Or I think that half of them are dead, for all I know I might a legion waiting for me.

That singsong voice almost laughs now as it looks down at the Enforcer Slate that tells that the Military is mostly occupied by Gang activity in the sums, it seems Technomancers are on the move a parameter needs to be set up to prevent them from causing too much damage to the civilians.

It would figure this would turn out to be my lucky day

The Singsong Psychopath informs that luck had nothing to do with, it was a well planned coincidence.

Next think I know a pules shot removes the left side of my jaw and plasma shot puts a hole though my left eye, and though my skull as well.

Lets see you get that one fixed you female dog!

Most of the other rounds end up in the vest, which is good, they are shooting the way they were told to shoot.

Sadly they are dieing the way they were told to die as well.

It takes me all of four minuets and thirty six seconds to reach my objective and only cost me half my right thigh, most the the left part of my skull and I think one of those rotten ants blew off a few of my fingers.

It is moments like this that I am so glad I don't feel pain. Well I felt the fingers, seems my fingers are the only part that has higher sensory perception then contact awareness.

There it is however, the Objective. what a logvely thing. Yah if you want to call a radioactive cylinder 'lovely' I guess it is lovely.

The singsong voice seems act offended. Just what I need, a psychopathic second mind that is becoming aware. Like one mental loose nut in this processing system is not enough.

The voice goes on to explain that this is an Atomic Ion Matter Transmutation Device, still affectionately called a Nuclear Warhead by the uniformed masses. Even if the old style of warhead had become far outdated.

I ask her if she will at least buy me dinner before it blows me into a different realm of reality.

I am not sure what is scaring me more, the fact that I just gave this kill-bot a gender or the fact that I am about to become one with the universe.

 

Jimmy has already forgotten about the attack. This place is filled with some really cool stuff, the dolls not being the least of it. He should remember this place.

"So doctor, what kind of stuff do you have for me? I'm pretty sure my needs are obvious."

 

Dr. Egads says "I have everything you could imagine. And if I don't, I'll make whatever you imagine." He motions to a couple of the dolls and says "Would you two start repairing Fox's tail while she's still knocked out." They nod. He turns back to Jimmy, "Just look around through the piles of alts through my humble home, and see if anything interests you. If there is something very specefic you want, just ask."

 

"First off, I want my right leg repaired so that it's at least as good as it was. It was hollow, and there's a system of tubing and pumps connecting it with my mouth, plus a hatch in the back of the leg in case I need to put anything big in it.

I'll bet you didn't think this, but I'm a bit of a history buff. I once watched this ancient film called Final Fantasy: Advent Children. You wouldn't believe the trouble I went through to find a working copy, and a machine that could read it. Anyways, there was this guy on the movie who had an artificial arm that had a machine gun built into it. Can you do that, except with lasers or plasma or something like that?"

Jimmy had to stop and think for a moment. He wasn't sure what to do about his left leg and his right hand, but there was something else he did want.

"Can you make me fly, or at least give me something that will let me glide?"

 

The singsong voice lets me know that there is One last thing to do.

I heft the Midi gun and make a straight exit out of the Armory. I am going to miss this baby, I muse as I drop it on the ground with it's overheat set. That is going to make a mess.

As I exit the building dripping green fluid all over the newly destroyed floor. I look like someone took a mannequin, set it on fire then gave it to a teething rottie/mastiff cross as a chew toy. I can't say I feel better then that description either.

The canister tucked under my arm I hop into one of the Hover-Vees and start to head off towards downtown, the 77th district is waiting it's new package. Lack of depth perception is a beast. Even the psycho is having a difficult time with it. Good!

The shock blast from the Midi gun self destructing almost forces my craft into the wall of a building. That should get some attention away from where I am going.

Asides from a new endless stream of emergency crafts flying above to the newly destroyed armory the trip turned out to be quite uneventful.

My mind feels like some kind of dark cloud is covering it, blocking about my ability to think or care anymore. I wonder... I wonder what it is... but I can't sort it out.

Internal damage sensors are flying into the red lines. I am loosing heavy amounts of lubricants which are affecting my bodies ability to move, the support structure in my right leg is highly compromised. Beyond superficial damage to my locomotive housing, my processing system seems to be running on line and in unaffected condition, power source is secure and I should be doing fine.

But I feel like my thoughts are sluggish.

I can only imagine that this what humans might call drunk.

It seems Little-Miss-Kill-Bot does not seem to be suffering the same effects. Why does that always seem to the be the case with life. She reminds that we are not in fact alive. But a bolt in you ill begotten offspring!

That singsong sociopath tells me that we were never begotten.

I tell her that she can shove a hard long phallic item into that hole in her programming. Well that is what I try to tell her, I end up telling her to sit on something hard until it causes mental injury.

We stop the craft and she uses an Pulse concussion cannon to make a hole in the platform to plant the 'Splatter us into nothingness' device.

Then she sets a denotation sequence, if it is a timer or some remote trigger or what I can not tell, just something got set and now it is beeping.

Next thing I am realizing is that we are in some other hover car, looks like a heavy transport.

Blurry edges begin to encroach upon my sight, something is seriosuly wrong with me and I have no idea what. I wish Tolva or Kiara was here, I am scared and want them to hold my hand and tell me everything is going to be alright.

 

I dream in cyberspace. Ones and zeroes rush by me and seem to shove and buffet me as they stream by. I don’t think I hacked, I remember a red-visored angel/devil who was taking me away…

…I see the red visor turned toward me in one instant and away another, fading to the ones and zeroes again and back. I'm babbling incoherently about where is Kiara, she’s only a teenager and can’t handle Ghost on her own, he’ll be in trouble, he has bits missing in his head…

The smell of blood is overpowering.

Am I explaining to a dream? I vaguely hear shusshing noises as the ones and zeroes stream by me again.

Now I’m rushing toward a black wall. It gleams like polished obsidian and inside I can see circuits and tubes, it looks like modern art.

Then I bash against the black wall and remember nothing more for a long while.

((I have no idea but I think Tolva is just delirious, probably worrying about Ghost and Kiara out loud. I’ll know when Raven posts further whether there is anything more to this.))

 

I have no idea where I'm going. It's the first time in a long time I've actually been alone. I've been hanging around with Tolva for nearly as long as I can remember. I feel kinda lost. I remember Gleeson saying something about New Tokyo...That's as good a place to go as any... and alone I shouldn't attract quite as much attention. I suck up my fears and keep heading upwards.