Ghost in the City Cyberpunk Gamer SI

Poor Hiromi, Motoko giving her a heart attack.

Loved the temple scene, especially loved seeing Judy again.

There's an idea... Motoko Choom's Anonymous, all of those chooms of Motoko's who she regularly gives heart attacks to can meet, roll their eyes, and trade 'I was there when Motoko did...<insert absolutely insane thing here>' stories.

And Motoko, of course, would show up at a meeting and be totally clueless about what is going on, to everybody's great amusement.
 
Chapter 223 New
Judy Alvarez

“Alright time to do this.” She popped the can of Shock Volt, washed down three wake me ups, and sighed as the cool warmth of caffeine washed through her.

Her heart pounding in her chest was the best part.

Then she pulled on the wreath and started up the new BD.

Slipping into a new skin, especially from a raw Virtu was usually a bit rough, new emotions, feelings, thoughts and everything odd random twitches, the way people held themselves, it all felt so different.

But not with Motoko.

Oh it felt different, but there was none of that random irritation.

Cool surety washed through her, her arms would definitely be prickling. Judy-Motoko peaked around the edge of a container.

Scav. The target was already being attacked and he never even knew, she felt a rush when technology simply gave way to her, and a dozen golden lights shot from the man, filling her vision with every threat.

So many. Judy hesitated in shock, Motoko didn’t, washing away her surprise with cold sinister confidence.

Absolute surety of action.

Motoko sent a message informing a choom of the numbers, and then ran a chrome hand across her cheeks.

Judy was smiling.

Oh shit.

That wasn’t just eagerness but the cold delight of a murderer about to get her fix.

A new hack was sent up going by so fast Judy couldn’t even see the text scrawl across her own eyelids, but she knew it was functioning because there was no hesitation.

A moment later Motoko moved, and Judy once more learned what it felt like to not be a lazy bitch.

Leaping up onto the container and then across in a rolling move to keep her out of sight of the scav, leading to her sliding down into the container with an almost eerie lack of noise.

No scraping of chrome hands on the container, no echo when her boots hit the ground.

Silence.

It caused a shiver up Judy’s belly. As she realized what was about to happen.

A knife was pulled free from behind her back, her Kiroshi didn’t even glance at it, the cold surety that everything was exactly as planned as it plunged into flesh, and Motoko moved, hand over mouth muffling the faint gasp as the scav died.

Dragging him off the chair and hiding him didn’t even take a momentary thought, simply instinct confidence.

Then she peaked out, and something shifted.

A car, Quadra Type-66, but a Nomad style, rough and tumble… Motoko’s car? That’s right she had said someone-

Motoko moved, like some kind of beast down a fall that Judy would have refused to do without even slowing, without making a noise as she slipped into a crouch hiding herself behind the small walkway barrier and moving just as fast as Judy could standing upright.

"I said six kay, that's all I'll do."

"It's a fucking modded to fuck Quadra! She's worth more than that!"

"She's also klepped. Six Kay."

The Scavs were talking to a gonk. Street rat, the sort that klepped cars and sold them to any dealer that could get them. Judy knew the type.

Motoko apparently killed the type.

There was no hesitation. Motoko moved to follow the kid, and Judy felt a rage, but it wasn’t hot or bubbling, simply cold arithmetic.

The kid stole something important. Motoko would take something in return.

The kid died after a very short chase. Another sliced throat-

“Fuck!” Judy pulled off the wreath and slumped back, she was breathing heavily, and coated in sweat. She rose and nearly face planted. Fucking!

Fuck Motoko! Fuck that little teenager that makes Judy’s entire body feel like something disgusting and rotting.

The Virtu was intense, and already Judy knew that she’d not even touched a tenth of it. She wrapped her arms around herself and just let the shakes dissipate, even though it annoyed her how her normal flesh and blood hands felt so wrong after the surety of Motoko’s chrome arms.

“Jude?”

“Aaaeeee!” She shrieked at the sudden words and felt herself move.

Or try to.

She’d felt the instinct to move like Motoko, to shift herself and ready to attack, but she wasn’t Motoko, just Judy.

“Ow.”

“You alright?”

“I’m fine Carmen. Just fine.” She grumbled, as she pulled herself from the floor. The wreath on the floor made Judy stop and pick it up and put it back on the chair. She’d get back to that.

Later.

—--

“Seriously though, that’s crazy.” Malcolm said as I once more deflected a bullet.

“It’s… I’ll be honest, I was hoping I’d be a bit better at it.” I had a definite limit to the amount of bullets I could parry even with the Sandy.

“You seem pretty fucking good at it already, choom.” Malcolm offered but I shrugged.

Could deflecting a bullet save my life? Definitely! But could someone with a rifle, or an SMG still riddle me with bullets? Yeah that was a problem too.

Also I had some worries about certain kinds of weapons. I was fairly confident I could do it for most tech weapons, but what if they were overcharged? What if it was a sniper?

As awesome as it was, and it was.

Deflecting a bullet with a sword was the most weeb shit of all time, and I loved it, but there was still a worry about how useful it was.

At least that’s what was running through my head, before I remembered that having the ability to block a couple bullets, even if not everything was already better than 99% of people. Sure there were edgerunners that could do it, but not many, and not many would have the confidence that I did.

So, it was an additional layer of protection in some circumstances.

It was awesome, and more importantly.

I nodded and Rebecca cackled as she pulled the trigger and once more a shriek and burst of sparks later the bullet hit the wall behind me.

“Fuck yeah!” Rebecca cried out along with the gasps of delight from everyone else.

It was a great party trick.

I flourished my blade before doing a quick check over it, but it was fine. I’d angled the blade correctly to deflect the bullets and not just let them destroy the edge. Then I sheathed my sword.

“Okay I think that’s enough for now.”

“Duuuude! You have to make a BD of that.” Malcolm called out waving at me, and I grinned.

“That’d be cool.” I agreed and walked over to plop down on the van. Fujimura’s men had come and gone, and cleared out a good chunk of our stock.

We’d grabbed a lot of random stuff from the scavs, medical beds, and surgery equipment, and Fujimura had been interested, unfortunately there hadn’t been a lot of completed chrome crates. They must have already transported most of their goods.

It didn’t matter. I was just happy to make some eddies, everyone was happy and I had gotten to show off my cool new trick.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, and Hiromi just continued to kick her legs happily. She’d relaxed after I’d proven I wasn’t crazy for having my choom shoot at me.

“Well that’s most of it. There isn’t too much left, we can put it in storage and piecemeal it out, so we don’t have to push for big sales right now.” Hiromi explained looking behind us into Ichi’s truck.

