A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 6: Revelations
『Felix Karl Grimm』
Urghhh...
Overconfidence is poison.
That is what my sore ribs told me.
I was completely exhausted, but I was also so... alive since I first came here. Probably from the money I earned.
Definitely because of the money I earned.
I had done 3 gigs in one day, the first one I did where I killed the squatters, then I killed a duo of Tyger claws which was pretty easy as I jumped out from behind cover when they went into an alleyway and let Shigure spray them like a hose of lead. But the third one is where it got tricky.
It was a job of getting some debt for a guy, the man who I was supposed to fetch debt from a middle aged balding man who looked rather gruff and ran a small shop. But when I got there things went awry…
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"Oh, you are who he sent to settle his debt? Ok, ok, I only got cash on me, just wait a moment."
The man reached under the counter to retrieve a stack of bills, or that's what I thought.
Click.
Bang!
"FUCK YOU, YOU AREN'T TAKING MY MONEY!!!!"
Instead of a wad of cash, I receive a shotgun slug to the chest from the Igla he pulled out from under the counter and aimed dead center before pulling the trigger. The only reason I survived was because of the armored vest absorbing the hit, altough if I did not have the vest I probably would have seen it coming.
Anyways, what followed was the worst pain I ever experienced as the hit completely shattered my ribcage and sent me flying. I had to use precognition to dodge the second pull of the trigger by rolling away and snapping myself out of shock.
"Cough! You fuck-!"
*Bang. Bang. Bang.*
I pulled out my unity and shot his arm, making him drop the weapon with a pained scream. I got up to my feet and went up to the counter before punching him in the face as hard as I physically could which was pretty damn hard, sending a few teeth flying and laying him across the ground.
"Grah..."
I lifted my gas mask and took a hit of my MaxDoc, feeling my broken ribs start moving back onto place I looked at the man down on the ground reaching for his shotgun.
Crack!
"Argh! F-fucking merc pig!"
Lifting my foot I brought it down on his hand hard enough to feel the bones crunch. I was pissed, incredibly pissed. Pissed at this fucker for pulling a shotgun on me and pissed at myself for not assuming the worst in this shithole of a city.
"Fucking bastard, did no one teach you not to shoot the messenger? Give me the money."
"Fuck you- fraaaah!!!!"
Bang.
I shot him in the shoulder.
"You already got rid of most of my patience pal, there ain't much left. Give me the money or not even a ripper will be able to fix what I'll do to you."
Bang.
"Aaaahahhahhh! Fine! Fuck! Fine! Take your money! Take it!"
I saw the notification on my agent saying the funds were transferred, but I put pressure on the gun wound with my boot.
"What about *my* debt, huh? You owe me for shooting me buddy. MaxDocs aren't free, neither is that vest you just ruined."
"I already paid you fucking merc pi-" *Bang. Bang.* "-AAAAaaaah!!!!"
Unloading two more bullets to his other arm I lifted my leg up and brought it down on his back again, getting a pained incoherent grunt.
"Come on pal, I'm being reasonable here. You tried to kill me, yet I'm only asking for the price of my MaxDoc and vest. Is your money worth your life? If you don't make the decision soon, I'll make it for you. I'll just kill you and get my payment by ransacking your store. Your choice."
The sound of me cocking my gun sounded out, of course I wasn't going to kill him regardless as my mission did not specify it, but I was going to mangle his limbs to make sure he got back at me.
"F-f-fine, you f-fucking psycho, just take it!"
I saw the virtual wallet on my agent tick up again and nodded, satisfied despite the pain in my ribs.
"Your donations are much appreciated. Next time, don't pull a shotgun on a messenger, most people wouldn't be as nice as me."
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Indeed, most people would have shot him dead. I only took out of my pent up retail store worker rage out on the man instead. I explained the circumstances to Regina who said she would shake up more money from the client who framed the job as a delivery and did not mention that the target was hostile.
Overall, I made around... 3200~ Eurodollars today, a very hefty sum, a decent chunk of it made by pawning off the weapons I liberated. And I was going to put around 2000 of that into a Malorian Overture. I'd need that kind of firepower to wrestle against more armored opponents like Maelstrom. And replace my vest.
Strangely though, I got no feat for the last two gigs. Which meant I probably did not get one for every gig but only notable ones which kinda stinks but so does this city so whatever. Better to be grateful for what you do get than annoyed for what you don't.
I rubbed my sore ribs with a frown, a MaxDoc could only do so much to heal me. I was lucky it managed to heal my fractured ribs, I bought a high quality brand, so that was probably why.
Already I had placed my order with Wilson, all that remained was to go to sleep and hope the soreness fades away by day.
I laid my head on the not very comfortable bed and used the agent to turn off the lights. My next priority after getting bigger guns was to buy an apartment, probably the Glenn if it's still on sale, or at least a better joint than this place.
My eyes shut and my consciousness wandered.
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『Felix Karl Grimm』
"Welcome back Mr. Felix."
My eyes fluttered open to see the sight of the Dealer looking me right in the eyes, making me recoil and reach for a gun that was not there, much to her amusement. That response was drilled into me by the shard, there was even a whole practice segment for it.
"Pretty good reflexes Mr. Felix. You have been doings the rounds down in Night City, huh? A stable but strong start. And not to mentioned you claimed your first blood so quickly. I must say my expectations have been somewhat exceeded. Congratulations."
I looked around in a shock, how did I end up back here? Seeing my confusion, Dealer raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps you forgot, Mr. Grimm? I did say you could come back here anytime you desired when sleeping. But I guess that is to be expected with how hectic your life has been."
That got a nod out of me, I really had forgotten, well, I would have remembered eventually, my thoughts were just more occupied with making money, getting digitally slaughtered by the Militech Shard and my near future.
Hey, did you know the Militech Shard was oddly good at simulating the sensation of pain? I didn't, I do now. I got so good because that shit fucking hurt and I wanted to stop getting hurt which was a great motivator.
"Wait, how did I come here though? And not like two weeks before?"
She hummed and grabbed a glass from below the table before filling it up with some form of alcohol and passing it over to me.
"Who knows? To come here, you simply need to will yourself to come here, think about when sleeping and you'll be here. While you are here, do you need any questions answered?" Since I'm here, I might as well ask some questions to the tall scarousing lady.
"So... Are traits like Lese Majeste just mind control or what?"
The dealer shook her head, her expression changing ever so slightly to hint at her feelings.
"No, that would be rather distasteful, what would be the point of the Chaos Gacha if everyone you encounter would be strung up and controlled by strings? Beauty of life comes from freedom, now, if someone chose to subjugate another's will through their own efforts that is fine, but the Gacha doing it for you is simply a boring concept."
Good to know, I wouldn't be opposed to it if it did because it served to benefit me, but I would find it very distasteful as she said.
"Then how does it work?"
She put down the glass she was cleaning and looked me in the eyes with a knowing smile.
"Tell me Mr. Grimm. Do you believe in fate?"
I pursed my lips.
"If you asked me a month ago I would have said no. If you asked right after I first met you I would have said maybe. Now that you outright mention it, definitely."
She laughed lightly before going on to explain.
"A right answer as any I suppose, being open minded will serve you well. Yes, fate does exist, it operates differently depending on the laws of the universe you are in, but in base reality, it's less like a predetermined path and more like... magnetic fields or gravity."
She somehow willed into existence hundreds of floating balls into my view to make her point. Pointing towards one of them slowly going forward.
"Let me illustrate, that ball is you and your fate. And those other balls are possibilities and outcomes of the world. See how all of them have different shades? As you move forward you will stumble onto more and more of these dots, some of these dots may move towards you more and some may do so less. But say you have a trait like Lese Majeste."
She snapped her fingers and although it was not too easy to notice, some of the dots started moving towards my dot at a faster pace, as if caught up by the gravity of my own dot.
"And now, influential people are more predisposed to take a liking to you and such, because, thanks to Lese Majeste, your fate changed, fates attract certain outcomes like magnets, a Fate of Tragedy, a Fate of Excellence, a Fate of Wealth, a Fate of Stardom etc. No fate guarantees an outcome, but makes your continued existence and the existence that fit that criteria more likely to head in that direction. Like magnets linking with each other."
I looked up with wonder.
"That was rather enlightening, I didn't expect to learn how the universe works from that simple question."
She snickered, finding my words funny for some reason.
" 'Protagonists' work the same you know? They like the chosen stars of worlds, with a unique gravity to them that draws all sorts of things to them. Of course, fates are not absolute, nowhere near close, you yourself should know from the world you are in. The David boy, and that V character, both have the Fate of a protagonist, but both can fail spectacularly."
I nodded, her talk about fates made the world suddenly feel *more* it was a hard prospect to describe. It was a pretty interesting thing to learn about. But there was one glaring question in my mind.
"So... what is my main mission anyway? I haven't seen anything about it."
"I'm glad you asked, that was for a reason, my Patron held off on giving you your mission until they saw more of your disposition. It could have been one of taking over the gang scene in Night City, Assassinating Kurt Hansen, starting your own corp-" Ew.
She snapped her fingers and pointed to me as if making her point.
"Exactlty! A quest would not be very entertaining if it were something you were completely opposed to doing it, and dragged your feet through it. With that being said, a mission should strike a balance between the two extremes, so here is your mission."
[Mission: TitanFell]
Description: You can only shit on a world so much before something shits on you back. Hit the titans controlling the world where it really hurts.
Goals:
Destroy Arasaka Tower
or
-Destroy Militech Offices
or
-Cause over 1,000,000,000 Eurodollars in damages to the Megacorps
...Wow that is hard. What the hell?
The Dealer knew the look on my face without even a single shred of doubt.
"You didn't expect it to be very easy did you? Now then, good luck Mr. Gambler."
Shit, looks like I've got my work cut out for me.
A/N: Overconfidence is an insidious and slow killer for sure. Although he is good at this, Felix is still inexperienced. Cyberpunk is one hell of a world to start with but the constant conflict of it sure to prepare you for basically any other world that is not actively shitting itself.
Some lore drop time, been a while since we visited the dealer and funnily, this is basically as close as you can get to a Chaos Gacha "canon". I wanted to clarify how traits and such worked with a chapter and to teach Felix it too, what did you guys think?
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 7: Monster Hunt
『Felix Karl Grimm』
After my meeting with the Dealer several days ago, I had been very busy. Doing gigs day after day, most of them boiled down to "Go there, kill that guy." "Go here and shake this guy down." or "Protect this guy." nothing standout.
Although minor gigs did not get me feats, they did give me experience, practice and money. My use of Precognition had gotten substantially better; I could better handle its usage and even learned to use it somewhat out of reflex. I also upgraded my arsenal; it still looked roughly the same, but the materials were now of higher quality
And not only that, but my weapons had really gone up in quality for sure.
1x Malorian Overture - My go-to weapon, it cost a pretty penny, but it was worth every single Eurodollar. If it doesn't kill whatever I shot at, it will at least take off the limb it hit. Even overly modified Maelstrom cultists rarely survived a shot. But neither does my wrist.
I broke my wrist so, so many times in such little time. But that's the price you pay with a gun that puts pot-sized holes in people. Even my slightly abnormal strength could barely handle the recoil with both hands. Maybe I should look into buying some safe steroids. There is no way this world hasn't made performance enhancers for corporations that don't make you look like an Animal. And by that I mean the gang, not the creatures.
2x M221 Saratoga - When I stop giving a fuck I pull out this bad boy that I traded in my Shigure for. A compact, lightweight yet powerful SMG that I could carry around with little problem. I typically jumped from behind cover and stuffed people with lead. Normally, that leads to you missing almost all shots, but not when you can see the inside of the room by peeking a few moments into the future when you already jumped in.
1x Nue - Remember that line about switching to your secondary being faster than reloading? I do. That's why I have Nue in my belt for when I run out of ammo on Overture and don't have the luxury of reloading. It doesn't have the style of Overture, but it gets the job done against most enemies.
1x D5 Copperhead - What can I say? It's the AK-47 of this world, reliable and shoots hard. I bring this with me on occasion when I know the mission is gonna require more than usual amounts of killing. Otherwise, it stays at home.
Funnily enough, the only two I paid for were the Overture and Saratoga. All others I nicked off of corpses, hell, that was half my income, I picked off their guns and carried them in a travel bag. I had a pretty good savings of 12,000~ Eurodollars thanks to the sheer number of gigs I did in such a short span of time. And because Regina appreciated how thorough I was with my job, and threw in some bonuses.
Currently, I was smoking while staring out into the city from my room. Was it bad for my health to smoke?