Honestly I wish we could have grabbed everything, there was a lot of useful bits in that skyscraper, but Barghest had been very interested in us even after we had the guys come and check us out.

We’d had Barghest trucks pull into the skyscraper the moment we drove out.

It was rather telling that they acted pretty aggressive. I think they only let us leave because we only had so much stuff we could take. If Ichi had brought the Behemoth, we might not have been allowed to leave.

Stupid Barghest.

Stupid Scavs.

“Alice has been mentioning she wanted to set up another practice session. She’s eager to set up a gig.”

“Ugh.” Right. Alice, and the band. I huffed and kicked my legs. Stupid responsibilities. I just wanted to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted!

Malcolm tapped his fist into my shoulder. “C’mon choom don’t pout.”

“I’m just busy. I have the netrunner thing with Sasha too.”

“Oh yeah, how’s the chrome?”
“It’s alright.” I confirmed running a hand over the back of my neck and smiling at the feeling. The weird hitch in my neck was annoying, but honestly, I was fine. “No issues really. I’m probably ready to give it a real test.”

“Heh. That’ll be interesting to see. You need me?” He asked and I nodded. “If you have the time?”

“Sure choom.”

“Aww.” Hiromi whined. “I have class.”

“Aww, is Crush disappointed she won-”

“Don’t start with me Rebecca.” Hiromi hissed, and Rebecca just cackled.

I smiled just happy my chooms were getting along.

“How about we all get out of here, and sort out the loot so we can grab a meal?”

“If it’s on you. I’m in.” Rebecca offered with a teasing smile.

—--

Nox

There was something freeing about knowing without any doubt that the men trying to kill you were incapable of it. The Ghost. The Onryo was untouchable, and the havoc it was causing was insane.

Nox, had never seen anything like it. And yet, there was a cold confidence that nothing these Scavs did would be able to stop her.

He’d only seen the Onryo a few times, always out of the corner of his eye as he rushed through the shadows hunting another stupid Scav gonk.

And each time he’d wanted to still and watch.

She looked so real. The ghost of Motoko, white hair and red eyes, clinging to Scvas backs, and scratching along their face, or covering their eyes, whispering in their ear or worse.

His attention was dragged along with Motoko, who never lost sight of her goal.

She delighted in the Scavs terror, and that sweet feeling flooded through his mind, but he never let it stop him from doing what he needed.

She heard it. The elevator, and her head jerked, already registering it all. Then she moved, sliding and dashing around this construction yard unseen before leaping up and into a vent above the entrance the Scavs had been coming from, and then slipping forward.

His belly on the cool metal was stark against the sheer silence of his movement. Her movement.

Motoko never made a sound, every movement made, was done in the perfect way to hide the noise. Her chrome fingers spread out and secured her body as she shifted, never even slipped along the metal venting.

Then he could see inside, see an HMG turret, and he rode along as she hacked into it. Letting his eye fill with a new screen and he could see what the turret saw.

Terrified scavs. The cold surety that they were dead men filled him.

The elevator finished but he could only just hear it, the turret facing away before a squad of terrifying scavs stepped into site. Big.

That was his first impression, lots and lots of chrome, and massive guys. The sort that Nox would run in terror from.

Motoko though? His thoughts shifted, Old chrome, big but poor quality. Made the guy strong, but weak.

So very very weak.

He felt her slip onto her back as if this was all not worth even stressing about as her hacks started running through the squad.

“Well Where is this Runner fuck? Why isn’t he dead yet!”

“It’s like a ghost Dmitri! Nothing we do works!”

“A fucking ghost! Fuck off! Well! Runner come out so I can murder you already!”

Nox heard the cry, but Motoko just felt a sinister elation.

Oh she was coming alright.

“What do you mean I’ve been here the whole time?” The voice came out as a whisper, not even words, but Motoko lipped the words, and he heard it through her agent.

She’d… She’d hacked the scavs, and made their agents speak for her? That’s crazy!

And then all hell broke loose. Screen after screen popped across his vision as Motoko hacked, and hacked and hacked.

Nox could feel the way the system RAM of the Cyberdeck was whining, keeping up with all the uploads.

Nox rode along, shocked at what happened next. At the stream of data, that was slowed down just enough, probably thanks to Judy that he could register that Motoko was actively messing with the big Scavs Biomon. Adrenaline spike?

And the freakout that followed was intense. He ripped his own people apart, seen through Motoko’s eyes as she lay back and watched it all happen from a vent.

Then her eyes blinked, and Nox watched as an image of her, as a ghost, a Onryo a monster lured the literal Cyberpsycho away from his group he’d just massacred and then up into the elevator.

It was… Terrible, a horrible thing to do, and yet…

Fuck them. Fucking Scavs. Cathartic, that was the word Nox was thinking as Motoko’s emotions bubbled up in his chest, the delight of what had just happened. She slipped out of the large vent and then stood up tall, looking over the massacre. Two dozen at least dead bodies lay around, each of them killed by Motoko in stark relief, or from that Cyberpsycho, and then Motoko drew his attention, everything else seemed to dim as she brought up her hands.

A rectangle was built with her fingers and she looked right at her car, which was a bit blurred out, but Nox recognized it, and then the whisper of his own lips reached his ear. “Don’t steal my car.” And a sinister promise flowed through him.

She’d kill him. Him and him alone if he ever stole her car. He knew, with absolute surety, that if he was ever stupid enough to try she’d hunt him down.

He wanted to swallow, but Motoko’s body gave him no relief, instead she shifted her eyes looking up into the skyscraper, and the golden lights that still showed leading up there. Her ears caught gun fire, and then one of the lights, the Cyberpsycho went out.

Deadly intent filled him, and Nox relaxed into his body. That feeling racing through her, the way her body shifted, the surety of intent, was… Intoxicating.

He rode along as she sauntered down the path and up to the elevator and stepped inside.

His hand slipped down and ran across the hilt of a Katana. The feeling was so different from his own flesh and blood hand, but not discomfort reached him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d scrolled someone with a cyberlimb.

But this was different.

She shifted, her body altering the way she stood minutely as she prepared for what was to come.

“The perfect cut.” And Nox felt his breath catch as she realized this BD wasn’t even over!

Holy shit.

—--

“You’re up early.” I couldn’t help but admit as Alice walked into my apartment.

“Haven’t been running off to work late gigs.” She offered and then sort of hesitated. “I wouldn’t mind a few more jobs. Has the kid talked to you about doing a gig?”

“Yeah, she mentioned that you wanted to do that. Do you think we’re ready? We’ve only really played together a few times.” I asked, as I led her back to the couch where I had been camping out this morning.