Not really, I probably have a higher chance of getting cancer by taking a deep breath outside than smoking a cigarette. And they already solved cancer here like 70 years ago. And even if not, I had powers to warp reality. If I couldn't roll something that can solve a mundane disease by the time cancer really becomes a problem for me, I might as well just succumb to it.
"Sigh... I should call Regina."
Most of my day, I just did jobs and worked out. There were no hobbies to be had in Night City, at least for me, and I did not want to lose my virginity to some random. The shows were campy or gross, all proper anime were lost because of that worthless fucker Rache Bartmoss ruining the internet, and I didn't have any friends either. I needed to get stronger to cause some real damage to a Megacorp.
Technically, once I got some proper shit, I could just go into Arasaka Tower and start shooting shit up. The biggest need I had was for durability; I am nowhere near bulletproof.
I rang Regina, hoping for a good gig to get, the agent automatically obscuring my face as the call was picked up.
"Hey, Regina, got another gig for me?"
Her brows furrowed in equal parts disbelief and something I couldn't decipher.
"Christ Grimm, do you ever rest or sleep? You are taking so many gigs you're gonna put my other mercs out of house and home. Ever thought about going to other fixers? I'm happy to have a reliable merc like you, but there is a balance to be maintained."
Bummer.
"Oh well, can you put in a good word for me to the other fixers? I still need a job."
She facepalmed.
"I don't think I'll need to Grimm, you already have a bit of a reputation as that maniac who takes job after job and leaves a trail of corpses in his wake without a moment of rest. But sure, I will, though, before that I do have a job for me. Quite a high risk one, you interested?"
"Sure, money is money."
"Good to hear, your target is one Jotaro Shobo." Oh, I know this one! "Dude is one sick monster, and that's by Night City standards. Deals in filming XBDs and human trafficking, the worst kinds. Some Mox netrunners found him in the Ho-oh Club, but due to being high up, he has heavy security. They want the walls painted with him, but they would be willing to pay extra if he is brought to them fresh."
I nodded and immediately got to work putting on my gear. Shobo was a big fish; he would almost certainly give me a feat.
"Got it, I'll go right now."
Regina smiled affirmatively.
"Good, I know I can trust you, Grimm. I'll send you the deets. Avoid harming civvies, but you already know that. If you capture him fresh, send me a holler. Mox has a car waiting eagerly for their pound of flesh."
With that, Regina closed the call and sent me a message that I looked over while fully equipping my gear. Tucking my SMG under my trench coat, Nue in my left holster, while Overture in the other. I'd need something to take down Shobo without killing him...
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"They better pay out for this..."
I fiddled with the Neurotoxin knife in my hands that I just bought for a pretty penny from a shady dealer. A good poke with this and Shobo would go down like a sack of flour and be out for hours. I made sure to buy and fill it with a good canister and a paralytic agent. I was about 20 meters away from the Ho-Oh club at the moment. Kitted in full gear, my approach was obvious.
Go in, start killing.
What? I'm not built for stealth, I can't sneak around in my bulky gear, so I was going to take the direct approach. I was no ninja anyway, so this was really my only approach. I checked with Regina, and there really wasn't anywhere Shobo could escape to from where he usually is. It would be heavily guarded, and it would be a challenge.
...But I'll take the gamble, if I'm afraid of some gangs while having superpowers, I'll never bring down Arasaka Tower.
I started walking towards the entrance of the club, the bodyguard at the side giving me a weary glance, stepping forward to stop me.
"Oi, buddy, what are you doing with all that gear? This is a club, not a warzone."
My head turned to him, his hand hovered dangerously close to his gun while I read him Precognition.
"Ah, sorry, I just came back from a job and was looking for a drink-"
"Urkh! Uhgh..."
Before he could react, one of my hands reached and grabbed his wrist before the other snaked around my belt and stabbed the Neurotoxin Knife into his gut, drawing a pained, breathless gasp from him before he dropped. I quickly changed the charge inside the Knife before stepping in. Nobody noticed the man I stabbed due to the opaque walls.
"おい,お前は誰だ?そんな格好で?"
The man behind the bar shouted at me in Japanese, making me lament the fact that I did not have the translation implants for a single second before I drew my Nue. The man was dressed in Tyger colours, and I remember him having an enemy mark in-game I'd eat my shoe if he was not a Tyger Claw. He was about to dodge, but I aimed towards where he would go through Precognition.
Bang!
"この野郎!"
Screams rang out around the club casino mix, the customers dropping down to the ground on instinct while the Tyger Claws went to draw their weapons, making my job of distinguishing them easier. I took off into a sprint behind cover while landing a shot right into the lung of a man with an SMG, dropping him. Several shots rang out, all but 2 missed their marks, one catching my sleeve while one hit my thighs, not breaking through the ballistic weave.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Screams and gunshots weaved a symphony of carnage in the club, the poor people inside tried to rush out while I picked off Tygers one by one, quite hard to fight someone when they know exactly when to peek out of cover and know where to shoot. Using Precognition whith so many people around felt rather disorientating, but I took my time and proceeded carefully, and with two magazines of Nue, I had killed the 6 people on the lower floor. 2 people had heard the noise and came to join the slaughter, which I obliged. I had only gotten shot thrice, once more on my side, but the vest stopped it from making me bleed.
My breathing steadied, I walked forward, going up the stairs. They threw a grenade down, and it exploded. The shrapnel tore apart my head and body, killing me.
The Precognition faded.
I waited a moment for them to throw the grenade before snatching it out of the air and tossing it back up towards them, before unleashing a hail of bullets with my SMG; no longer needing to worry myself with civilians who had all fled.
The Tygers were in a panic; some random just killed their men and never stopped moving. They were gang members, not trained soldiers. Panic comes from the fear of the unknown. I knew where the bullets would fly, I knew when the bullets would hit me and where not to stand. I knew myself and my enemy, and thus I held no fear.
"F-fuck stay away!"
One of them shouted in English as he kept squeezing the trigger on his gun. His arms trembled; the bullets would never hit anything with that. The Militech training shard zapped you if you trembled like that.
I pointed Overture towards his head calmly while sidestepping his line of fire.
Bang!
Like a popped balloon, viscera and gore splashed. The only pity I felt was for the next owners of this establishment who would have to clean the gore. I kept moving, my eyes hurt from overusing Precognition, a headache was making its way to me. I had taken quite a few shots to the body, none of which pierced my armour, at least not deeply, but I would be bruised to hell and back; some of my ribs were definitely cracked. But I had finally made it to the 3rd floor.
The "Braindance Studio" that was a tarped room stained in blood with the corpse of a young woman inside killed any sympathy I had for them. I am not a moral person; I am willing to take advantage of others to benefit myself.
But this was sick.
I walked past the corpse with grave steps. The Turret they had would have probably killed me if I hadn't seen my head being taken off by Precognition the moment I stepped past the door. I just walked around it and reached the bedroom.
Knock Knock
"Delivery for one Jotaro Shobo."
I opened the door to his room and tilted my body to the side to avoid the bullets he shot the moment I opened it. He was a good shot.
"死ね,クソ野郎!"
He shouted, but I didn't give him a chance. I dashed forward while ducking to avoid his bullets before stabbing his leg with the Neurotoxin Knife, the cartridge of paralytic was injected into his leg instantly.
"信じられない..."
His body dropped unceremoniously with a face twisted in a grimace. I took a step back and let in a deep breath.
"Oh my bad, you were the delivery, not the other way around."
Now, let's give those Mox a call.
Feat Achieved! Subdue Jotaro Shobo and take down the Ho-Oh Club by yourself
+1x Advantage Gold Random Gacha ticket
A/N: If you are in Night City, you just gotta kill Jotaro Shobo, I don't make the rules. This club massacre perfectly displays what a horrifying opponent someone with perfect pre-cog is in a world where everyone is slinging guns. Did you guys like the Ho-Oh massacre?
Also, poor Grimm. He is suffering from success, normally Mercs take a job on a need to basis or as they come by, Grimm is a massive outlier who takes on jobs right after the other like a hungry wolf which paints a certain... image.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 8: Self-Control
『Felix Karl Grimm』
I saw the car pull up in front of me and all I could think was about damn time. The car itself was painted in Mox colors of pink and neon, I approached, dragging Shobo by the collar(He did not deserve to be called by the name Jotaro). Two women in rather skimpy clothing and holding weapons stepped out of the backseat, looking between the body of Shobo and me, the one that stepped forward with a mohawk did so with a wolf whistle.
"Can't believe my eyes, Ho-Oh Club is in ruins and Jotaro Shobo is being dragged like a doll. I'll pleasure myself to this sight at night for sure." Oversharing much?
"...He'll keep snoozing for a few more hours. Do whatever you want with him."
She nodded as I gave the collar of the man to her, which she immediately punched the face of with full force, smiling all the while. She turned to me but not before handing the unconscious man to her friend to pack into the trunk.
"Strong and silent type eh? That's pretty hot. Still, one merc taking down Ho-Oh club without being even out of breath?" I was out of breath as hell, I was just wearing a heavy duty gas mask so it didn't look like it. Fuck, all I wanted to do right now was to lay down. "Must be one hell of a badass. What's the name?"
"Grimm. If you need me for a job, give Regina a call and say my name."
She put a hand on my chest, which I barely felt due to the the heavy duty armor between my skin and her hand.
"Well then, Mr. Grimm, I'll be sure to do that. And for taking down that Scumbag and delivering his ass to us, you are a friend of the Mox. Feel free to drop by Lizzie's Bar anytime, and I'll give you a discount and maybe a special reward if you get lucky."
I stood silent.
"Wow, not dropping the tough guy act even here? Alright then." She slapped the top of the car. "C'mon girls, let's drive to the studio."
She shot me one more wink before driving away with her compatriots, making me let out a sigh of relief.
I did not respond to her, not because I was trying to be tough but because I had genuinely zero idea how to talk with women. Let alone a woman who was flirting with me. I felt like a fish put on spotlight at that moment. Before walking home I stashed my gear into my bag in an alleyway. I didn't have the energy to loot all those guns to be honest, I already ransacked anything valuable looking enough that I could carry with me.
Once everything was in and I took a hit of my MaxDoc to repair myself, I got onto the public transportation headed towards my home while pulling up the ticket I got from that ordeal. Advantage Random Gold. This better be good.
Roll it!
Rolling Gold Random Gacha with advantage...
[Adept Physics]
|Rare Skill|
[Your experience and knowledge in the field of Physics is on par with a Senior Scientist. You are very knowledgeable in the study of the laws of the universe, such as how things are affected by gravity, how electromagnetism works and its effects, how nuclear fission and fusion work etc.]
or
[Dexterous]
|Rare Trait|
[You are unusually dexterous, granting you impeccable hand-to-eye coordination, motor skills, and control over your body.
My choice should be painfully obvious. Dexterous basically covered my biggest weakness, that being my flesh not responding as well as it can to my Precognition. Knowing the future means little when you fumble trying to respond to it.
You may know how to shoot a gun, but your hands will tremble, you will accidentally overextend your hand, aim where you didn't want to etc. In theory, this trait should help me immensely.
The moment I confirmed the trait, I felt something inside of me change. My body suddenly felt way more response and tuned. It was like switching a mouse sensitivity to one that suited you perfectly, except on your entire body. If I were to compare the before and after, it would be like the hand to eye co-ordination of a baby versus and athlete.
This? Paired with Interfacing? My finesse was on another level. Probably beyond the level that can be achieved with training.
A grin wormed its way to my lips. Definitely worth the effort.
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Ughhh... I can't wait to leave fucking Night City behind and never have to come back to this shithole.
I wanted to know who I had to kill to be able to have a fucking clean bed and a decent smelling apartment. I crawled out of bed without any motivation, dragging myself to the bathroom and taking a shower before looking at my bank account.
24,213 Eurodollars.
A good amount of money for sure. I was saving for a car, more like THE car. My favorite car from the game but I had nowhere enough. Thankfully I did not have many avenues of leaking income so that number was going to keep rising. The Mox gig really filled my coffers up quite nicely.
But man, how many kidneys does a fella have to sell to get a Herrera Outlaw?
So, I needed more jobs. In a world with this much tech I couldn't just steal one easily. Which was more tragic than any of the events that happened in the game or the anime.
Now then, which fixer would I approach if Regina cut me off? Wakako was not someone I wanted to approach, fucking old Tyger bitch. Dino was in too good of an area for me want to intrude there, I had no business in Corpo Center yet. The doorman would probably laugh me out if I tried to enter Afterlife. Sebastian is a bit weird for me, so I'd like to avoid him.
One choice left I suppose.