I’d already put in another skill point into Quick Hacks, and was now up to Quick Hack 12. The flush of new knowledge had left me tinkering with my slotted program order, and Cyberdeck management system.

Lower tier hacks were better if I put them on the side Main RAM, while bigger hacks should be run through side systems, as they would regenerate better than the main Cyberdeck as the RAM usage would cycle.

If I pulled everything from my Ex-Disk, then I’d be pulling from the main Cyberdeck and whatever other system I drew resources from.

Basically everything ran through the Cyberdeck, but not all of my other hardware would be used up at the same rate.

I blinked it all away as Alice took a seat and she laughed a bit at my question.

“We’ve already done a live gig together, and multiple practice sessions. That’s pretty normal for a new group. We don’t need to be perfect… Well I guess I should say. It’s not unusual to not have everything perfect at the start. But we have new songs.”

“That’s not everything, playing them well is the most important.”

“Then let’s do some more practice sessions. We can do it… But we do need eddies. We’re not all rolling in cash. Jared has rent.”

“Okay. Right. You’re right.” I pushed my normal mentality to the side. I had a band, and they had needs, and… If I let my own feelings control this I would never end up back on stage again. No, we had some work to do. “Alright let’s do another practice session, and set up a gig in the next few days.”

“Perfect!” Alice cheered and her voice modulated a bit as she cried out in delight making it sort of staticy.

“Mind if I ask?”

“Hmm?”

“Your voice, the chrome and stuff?”

“Oh that.” She muttered looking away. “I can’t… I’m not really a singer naturally, so I got the chrome to try and cover for it. It worked okay. Kept Violent Hemorrhage going.”

I didn’t argue. She was wrong, but that was… Covering a weakness with chrome was pretty much a Night City thing. Fine. We’d figure something out later if we needed additional singers.

I sighed. So much for my evening. I had a meeting planned with Sasha first, and then Rockerboy stuff…

Why was I so busy?
 
I like to look for songs that I think would fit the setting when the MC is a musician and I think that I found one Johnny would appreciate. Also it was made by the greatest death metal band in the world so it has that going for it.



[verse 1]

The drones keep moving
Push rocks up the mountains
The ice will slow you
You wither and fray

Protect your lifeblood
The power feeds you
A slight sink in the structure
And it all goes away

[Chorus]

Crush the industry
No security
Capital is worthless now
Your life I inside trade

[verse 2]

Modernize, Desensitize
Re-colonize, Downsize


Watch it fall
Before your eyes
The numbers drop
Your money dies

Emptiness
Where there once was there's nothing
Borrowing from the government
There's nothing

Commodities
The dying swine
The foul Chemical waste

Harvesting
The rotting mouth
The molten gold is Poisoned Trash

[guitar solo]

[Chorus x2]

Crush the industry! [x4]
Capital is worthless now (crush the industry!)
Your life I inside trade! (Crush the industry!)
 
I like to look for songs that I think would fit the setting when the MC is a musician and I think that I found one Johnny would appreciate. Also it was made by the greatest death metal band in the world so it has that going for it.



[verse 1]

The drones keep moving
Push rocks up the mountains
The ice will slow you
You wither and fray

Protect your lifeblood
The power feeds you
A slight sink in the structure
And it all goes away

[Chorus]

Crush the industry
No security
Capital is worthless now
Your life I inside trade

[verse 2]

Modernize, Desensitize
Re-colonize, Downsize


Watch it fall
Before your eyes
The numbers drop
Your money dies

Emptiness
Where there once was there's nothing
Borrowing from the government
There's nothing

Commodities
The dying swine
The foul Chemical waste

Harvesting
The rotting mouth
The molten gold is Poisoned Trash

[guitar solo]

[Chorus x2]

Crush the industry! [x4]
Capital is worthless now (crush the industry!)
Your life I inside trade! (Crush the industry!)





This is more Johnny Silverhands style.
 
I sighed. So much for my evening. I had a meeting planned with Sasha first, and then Rockerboy stuff…

Why was I so busy?
It's because you keep picking hobbies you are scarily good at and that play into your gamer bullshit. Then you and everyone else wants you to keep doing more of that stuff.

Pick a hobby you are actually shit at Motokonoko, so one keeps bothering you to do more of that when you inevitably keep failing.
 
It's because you keep picking hobbies you are scarily good at and that play into your gamer bullshit. Then you and everyone else wants you to keep doing more of that stuff.

Pick a hobby you are actually shit at Motokonoko, so one keeps bothering you to do more of that when you inevitably keep failing.
but then the numbers won't go up. motoko brain likes numbers go up. so she does things that make numbers go up. this and it's cool make up 72% of all the reasons to do things.
 
Chapter 224 New
“Kawaii-Kitten-Koh-”

“Sasha, stop it.” I interrupted her flatly with a glare. “Seriously.”

“Ah.” She hesitated a bit and slumped pouting at me. “Fine… Motoko.”

“Thank you.” I offered back feeling a little better already. “You ready?” I asked her, and she grinned at me.

“Yes! Another trip into the No/Brainer server!” She called out and pointed at the server in question.

We both walked in, and as much as I wanted to instantly start crushing Daemons…

That wasn’t my job this time.

I started breaching the server, even as Sasha and I rushed along, the both of us breaking through the first rooms very fast, Sasha’s tendency to use massive overwhelming hacks finally made some sense.

You enter a new room, and release something large wiping out if not all the defenses, a huge majority of them, and then clear out the weakened defenses, take your time doing whatever you need, and by the time you’re done you move onto the next room and repeat.

It worked I guess…

“Ah, can we slow down a little Kitten?”

“Getting old Cat?” I asked back as I had already breached through this room's defenses, opening up the gate to the next network node, but Sasha hadn’t had time to relax yet.

“No bullying Sasha!” She demanded and I rolled my eyes, but slowed down. “Hmph! You got new hardware.”

“Yeah, a full set of stuff. Ex-Disk upgrade, RAM, Got a Camillo.”

“Ooh!”

“And ICE.”

“Hmm, you got that sneaky kitten Shadow Deck. So you’ve what? Doubled your available RAM?” She asked, noticing it instantly, as we slowly ‘walked’ to the next room.

“Just about. It’s… Noticeable.”

“Yeah Sasha bets it is! You’re crushing the Breach… It’s making Sasha annoyed. She took longer to let Kitten kill all the Daemons like she wanted, and now Sasha is looking slow.”

“Heh.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I think you’re a very strong Runner Sasha.” I offered, because frankly, those massive hacks she threw around like candy were…

Clean. The Quick Hack themselves weren’t anything to write home about, but Sasha wasn’t a programmer. She was a Netrunner. Everything she did was… Clean. Practiced, and with all the mistakes removed over years of practice.