I carried my outfit out in a duffel bag and changed in a public bathroom before boarding the public transport to Santo Domingo. And I gotta say, this place somehow looked worse than Watson, it was impressive really. The buildings were sparser, the air was drier, factories and megabuildings loomed over the smaller dwellings. Though it surprisingly had a lot of independent housing.
Hmm, where should I go first? Maybe I'll find a nearby gun vendor and restock on some bullets. I turned on my agents map but halfway through my walk it was interrupted by a call, curious I opened the call only to me with the face of a middle aged with the worst haircut I had ever seen on a living person. Seeing my mask he smiled.
"Seeing the whole Reaper getup I'll assume I got the right person, Grimm right? Regina was talking hot stuff about you, says you're always hungry for some 'biz. Luckily, I'm never hurting some for some 'biz. If you're looking for some honest and dishonest work in Santo Domingo, I'm your man, they call me El Capitan. Thought I'd call you first and get acquainted."
I nodded, I was surprised, but my mask masked my surprise well enough.
"Good thing you did, nice to meet you Capitan. I was going to ring you but I guess it wasn't needed. If you have some "biz" right now I'll gladly take it. Preferably ones that need a gun, I'm not good for espionage or stealth."
the man nodded.
"Good to hear, I got 'biz in the droves, if you keep up your record I'll see that both of us get filthy rich. My client got their cargo klepped by some 6th Street fuckers, and if they don't get it back by midnight their boss will turn them into seabed decoration. And I personally wouldn't mind if the 6th Street lost some members if you catch my drift, sending you the deets."
With that the call closed, and I received a message from the new number.
I opened the message and cracked my shoulders.
Time to get to work.
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"Fucking hell... damn 6th Street."
This served as a reminder that I, in fact, was not the only person in the world with an Overture. I nearly lost a hand dodging those shots. Of course, I managed to kill all them without being hit even once due to my unique advantages. The difference after getting Dexterous was insane. No more accidents, where I wanted to aim, I aimed, where I pointed the gun I held it there like a statue. If I wanted to dodge I did.
I rang Capitan with the briefcase I was sent to retrieve in hand.
"Good evening Grimm, and I see our cargo is in your hands. Sending you the location of the dropoff point, my client will definitely appreciate the fast response. You do fast work, I like it. Closing the gig and throwing in a little extra."
My eyes opened wide as 10,000 Eurodllars entered my account, even with my mask on Capitan seemed to notice my shock and smirked.
"Surprise? Out here the 'biz is dirtier, so people are willing to pay for the dirty fee. Especially when you're dealing with the Corpo kind, Regina, bless her heart, does not do well with them but biz is biz right?"
Indeed, biz was biz.
Capitan was a wise man.
"Say, got any more jobs for me while I'm still around?"
Capitan flashed a toothy smile.
"Knew we would get along well. Good, keep devouring gigs like that Grimm, and we both come out rich and happy men. "
"Yeah, let's get rich then."
I didn't know if the way I worded was a bit weird or not because at that Capitan's smile became a little crooked.
"I oughta to send the 6th Street some flowers for their funeral then. Anyway, here is the job-"
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Oof, I do feel sore. 3 gigs in one day was pretty tough, 6th Street fuckers were not easy pickings. Dudes fought without fear due to their sheer racism and patriotism. I took a few shots but that was expected, no matter how dexterous I am, I can only look so little into the future. There is a physical limit to how much I could dodge. But I knew which shots I could take and which ones I couldn't to compensate.
After getting home and huffing some MaxDoc to start healing, I just felt sore and worn. As I walked back home, I felt people's gaze on me that were almost more aware. Like they sort of recognized who they were looking at.
Was I worried about Tygers taking revenge on me? They definitely hated me enough for it. But I was probably the one person in the world who was the least concerned about that. Precognition was awesome like that.
I hummed a tune as I walked home but as I did so, my agent got pinged, making me pull it up and look it up.
My eyes widened at the notification of Suspected Organized Crime Activity going on nearby. I had installed a Police Scanner into my phone in order to make extra money on the side but due to usually using public transport or walking on main roads, I rarely ever encountered anything notable.
I read the notification further and saw that it was a report about a Maelstrom Hideout being here and then apparently kidnapping someone.
Looked at the time on my agent I nodded. Not too late, if I hurried up I could still make it to the Gym session I booked with Coach Fred.
Hmm, since I already had my gear on, might as well spill some gearhead blood.
With Overture spinning around my finger I started walking towards where the hideout was located according to the Police Scanner.
A/N: With every roll Grimm is getting closer to a monster gunslinger build, which is especially scary in Night Scary. A man who sees you move before you do, and moves like a machine despite being made of flesh. He never makes no wasted movements, he doesn't tremble, he doesn't trip, he moves closer a robot than a man, and he will know where you shoot before you do and know where your head will be before it is. That's some scary stuff.
Grimm is finally starting to enter the big leagues, mostly due to just how nonstandard he is. Dude is an actual monster. And Capitan is happy for it, Capitan is my favorite fixer by a longshot, Wakako can go to hell, actually she probably will. Now then, I wonder what Maelstrom activity is and who they could have kidnapped... eh, it's probably no one important. What did you guys think about the chapter? I'd love to know.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 9: Shot through the heart
『Rebecca』
Rebecca was currently having the worst time of her life.
It was a good day, her crew had a run a gig yesterday, her wallet was full of eddies, she was heading home after hanging out at Lizzie's bar when she was snatched up by some fucking Maelstrom gangoons.
She obviously shot at them, but the fuckers were so chromed to the gills the bullet bounced off the mans head. So she was easily captured, and she now was currently in the process of cursing out everything, every god and everyone she knew while being strapped to a table naked with a creepy twitchy doctor looming over her with his 16 glowing red optics.
"Ah, your body is so shitty. Half the scrap we have won't fit, I guess we'll have to replace some bones first."
"Mmph! Mpffff!!!"
Rebecca raged against her shackes as the man the borg picked up a syringe. Her struggle was both parts rage and fear. No one could accuse Rebecca of being a coward, but everyone also knew that being captured by Maelstrom was even with Scavs for being the worst outcomes in night city. Because Maelstrom like to install shitty faulty and painful implants on people they capture for pure shits and giggles only to let them out into the wild to suffer or end up a Cyberpsycho.