She’d tear me apart if we fought. I might be able to escape her, but she was just that much better than me when it came to the essence of being a netrunner.

“Heehee! Sasha is happy!”

“And those feelings are gone. Stop talking about yourself in the third person, it’s creepy.”

“Bullying again!?” She whined and I knew that whatever it was that made her act this way was going to be a constant thing.

“Ready for the next room?”

“Yes!” She chirped happily and raced ahead, and by the time I entered the room the faux heat wave of her program rippling across the room washed over me. Thankfully it was entirely visual, a distortion of the server as it handled a massive load increase.

“I’ll get the bridge.” I called out wishing I could just slay Daemons cause XP, but I needed to prove to Sasha I could handle both sides of what was needed.

I rushed to the access node, the glowing bit of data was already clear of Daemons, but its defenses were active.

It instantly tried to lock down on me, but I threw its probes into my new ICE and let it get chewed up there, letting me attack without distraction as I Breached through, instantly an array of security systems rushed over my eyes, but I wasn’t bothered.

This was ancient shit.

I didn’t even need to actually crack it like Sasha had. This was a twenty year old defense program minimum, and likely older than that.

I could have simply inputted a security key from the manufacturer, and altered the IFF of the server defenses.

But that would be cheating, and wouldn’t show off what I could for Sasha. This was a test to see how well we could work together, and how well we each could handle the job.

I was the apprentice here. Even if I refused to let Sasha think of me like that… She totally already did.

But still!

So I was proving my place.

All so I could beat Kiwi in a silly game just because…

I killed the distractions in my head, and simply attacked. The security gate whined as I pinned its grasping defenses one by one before reaching the core, and flipping the switch.

The Moat bridge appeared.

“Way to goooo!” Sasha cheered, even as she continued to wipe out the slowly returning daemons.

I pulled away.

“No sweat.” I assured her, and we both raced across, I did manage to get a few Daemon kills on the way.

—--

“Hmm? Kitten isn’t done?” Sasha asked, after we left the server, having run through it without any issue.

“I’m going to run it solo, get some practice.”

“You sure? Sasha can come with?”

I was going to deny her, but… “If you aren’t doing anything you’re welcome to follow along.” I offered, and she lit up brightly, smile stretching across her face.

“Yes! That sounds fun!” She offered for once not sounding like she was trying to be cute.

“Come on then. Let me handle everything unless I totally mess it all up.”

“Heeheehee!” She laughed. “Don’t take it bad Kitten, but I almost hope you do, just so I can see it. But your Senpai believes in you!”

“Thanks.” I said flatly and slipped back into the server.

I had way more RAM, and better yet, the hardware to keep my Cyberdeck from overuse.

So when I entered the first room, I went all out.

Unlike Sasha, who used massive node clearing hacks, so she didn’t have to aim, or set up any sort of use process. I did the opposite. Dozens of low RAM hacks instantly loaded up.

I felt the strain of it for a second and instantly began adjusting the workload processes.

The program would load RAM from each of my pieces of Cyberware Even the Self-ICE had enough RAM it could run a double load of [HEAT Bullet] Which meant instead of overloading my Cyberdeck running so many consecutive programs, It was actually only the initial activation, and then aiming that was loaded on my Cyberdeck.

Then the program list went from a dozen to two, and exploded out of me, racing across the server like fireballs, each of them smashing two or three into Daemons that had been already heading towards me.

Sasha had been right.

Overwhelm the initial defenders and by the time you were ready to move on, you were cooled for the next room. That’s the sort of netrunner knowledge that my system didn’t really show me as such.

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*Level up achieved!*

*One Stat Point Gained.*

*One Skill Point Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

*250 XP Gained.*

I grinned as the information flowed through me.

Yeah. That’s the stuff. Sorry Sasha. I won’t need your help this time.

—--

“Okay so you got it?” I asked, and Klein nodded, spun his drum sticks around with a flourish and repeated the beat this time… Well it was better. “Alright let’s try that again.” I asked, and got nods from everyone.

Everlong. I needed the actual studio version, so… As part of practice and to reveal the full version for our next gig, we were doing it.

“Hello! I’m waiting here for you!” I sang my hands dancing over the strings, Klein kept the fast snare run going.

Jared and Alice both kept their guitars going, the beat sounded good, a little flat at parts, but that was what practice was for.

“I promise I’ll stop when I say when.” I crooned letting the song trail off as Klein finished up the last of the song on the drums.

I turned and everyone was looking a little tired.

“That was a lot better.” I confirmed, it felt weird being in charge. Especially since everyone was older than me, but I was treating it like a gig. Well, like a combat gig.

Messups were tolerated in training, but needed to be fixed so I was being more proactive than usual. I was actually calling out issues, and working to fix it, which did feel uncomfortable, but it had to be done.

“Thoughts? Feelings?” I asked as I grabbed a water bottle to hydrate a bit as I looked over everyone.

“I’m getting it, I think.” Klein called out and did a quick repeat of Everlongs snare run. “Should be good.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“It’s a bit… Old school. No real flare to it.” Alice finally said. “I know you said it’s done, but maybe a bit of a sound machine, add a bit more vibe to it?” She asked, and while my first instinct was to tell her hell no, how dare she try to ruin Everlong.

I swallowed it, and instead moved to her.

“We can try a few things, I mean, I have the acoustic version as well, so a different sound isn’t bad.” I offered and she lit up. Right. This wasn’t just me, these were musicians that wanted to stretch their musical talents too.

“Great! Let me mess with a few things.” She rushed over to the recording studio, and considering…

“Klein, you mind if I take drums for this?”

“You want to drum? Fair enough.” He confirmed, wiping a hand through his hair that glowed and pulsed. The fact he was wearing pretty normal clothes gave him a funny sort of feel. Although that was just because we were practicing and not actually playing a gig. He dressed up in tons of the current fashion when it was time to play.

I replaced him and spun the sticks. I actually kinda liked drumming funnily enough. Something about just bashing away with a pair of sticks called to me.

I didn’t hesitate as Alice was still fucking around, to just start laying out Everlongs drums.

Jared nodded, and started playing the Bass right along, and Klein picked up my Guitar after a nod, and we all started jamming out.

No vocals, just the three of us playing.

Alice rolled her eyes but not long after, some additional noise started echoing through the booth.

I don't think I really liked it, not really. But Alice was jamming out doing it live, and frankly that was okay.

This whole band thing was… Well it was a bit stressful, but playing music was fun.

We did that for a good twenty minutes just playing the song over and over as Alice fucked with an electronic back track, but eventually everyone stopped, and I finished off the song alongside them.

“Need a longer break?”

“An actual one would be good.” Jared called out laughing as he rubbed his shoulders.

“No problem Choom, take a break.” I called out waving the sticks and Klein followed him out. They’d probably hit the bar, and come back playing not quite as good as they had before.

Drunk musicians weren’t my favorite, but that was just how it was.

Alice though was obviously still playing with her back track for Everlong, and instead I just sat at the drums.

My sticks started tapping, just nonsense, no real song, but my brain found a rhythm, and I let it start playing out.

I tapped at the cymbals, before the song came to me.

I could hear it. The shriek of an electronic guitar, and the iconic vocals of Mike Shinoda, and Chester. Which I of course sang along with.

“I am, a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard.”

Fully into it, I started hammering away, keeping the beat just on drums without a touch of any other instrument, but all of them were playing in my head.

“I’ll be here, ‘cause you’re all that I’ve got!”

And the transition led to it all out.

“I can’t feel the way I did before! Don’t turn your back on me! I WON’T BE IGNORED!” Chester’s iconic scream ripped out of me, even as I hammered the drums. Smashing everything out.

Linkin Park had been my jam, and I now had the actual ability to play it.

Repressed teenage emotions doubly so since I was a teenager again raced through me.

“I WON’T BE IGNORED!” I spun the sticks as I slammed the final notes and sat back, letting myself go a bit limp as I stared up at the ceiling before closing my eyes.

Ah, Linkin Park fucked hard.

“Okay seriously? Another song?” I blinked, opening my eyes and looking to see Alice had walked back into the booth. “What the hell was that?”

“Faint… That’s the name of the song.” I offered, in a weak explanation, but she was just looking at me like I was some monster.

“Let me guess, you got the guitar and bass track planned out too.”

“And the electronic track.” I offered because I wasn’t really in the mood to be “Are you complaining I have more songs I want to play?” I asked a little aggressively, considering the circumstances.

I was literally paying her for this after all.

“No! I’m just like… Frustrated! It’s fucking annoying okay!” She hissed pointing at me and then pulling the hand back and running it through her hair. “That song… It sounded nova. Are we going to play it?”

“... Yeah. It’s… We’re going to play it. Maybe not at our next gig.”

“Why not? It could be a thing if you want to keep pulling songs out of yo-Out every day. Make it so every gig has a new song played at the end. It’d be the sort of gimmick that draws a lot of attention.”

I blinked at the idea. It sounded cool in theory but… “Can we get everyone to learn a new song every time before we have to play?”

She winced a bit. “That’s… You know what? Fuck it. Yes, we can. We’ll fucking do it if we have to.” She said obviously Alice found her spine and wasn’t quite glaring at me, but I got the feeling she was feeling slighted.

I’d insulted her in a way, not directly I think, but because I was pulling out songs and she had probably struggled…

Yeah I felt bad. She was a shit singer, but still a musician. Still someone who wanted to live making music.

“Okay then. That’s the plan from now on.” I agreed and she blinked.

“Really?”

“Alice. I have no fucking idea how to run a band, what the band is capable of, or what’s the wrong or right way to handle this. I’ve been trying to be more exacting tonight, to get everyone to where they should be, but I don’t know if I fucked up, or insulted someone or what… I just want to play music, and your band was the first to really make me deal with other people.”
I wiped my head, I was sweating pretty heavily and stepped off the drums, setting everything down and then facing her. “So yeah. If that’s what you think. Then let’s try it.”

I could see her brain was processing, pieces of something were slotting into place, but whatever she had figured out or decided she didn’t share with me.

“Alright. C’mon. Let’s take a break and talk to the others.” She waved for me to follow and so I did. Heading up through the elevator into the nice bar area. The two boys were already drinking over the bar and they both looked up as Alice and I arrived.

“So we’ve come up with an idea for our gigs. It’s gonna be a lot of work, but we can do it.” Alice said before any other words were spared and then flagged down the bartender for a drink. “Violent hemorrhage might be dead, but we’re still Rockerboys! Let’s remind Night City we won’t be ignored.” She offered and threw me a wink at the words.

Heh. Linkin Park reference.

I nodded and got my own drink, and decided to actually sit and talk with my new band.

If I was going to be working with these guys, I think we needed to know each other a bit better.

—--

David Martinez

“Martinez.” The tone wasn’t too bad so he hadn’t pissed off the girl. Good. He turned to see Hiromi looking at him, and then nudging her head to follow.

So he followed. She might be a shitty boss, but she paid.

They rounded a corner to have a bit of privacy and Hiromi opened her bag and revealed an entire package of BD’s. “Take these and start passing them around.”

“Whoa. A new Ghost BD?” He asked, smirking as he took the plastic wrapped package and noticed the name on the wrapper. “Don’t Steal My Car?”

“Motoko and I had an issue in Dogtown. She reacted to it strongly. Just add them to the sale list.”

“Alright, I’ll need to check them out first… So I know how to sell it.” He added as the girl's glare sharpened, but she sighed and nodded.

“Agreed.” Then like usual doing the same corpo shit they were taught in class she turned and walked off without a word, a power play.

Whatever Hiromi. He’d taken the same classes last year, and passed them with an A. Despite what Hiromi liked to think, he’d seen her grades, she wasn’t a straight A student like he was…

Then again, she also ran multiple businesses and made tons of eddies.

David slumped, yeah fair.

The rest of the day ran by quickly as he kept feeling that buzz to watch a fresh BD until finally he was let out, and he raced to the Tram line. There was a moment he thought he saw her. That girl, the one who always grabbed his attention but in the end it was just a flash.

Once he was home he pulled on his new Wreath, bought because Hiromi had been annoyed that he was using an old shitty one that didn’t have the resolution and tactile sensitivities high enough to handle the BD’s correct.

And slipped into the Ghost.

Murder followed. Cold blooded, almost cruel murder, and it was the best shit. David’s heart was beating in a rush as he cut down scavs, as he became the terror.

Then after causing a scary borged up scav to literally go Cyberpsycho and murder his own chooms!

Fucking nova! He didn’t even know that was possible!

He felt himself prepare as he took the elevator up.

“The Perfect Cut.” The words whispered out of his mouth, as the elevator doors opened, and his hands gripped the Katana preparing to draw.

Holy shit! Some real Samurai shit! Hell yeah Ghost!

A bit of netrunning spread across their network and David recognized it as the hacks that caused guns to stop working.

Holy shit. He was going to buzzsaw through these scavs! Was this a return to ‘The Only Thing They Fear?’