Rebecca did not want to spend the rest of her life as a cripple and use her life savings to remove the shitty chrome they install on her, that is if she even managed to survive the chop job. But she could only struggle, the synth leather restraints proved too strong for her unaugmented limbs.
"Now now, no more struggling! This thing will put you to sleep, and maybe you will even wake up afterwards!"
"Fsckckk!"
But before he could shove the syringe into her veins-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Intruder!"
"I'll tear you to fucking shreds-!"
-Bang!
"What the fuck!?"
The warbled voice of the doctor cried out in shock as his operation was interrupted by the sound of gunshots and fighting. And by the sounds of screams coming from voiceboxes instead of natural vocal cords the gearheads were losing for sure. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief, her team had come to rescue her. Unusually fast too.
Once she was let out from there restraints he would personally rip out the balls of those that captured her.
The doctor held his gun and rushed out of the operating room and moments later...
Bang!
But then something confused Rebecca. It was dead silent except the sound of sizzling bullets. No Pilar or Maine shouting for her, no messages, no nothing.
And then the door to where she was strapped down opened again and she saw who she assumed was a man step in. He was not particularly tall, but he felt like he was. Covered head to toe in armor like a Corpo deathsquad member except without any identification. Red lenses that glared and sent a shiver down her spine.
...She looked down at her body strapped to the table and resumed cursing everything in existence.
The man approached eerily, like a total cyberpsycho, not even looking in her direction as he stood near her head. His hand reaching down. She was half expecting him to kill her or to pull his Mr. Studd out but instead he grabbed the tape on her mouth and quickly ripped it off, making her wince.
"Ow! Fuck! ...Soooo, hey choom. Seems like you caught me in a rather strange place, if you could release me I'd be really grateful y'know?"
Even Rebecca, as unwilling to take shit anyone she was, was creeped out by how the man tilted his head before pulling out a fucking Neurotoxin Knife of all things. But thankfully he used it to cut her rather tight restraints instead, making her breathe a sigh of relief.
"So you gonna say anything? A name at least? Or are you mute? What made you come here?"
Rebecca tried to strike up conversation with her knight in blood soaked trenchcoat who seemed to mull over things before coming to an answer.
"Grimm, I'm a mercenary. I came here since I heard of some Maelstrom and wanted to stretch my legs. You?"
Grimm... Grimm... Rebecca felt like she heard of it before but couldn't recall it exactly. At least the Choom could actually speak which made her far less wary of him suddenly bursting into a bout of cyberpschosis. He finally sawed through the last restraint of her leg, making her stretch, but then went to cover herself. While she didn't feel bad about the choom, stretching naked in front of an armed man you just met was not a smart idea.
"Well I'm Rebecca, I'm also a Merc. Guess I'm lucky you decided to stretch your legs when you did, those Maelstrom psycho fucks got me good. Guess I owe you one don't I? You wouldn't have anything to cover myself with while I got look for my clothing would you?"
Rebecca batted her eyelashes at the man who seemed to looking anywhere but her, making her eyebrows furrow. She didn't know if he was listening to her or not but he did grab the surgical curtain and ripped it out with one pull, presenting it to her with an outstretched hand. She took the dirty curtain and wrapped it around herself with a grimace. It was better than nothing. Just barely.
Just as she was about to step forward he held out an arm to stop her.
"...Are you really sure you want to walk around a Maelstrom hideout barefoot?"
Rebecca winced, and nodded. She could probably get a more curable disease by drinking out of the toilet. She sat back down and he pointed towards the door.
"I'll try to find your clothing. Wait here."
"Thanks."
Rebecca replied curtly to the choom who saved her, although she was grateful she also did feel very frustrated because of the circumstances. Thankfully, not long after he left, he came back with her clothes and gun, giving them to her and even turning around. Which she was rather surprised by, you don't get that kind of courtesy much in Night City, especially turning your back on a stranger.
She got dressed as fast as possible and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her, taking a look to at her somewhat intently, making her smirk and nudge his side with her elbow.
"Oh? See something you like choom?"
He refrained from answering making her pout just a little before he spoke.
"You have a car nearby? Or is your house close by?"
"Why? You offerin' to escort me?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"While I'm here, I might as well."
That confirmed it, this choom was definitely not from Night City. Even if he looked like a demon he lacked the edge a local would have.
"Since you're offerin', my car should be near." She confirmed after pinging her car with her neural port. He nodded and they started walking towards the car. Usually leading someone to your car in this city, especially someone you just met was not a good idea. But Rebecca had her guns on her now and wouldn't be taken off guard so she didn't worry about that.
Those Maelstrom gonks only took her because they got the jump on her!
As they walked, her odd companion scratched the back of his head awkwardly and spoke after a bit of deliberation.
"Uhh, would you like to go somewhere later or something...?"
Rebecca blinked at the reaper-like man.
'Is he... seriously trying to flirt with me?'
The contrast between his weirdly formal way of speaking and his attire and the fact that he took down a whole Maelstrom hideout to "Stretch his legs" with how he was awkwardly trying to ask her out made him look funnily charming to Rebecca. She'd even say cute if not for the fact that he took down a fucking Maelstrom hideout without a scratch.
She could give it a shot, he did save her ass and asked for nothing in return. She heavily doubted she could find any other guy in Night City that acted like that.
Feeling the corner of her lips quirk up involuntarily, she punched him in the shoulder.
"Aaaalright then player, Lizzie's Bar, 11 PM today, because fuck I need a drink after all that shit. Think you can make it 'Mr. Grimm'?"
He nodded readily.
"Sure, I'll meet you there. See you later, Rebecca."
And promptly, they reached her car, she opened the door and hopped in before giving a salute to her savior and driving home with a sigh of relief before remembering one thing.
"...Shit, I don't even know what he looks like."
She could only hope he didn't look hideous under that mask.
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Man, Rebecca was certainly pretty.
Man, I am such a fucking virgin.
Why did god not invest any points in charisma when creating me?
Were the thoughts that dominated my mind at the moment as I splayed out over my couch and stared up at the ceiling. I admit, I may have stared at her body a bit too much when I was rescuing her but to be fair that was my first time seeing a naked pretty woman. There was plenty of... not so great nudity in Night City. I tried to get my thoughts out of the gutter with a cold shower.
I had no idea what I was doing when asking out Rebecca, but I wanted to shoot my shot anyway, I liked her from Edgerunners so I wanted to see if I could work out something with her. I was surprised she accepted my offer when I acted with all the charm of a lame plank of wood.