He hoped so.

Then she went over the edge. Cool. A sense of utter calmness enveloped him. His heart skipped a beat.

Sandevistan!? Fuck yeah! She moved a blur to his senses even slowed down for the BD, and the first Scav was cut down that felt like a damn perfect cut to him!

Then another and the last cut down in a blur of motion that David already felt like he wanted to practice.

It was all Zoom, and Shlink!

But the feelings of the BD filled David and there was a sense of hunger.

This… This was a feeling David knew. A need for more. Something he lived with all his life.

It centered him and he felt like jerking as Ghost moved, almost dancing, every motion so controlled there was no sound. Nothing slowing her.

Cut, even grabbing a decapitated head and using it to knock a Scav right off the skyscraper.

Nova. So fucking NOVA!

Then more, and more. Scav came out of every hole and they were cut down no hesitation, no discussion, she was a monster and they were her prey.

Then finally they ended up on a bridge, a final scav, their leader? Running away in terror. He wasn’t the first, but David was into it. That’s right! Run! Flee! That feeling of power of being the terrifying thing to people that normally caused terror?

It was a high unlike any other.

“Going somewhere?” The first words spoken during the entire slaughter of the skyscraper, just loud enough the running Scav heard it, and turned.

“Fuck! Bitch!” He called out and raised a holy shit! That’s like the Ghosts! A fucking Hand cannon!

But there was no fear in the Ghost. The gun refused to fire and David felt a sinister delight as his gun was raised.

“Mines Better.”

The first round blew the gun into shattering falling pieces, and then…

She felt nothing but disgust. There was no sense of joy at the idea of this Scav.

She didn’t bother to cut him down. A second bullet rang out and he splattered across the bridge.

David jolted as he came out of the BD. His heart was beating like crazy as he looked around at his room. His ordinary normal room.

Fuck.

That was so nova. Hiromi actually knew the Ghost. Motoko, just another kid like him, even younger even yet… She could do all that?

His hands shook as he ran a hand through his hair.

He could do that too right? Be some crazy edgerunner. K-kill people and stuff? If she could why couldn’t he? Right?

He looked around at his normal room, in his normal apartment, and that hunger that had burned in Motoko burned in him. That need for more.

Yet…

He flopped back on his bed.

“I better play it again… So I can tell everyone about it.” He muttered, pulling the wreath back over his eyes.

One more time to feel dangerous. One more time to leave his normal life behind.
 
Feels like David is getting ready to jump head first into being a edgerunner.

I'm thinking he'll eventually try and talk to Motoko and ask to join up or get training.
 
Feels like David is getting ready to jump head first into being a edgerunner.

I'm thinking he'll eventually try and talk to Motoko and ask to join up or get training.

David isn't really the type to train, He just sort of jumps into things head first and wings it. He'd fit right in with the fuck up brigade aka Jackie and V.
 
Chapter 225 New
I woke up with a big stretch, a late night doing Rockerboy stuff meant a late morning, but I felt great after eight hours.

Sliding out of my bed I headed for the shower as I considered what exactly my day was going to be.

Hiromi and I were going to meet up during her lunch.

Before that I should probably get some things done. I had leveled again, which was just the best!

But I needed to spend my points, and it was adaptation time. As much as I really really wanted to put it into my Sandy, to get more effect out of it, I was also wanting to help Vik, so the answer was obvious.

Camillo RAM Manager *Adaptation RAM Manager 1/2*

Instantly I felt a bit of a shift in my neck, my range of motion… I could still feel the sort of hitch in the way my neck was moving, but…

It wasn’t real.

I blinked, sort of realizing it, it wasn’t an actual hitch where something was pulling or keeping me from moving my neck, but something more psychosomatic. Maybe a nerve pinched as I shifted, or something like that.

It was still there, but it… Wasn’t as annoying.

I stretched under the water and hummed. As much as I wanted to just stuff all my level ups into stats and become super powerful, it really was such an amazing relief to feel… Normal. After adapting to some of my chrome.

Well with that done I still had skill points to use.

Considering what I would be doing today?

One of my seven stored skill points disappeared, dropping me to six, as I leveled programming.

Programming 14

The flow of knowledge was… A lot. Once again, it wasn’t direct knowledge, but quirks, tricks, and processes, for programming things in a more… Virtual way.

On the fly adjustments, and ways to make programs that would better adapt to that sort of use.

Yeah, I’d have to do a go over on all my hacks soon, but I really wanted to try leveling Programming to 15, my current max before doing it, otherwise I’d just be wasting time.

So instead of spending the morning programming, I should do something else, maybe level programming again mid day and spend the rest of the day working.

Ugh. Was Alice going to ask for another practice session too?

Maybe I’d have to do some programming while playing.

My days sure were busy!

I finished my shower and headed out to get some food.

—--

I was slurping up some noodles, and eating a stick of roast something or other when I could practically feel the hostility on the back of my head.

Turning around I blinked as I had been about to reach for my sword when…

“Hayato?”

“There you are! Motoko!” She demanded all done up in her pretty Kimono, the girl stomped towards me stepping out of an expensive Villefort Alvarado.

And she was carrying a katana.

“Hey Hayato. What’s?”

“I refuse! IRefuseToAcceptThatYou!You!AreAKensei!” She babbled very fast, and her face was doing the cute flushed thing she does when she was mad about something.

“It’s sort of a thing. Want some lunch?” I offered, and she looked at me, to the vendor who looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

I was just on the side of the road at one of the little pop up food stands, getting some breakfast-lunch while figuring out what I wanted to do with my morning.

Her cheeks bulged out like a puffer fish for half a second, in a blink and you’d miss it moment, but she calmed herself and appeared as dignified as she tried to convey after a moment.

“Very well! But after, you must spar with me! I refuse to accept that you’ve become a Kensei! I fought you!”

“It’s a recent thing.” I admitted to her as she took her seat, with all the dignity a princess could while sitting at a street vendor.

The poor guy was looking half way to losing his shit, especially since there were a good few Tyger Claws, in suits all spreading out around her to keep an eye on things.

I shrugged, I’d protect Hayato if anything happened.

“Ah one Tonkotsu.” She requested and the chef instantly bowed quickly and got to cooking… Man that was waaay more than what he put into mine! Ah well, I wasn’t a princess. “I refuse to accept it!” She argued with me the moment after, turning to me and glaring.

“It wasn’t like I asked for it, Hayato.”

“I refuse!”

“Okay.” I laughed, unable to hold it back. “That’s fine honestly. It was super awkward. I was escorted to the shrine by Sensei, and these old guys-”

“The shrine elders! Motoko! Please have respect!” She said a bit high pitched, so I flashed her a smile.

“Never! But they were… Full borgs, and skilled. Very skilled.”

“Yes of course! They are the elders of the Chram Denya Jinja! Ugh! You met them! And they named you a Kensei! You!?”

“What’s wrong with me?” I mumbled, although it came out more, ‘whaz ‘ong ‘ith ma?’ since I had stopped to eat some ramen, noodles half sticking out of my mouth.

The look Hayato gave me was kinda hurtful, and then she looked up and down, and back up.

“Wude!”

“Eat your food!” She demanded at me, and I huffed, slurping up my noodles.

“Rude!”

“You are not the type I would ever think could achieve the art! You!? I refuse to believe it!”

“Last time I checked I didn’t need your permission, Princess.”

“P-Princess!? Now who is being rude!?” She demanded hotly, and I grinned.

“Still you.”

“Grrrr.” She growled, before glancing up and realizing she had the Chef right there, and instantly shifted back to polite princess mode. “After this I will test your so-called skill!”
“Heh! Anytime! We should do some hand to hand as well! I’ve been trying to get more practice with that. I don’t do enough.”

“Hmph!” She said in response, but it only took a single glance to see how pleased she looked to know she wanted that as well.

“So what have you been up to? Any more issues with what’s his face? Wakako is still paying me not to kill him, but I could totally do it.”

She chuckled a bit at my question and then shook it off. “Everything has been very good. Father has been bringing me into more meetings, and involving me. Your assistance… Was very important. Thank you.”

“Pfft. We’re friends, it’s not a big deal.” I waved her off, and right then a bowl of Ramen was passed over and a deeeeeep bow was offered.

She nodded and snapped her chopsticks and dug in.

—--

Gomorrah. Hadn’t been here in a while. This was the gym where I’d first met Hayato, that John had set up so we could have our first spar.

“Now then! No more waiting.” Hayato demanded grabbing a Shinai that I’m pretty sure wasn’t part of the gyms normal equipment. I grabbed the other one, and shrugged, adjusting myself and raising my shinai in front of me.

Before I could even think Hayato moved, her reactions, as always, much faster than a normal person. Yet she couldn’t break through my guard. I could read her like a book, not only because we’d sparred in the past.

Despite her incredible reaction times, there was just…

Clack clack clack. Our Shinai slapped into each other over and over and yet Hayato made no progress, she tried to push me, but instead ended up stalling out and narrowly avoiding my return swipe before trying again.

“Grr!” She growled which earned a smile only egging her on more.

Then we went at it, a constant assault as we danced around the padded floor, until finally she stopped huffing a little, and glaring.

“It’s not fair! How?”

“I swung my blade ten thousand times and became enlightened.” I told her. Then smiled brightly as I laughed. “I just sparred a whole lot, and felt like I was on the edge of it, then I fought Sensei at the Dojo all out, and it clicked.”

“That’s such… Hayato actually cursed quietly in japanese, I knew she was cursing, but not exactly what she said.

“I’ll assume you were saying how wonderful it is for your friend.” I teased and she glared before doing her rapid fire emotions as she sort of jolted, and then flushed.

“I am happy that you achieved such a thing. Motoko.”

“Eh. Hayato… I was joking.” I told her instantly because she actually sounded really sad for a second and even bowed. “Don’t be like that. We’re friends. I’d prefer the angry ranting.”

“IWasn’tRanting!” She argued back in a blur and I just giggled at her response.

“Sure choom. So want to beat my face in a bit? Put these away?” I offered, and she perked up with a happy smile at the idea.

“Yes. That sounds perfect.” I grinned, but also felt a little hesitant. Hayato… That grin was a little merciless you know?

—--

“Feel better?” I asked, as Hayato and I caught our breath.

“I do.” She said after a moment, a triumphant little smirk on her face.

I’d totally let her have a win. I mean sure I hadn’t planned on letting her punch me so hard, but it was still totally me letting her win, and not her crazy close in technique powered by Kerenzikov.

“Well I’m glad I could help.” I offered a bit flatly, and she just grinned smugly.

“Thank you for sparring with me… Also next time tell me if you become a Kensei! Otou-sama mentioned it off hand like I should know about it already! If you are going to work for me, you need to tell me these things! I was so embarrassed! He wanted to know why I hadn’t brought you in to celebrate your success!”

“What? Why? It’s just a… Thing.” I offered. “I mean-”

“Motoko!” Hayato interrupted, putting her face right up to mine. “To be called a Kensei! Is a big deal! How can you be so blase about it! You! You’ve become one of the greatest swordsmen in the entire city! No, the entire world!”

“Nah. I’m not that good yet.” I countered. Looking at my hand. I wasn’t even half way there. My own knowledge of just how high the peak was, meant I wasn’t all that proud of being called a Kensei.

This wasn’t the old world anymore, being the best swordsman didn’t cut it, when there were Cyborgs that were far above.

I could feel my lips tugging a bit as I once more daydreamed about joining them one day. Achieving the absolute pinnacle! A full Cyborg.

“You… Fine! I guess you’d know better. But still! Otou-sama wanted to hold a party! Especially since you're an affiliate, and my… My Mercenary.” She offered, tilting her head up like the Princess she was.

“Ugh… If I have to, Ojou-sama.” I teased, and giggled at the way her face flushed.

“Don’t!You!Ugh!” She scoffed and looked away. “W-We’ll set up a party so you’ll have to attend, and make sure you dress up, and make me look good, cause everyone will know you are with me!”

“Alright alright… Just let me know when. I’ll have to talk to Hiromi, and make sure we don’t have anything scheduled for the day.”

“Good! I look forward to seeing you then!” She rose up with all the dignity she could muster and walked off.

“By Hayato!” I called after her laughing as I rose up. Better get cleaned up a bit. I had a meeting with Hiromi in… Now-ish.

—--

“Well if it was the Princess, I guess I can accept you being late.” Hiromi offered, biting into her lunch that she’d had to grab alone while I was rushing back across the city.

“Yeah it was kind of a surprise meeting… She was kinda annoyed about the whole Kensei thing.”

“I still can’t believe you’re so… It’s a big deal Motoko!”

“It’s really not.” I argued back, sliding a finger towards her fries only to get slapped away.

Hehe! I didn’t even want the fries but Hiromi looked proud at her noticing my attack and fending me off.

“Stop it.” She warned then waved a fry at me. “But a party? With the higher ups in the TC, to celebrate you becoming a Kensei? That smells like opportunity to me! You should definitely do it.”

“I already said I would.”