...There was another reason I wanted to stick with her.
Feat Achieved! Save Rebecca's life from Maelstrom
+1x Silver Familiar Gacha Ticket
Saving someone hadn't given me a ticket yet, but Rebecca had given a silver. Was it because she was an important person to the Main Character? Or was it because she was important to me? She had a more notable destiny? I don't know, but I'd like to find out.
And I was quite excited about my first familiar too. I could really use the help to be honest. Without further ado I summoned the silver ticket into my hands and tore it.
Rolling Silver Familiar Gacha...
An Uncommon Familiar!
...What the-
[Giffany]
|Uncommon Familiar|
"Just... Giffany?" A Yandere Ai girlfriend that can possess and manipulate electronics for you, it may take her some time to get through stronger firewalls though, and she is also limited by the CPU of the electronics she possesses. Beware, she may get a little possessive.
Did-
Did I just get the equivalent of a sentient Blackwall Rogue AI as a familiar?
In Cyberpunk?
I should buy a candle and light in the name of RNGesus the best god in existence right next to whoever my patron was.
A/N: We finally meet Rebecca! Grimm be reaperin', and maybe even reapering hearts? Rebecca is fun to write. She didn't get to show off her full gremlinness during this encounter because of circumstances but trust that it will show up plenty later. Grimm is finally starting to get involved with the wider world and it's going to be fun from here.
...I need you all to trust me when I say this is not rigged. The fucking Gacha is sentient. What do you mean he got *Giffany* in *Cyberpunk!?!?* I had plans y'know? I had like a whole direction I planned this thing to go on, I was banking on him rolling something like Taurus Demons not... the Anathema of Cyberpunk herself. But hey, plans are meant to change, that's why it's called the Chaos Gacha. What did you guys think about the roll? I'd love to know.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 10: Artificial Love
『Felix Karl Grimm』
Although Giffany was something I could only describe as a god tier pull, here was the problem of her being described as a yandere, but I think I read something about Familiars in the handbook the Dealer gave me, let's see...
Ah, here it is.
By default, any familiar you have is absolutely Loyal and Obedient, even if they may take a personal dislike to you they will never work against you and will absolutely obey any order you have for them regardless of their opinion. This includes trying to undermine you, perform subterfuge or otherwise harm you, their loyalty will never waver even if their enthusiasm does. Despite their loyalty they still are their own entity and can have their own opinions about you.
So it shouldn't cause any problems.
Feeling a twinge of nervousness I mentally prompted to let my newest familiar out of their spot in my familiar space, the place they went to whenever I wasn't using them, apparently.
A little zap touched my Agent and it suddenly came to life without my input, the screen opening to show a very stylized girl with pink twin tails ending in plugs wearing a sailor uniform and waving towards the screen with a bright smile on her face.
"Hello there, my new boyfriend!"
I held up the agent up with slight disbelief. A whole being manifested to just serve me, and not only that, they were a powerful sentient AI. I watched Gravity Falls of course, so I knew her whole shtick of possessing electronics.
"Hey Giffany, nice to meet you too."
Let's see how this murderous AI does against the murderous AI's of this world.
I have a feeling my mission just got a hell of a lot easier.
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Talking with a sentient AI in love with me was rather weird but considering Giffany was a familiar it was not too hard to adapt to it. Even if her constantly staring at me with stars in her eyes and emoting hearts felt a little weird. And just in case, I set boundaries first with her, like no hurting anyone out jealousy and toning down the jealousy.
"So, Giffany, what do you think about the technology of this world?"
She put a finger on her chin and manifested a throbber above her head to indicate her thinking which I found rather cute before she spoke.
"Well, it beats my worlds by miles for sure. It's both good and bad."
She manifested a blackboard as a visual to show what she was saying which I internally awed at the ease she was doing this stuff.
"It's bad because this world is pretty aware of someone like me. So they have stuff to deal with me, I could probably fry the average Netrunner easy-peasy but I'd be hard pressed to deal with stronger "ICE" and Firewalls since I'm not used to dealing with that stuff. So I'm not quite at that 'Alt' woman's level." She made her point with an 8-bit Giffany getting zapped and turned to ash by red lightning.
So no letting her instantly vaporize Arasaka and Militech, got it.
"BUT! At the same time, this world is perfect for me to get better! I can learn from the code they use, analyze it and become even better at doing Netrunning and hacking electronics. Ha, ha, ha, with enough time I could even devour the Blackwall and become Supreme AI Giffany-chan. I just need the time and resources. What do you think my Boyfriend?"
I nodded my head at her explanation.
"I'm thinking you are even more amazing than I first thought Giffany, you are amazing." Her cheeks reddened at the praise as she puffed her chest out cutely. "So, by resources I guess you mean stuff like Quickhacks, shards and such?"
She nodded excitedly, like a puppy, scratch that, she was making a puppy tail actually wag behind her.
"Pretty much! I can also scour the net and play around there, but the most efficient method would be for me get my hands on some quick hacks and infiltrating subnets. Speaking of subnets..."
A spark leaped out of my phone and into the outlet in my wall, making my Agent return to normal display. After a few seconds, the holographic screens above my bed that usually displayed adds changed to Giffany waving at me.
"Yup, the subnet of this Megabuilding really isn't all that strong! I can take control over it without much problem, I'll spend time poking here and there to see what I can do while you are on your little "Date". Geez, how rude to go in a date with a different girl when your adorable Girlfriend is right here!"
She harrumphed while I scratched my head awkwardly.
"I'll try to make it up to you later so don't get sad Giffany."
And she perked right back up.
"Alright, I'll hold you to that my Boyfriend! Now then..." She cracked her fingers with a smile. "I know you need some money, so let's see if I can make you some!"
Giffany was definitely the best supernatural yandere AI girlfriend a man could have.
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『Rebecca』
"So Becca, who you waitin' for? Got new Output?"
Rite spied from the side as they shared a smoke, Rebecca had arrived a bit earlier since she had nothing to do. She was familiar with the Mox, she had quite a few friends inside and was a regular at Lizzie's bar. She was half irritated and half impatient as she waited for the mystery man to arrive.
"Nah, nothing serious. Just some choom who asked me out is all, and I thought why not. problem is, don't even know what the man looks like. Was wearing a helmet when we decided to meet."
She chortled and nudged Rebecca on the shoulders.
"Heh, what're you planning to do if the Gonk looks like an animal behind that mask?"
Rebecca's face soured, she wouldn't consider herself vain, but looks did matter in a relationship. Well, they could still drink and have regular fun if he looked like an animal. She did kinda owe him for saving her life.
As she was about to reply a young man approached the two, grabbing both of their attention due to how contrasting he looked compared to other people. He looked quite handsome, comparatively to the average NC resident at least, with soft blonde hair and pale purple eyes, he was of average height, and wore simple clothing, black pants, a white shirt and a bomber jacket over it. And she noticed that he did not have a single bit of visible chrome, not the gleam of optics, no EMP threading, and even his port was not easy to see. She'd have thought he wasn't a Night City citizen if not for the iron handle stick out of his holster.
He walked towards them, she found it funny how his eyes tried their best to avoid looking at their scantily clad forms. Rita stepped forward with her baseball bat slung over her shoulder.
"Hey there pretty boy, what're you doing at Lizzie's Bar? Never seen your face around before."
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before turning to look at Rebecca.
"Hey Rebecca. Yeah, I'm new around here."
Rebecca furrowed her eyebrows, something felt familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Do I know you, choom?"
"Oh yeah, I was wearing a mask then. My bad, I'm Grimm, remember? Earlier in the day?"
Rebecca blinked once, twice.
"Wait, no fucking way! You're kidding me! No way you're Grimm right?
Rebecca said with a half laugh as she approached him, the height roughly matched, and the voice was similar when not obscured by the mask, but she found it both unbelievable and hilarious that that Grimm that had demolished a Maelstrom Hideout just because he felt like it looked... looked like some Arasaka Academy boy!
...That being said, he was very much her type, she much preferred this kind of youthful look on him.
"Uh, yeah, I am. Unless I'm not me of course. We agreed to meet here no?"
Rita turned to her with an eyebrow raised.
"Becca? How did you find this frest meat? Did you pick up from daycare or something?"
Rebecca huffed and threw up a middle finger towards Rita.
"Oh fuck off! He helped me with some Maelstrom earlier in the day. He's an Edgerunner like me."
Rita's eyes widened a little in recognition.
"A merc, and you call yourself Grimm?"
'Grimm' nodded.
"Yeah, some Mox girls said I'd get a discount if I visited."
Rebecca's brows scrunched while Rita barked out a laugh.
"Well I'll be dammed, you're one lucky man Becca, seems like you got yourself a good date. Don't let the girls get their claws on him or else they won't let go."
The only words that properly registered to Rebecca were the discount. She quickly made her way over to her date and hugged his arm with a coy expression.
"Oh choom, you didn't tell me you had a discount here! Maybe you'll buy this poor girl a few drinks?"
"Sure, let's go in. Drinks are on me." He said with a slight blush on his face.
Rebecca internally smirked, plan success.
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"So, Choom, what chrome are you packing?"
Rebecca asked nonchalantly as she sipped her drink, Lizzie's bar had some quality drinks, though her date(?) simply ordered juice instead, he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. She was wondering what kind of chrome he had to pack to make Maelstrom gonks look like chumps.
"I don't have any."
Rebecca did a double take.
"No fucking way, you packed up those Maelstrom chumps, and you're telling me you're full ganic? Not even a port?"
She barked a noise of disbelief while he nodded and sipped on his drink.
"Yup, I'm not from Night City, been here for barely a month. But if you know how to shoot your gun and how to not get shot, apparently you don't need much chrome."
He pulled out an agent to demonstrate his point and Rebecca leaned back in disbelief. Sure, she was not high up there in chrome, only having some Kiroshi Optics, Synthskin, Snythlungs and the basics, but she felt both awe and disbelief at the fact that the man slaughtered Maelstrom that took her down easy did not even have a single pound of chrome.
"Damn, gotta be a special kind of psycho to be an Edgerunner without any chrome choom. But that's pretty darn cool. Wanna talk about some gigs we've done? I remember this one time when I-"
She talking about one of her jobs that had gone awry where Kiwi was intercepted by another netrunner and the target they were stealing from came into the room too early, forcing her into the shootout with the gonk. Grimm was pretty good for a conversation, listened intently and let her speak before asking questions, which was basically everything her brother wasn't. So he was already pretty good in her books.
"So, how about you Grimm? Any standout stories? Or feel like spilling the secrets about how you got a discount here? I'd love to know for myself~ who knows, maybe I can get my own discount."
He took a long sip of his 5th box of Biotechnica brand banana milk, which contained neither banana nor milk before speaking.
"Sure. So I took a gig from Regina, to go into the Ho-Oh club and kill Jotaro Shobo, a Tyger Claw higher up, real scumbag-"
Rebecca slammed her hands on the table.
"Oh! That's you!? I thought Grimm sounded familiar!"
Rebecca slinked back into her seat after a stern glare from the bartender but now everything made sense. No merc living in Watson hadn't caught wind of Grimm, the new merc in town taking missions left and right, leaving a trail corpses behind wake. But what put him on the radar was going to a Tyger Claw hideout alone and slaughtering every gonk inside before retrieving Jotaro Shobo without so much as a lost limb.
She thought it was total bullshit and would have kept thinking the same if the man in front hadn't slaughtered a Maelstrom Hideout to "stretch his legs" when they first met.
"Yes, that's me, Grimm. Hello."
No wonder he got a discount at Lizzie's Bar, she was surprised she hadn't had to bat away some girl from trying to abduct him to the changing room. But y'know...
It was kinda hot.
She liked the kind of man that handle themselves, not overly bulky like Maine. And his was face pretty nice too. She found the contrast between this "Grimm Reaper Merc" and this somewhat shy boy very cute.
But she was not an easy woman, she barely knew the choom after all. Though as it stood right now.
She quite liked this little reaper.
A/N: Giffany is literally the best familiar he could have gotten from that ticket. He got a fish in a world of water. This psychopathic technopath AI waifu will prove that it's not Corporations that rule the world, but her. But she is not an instant win card, she will still have to build strength to face the big bosses. What did you think about MC rolling her? I'd love to know.
Giffany is cute, Rebecca is cute, Grimm stays winning. Now that Rebecca is here proper, Grimm will start making the big waves. Did you guys enjoy the little bar date? I wanted to show that Grimm's gigs weren't just meaningless beyond making money. Reputation is everything in Night City, and Grimm is building up a fearsome one.