“Yes, but I know you, and you’ll be complaining about it soon.”

“I… Okay that’s a little true, but you don’t have to point that out.”

“Yes I do. Now, I heard from Alice, you got a new studio version of that song right? Everlong. The love song?” She whispered, sounding…

Don’t tell me Hiromi liked love songs? Ugh. I shouldn’t be surprised, but nooooo! They were usually terrible!

I mean Everlong was actually a break up song, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

“I do.” I pulled out the shard. It was the best version of Everlong we’d made last night.

She snatched it up with a deeply disturbing grin. “Yeees! I’ll reach out with my radio contacts.”

“Which you actually have.”

“Which I have!” She agreed, smiling like a loon. “I’ll definitely be able to get Ash to play it on Growl, but I’ll try to reach out to Body Heat.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t ugh!” She argued back instantly. “Well I guess I have to listen to it first… To best figure out what stations to reach out to.” Hiromi said to herself holding the Shard close to her chest.

I rolled my eyes and just looked over at the radio on the food stand we were at.

Instantly it went quiet as I switched it to play from a shard, and then just uploaded the data.

A moment later the sound of my guitar playing came through and Hiromi perked up like I’d electrocuted her.

“Ah!” She smiled wide and I just rolled my eyes as she listened. Nodding along to the full rock version, instead of the acoustic one I’d sang on the gig.

And now if I wanted to chat with her, she’d just pout at me, so I had to listen to my own voice on the radio.

It still left me feeling all prickly, but at least it sounded okay.

—--

“Hey! Hiromi! And Motoko!” I looked up, Hiromi had finished her meal and was wasting a bit of time before she had to get back to class, but we both looked up.

I smiled a bit at the boy running up. “David. Hello.”

“Hey! You remembered!”

“What do you want, Martinez? I’m in the middle of an important meeting.” Hiromi said and I looked at her and couldn’t hide my laugh.

“Hiromi, we’re just hanging out, you were complaining about your morning classes.”

“Motoko! Don’t tell the help what our important meeting was about!” Hiromi hissed at me. David had a look on his face telling me he wasn’t buying it Hiromi but I just shrugged.

She was his boss technically. Not my place to get involved.

“Need something David?” I asked, getting the topic back to what he’d walked up to say.

“Yes! Well sort of. Sales are going well. Hiromi, ‘Don’t Steal my Car’ is selling like crazy. Nova BD by the way Motoko. The Ghost is just the best!” David offered practically vibrating and I just smiled and waved it off.

“It’s fine.”

“And this couldn’t wait Martinez?” Hiromi asked grumpily, and he looked at Hiromi for a second before shaking his head, and looking at me.

“Nope. Motoko, Ghost… Let me work for your crew.” The words caught me by surprise.

“Absolutely not!” Hiromi jumped up looking outraged, and I winced a bit too.

“We aren’t really looking for a new hire. Merc work is dangerous, you know?”

“I know! I’ve seen your BD’s! But… I want to do more than just sell BD’s. I’m good for it!”

“Motoko! You can’t listen to this! Martinez you gonk!”

“Hey!” He growled back at Hiromi, so I rose up and put myself between both of them.

“Calm down, cool off both of you. David… This is coming out of left field for us. But I can respect someone making a decision, and I’d rather if you want to try something so dangerous you do it with us rather than joining some street gang or something.”

“I want to be a merc, not some gang gonk.” He stated firmly, and I just waved my hand.

“Alright, alright.” Wow. I really wasn’t expecting this. David was supposed to stay on his path towards the top of Arasaka Tower, not this. “Listen then. Here’s my rules for anything. First. School comes first.” I demanded and he blinked at that.

“What? But! You’re a merc!”

“Yep, and I make Hiromi go to class too. Don’t I?” I said looking at my choom. Hiromi puffed out her cheeks a bit but nodded.

“Heh.” David bit off a chuckle, but Hiromi caught it.

Sorry dude she was going to make you miserable for that.

“Second. You go at my pace, my rules. No fucking around solo, or anything. You have an issue with the pace, or amount of work, or anything you come to me, you don’t just rush off doing something stupid. You fuck that up, and you’re out, full stop. I won’t have your dead body on my conscience.”
“I won’t! You know what you’re doing!”

“Good… In that case, you have a weapon?”

His blink face would have told me the truth if I didn’t already know.

“Yep, figured. You do any jogging, any exercise?”

Another blank look.

“Mhmm.” I trailed off sounding pretty judgemental.

“I-I can start?”

“Yes you can.” I agreed, and then because I wasn’t going to just leave him to flounder on his own, that wasn’t fair I considered… I was tempted to send him to Sensei, but he lived out in Arroyo. “I’ll talk to Hiromi about setting up some group exercise time. I’ve been slacking about getting Ichi and Malcolm training.” I mentioned looking at Hiromi who nodded slowly.

“Should we join a gym?” She asked, and I shrugged.

“Gym could be useful, but just a place to shoot and run around a bit would work. Maybe not on the badlands this time… Unless taking care of some Raffen would be considered training?”

“It’s not.” Hiromi said flatly, but I broke into a smile, because it had been a joke and she knew that.

“Then… You’ll let me join the Ghost crew?”

“Section 9.” I said back instantly. “And we’ll let you join our training for a bit, to see what happens. No promises. Not everyone is cut out for merc work… Some don’t put in enough effort, and some? Some put in too much, so instead of a strong flame, they burst into an explosion, and then snuff out.”

He didn’t quite seem to process what I said.

Great. Now I had to somehow get David, I’m going to go full out without stopping, Martinez to chill.

“Oh and no chrome.”

“Huh?”

“If you join, you’re going to start making eddies, no chroming up like a gonk.” I demanded and he blinked as if the thought hadn’t even reached him, but then he looked me up and down.

“Don’t you chrome up?”

“Yeah but I’m built different.” I said fighting off the smile at using his own stupid words against him. “And even then I do it slowly and carefully. That’s my rules.” I ended firmly.

“Right, sure! Whatever you say!”

“Ugh. Motoko!”

“Relax Hiromi. We’ll give him some exercise, and see how he does. I'll probably give him to Malcolm, it’ll be good for him to help train someone for his own sake as well.”

“You want Malcolm to train him? Malcolm?”

“Yeah, it’s a great idea!” I offered, smiling and Hiromi just scoffed.

“Do what you want.” She grumbled, but she was glaring at David.

It’s fine Hiromi, you’ll see!

Not long after as both Academy students headed back to class, Hiromi obviously grumbling at David as she walked away I pulled up my character sheet and dropped the next skill point into Programming.

Programming 15.

Time to get to work.
 
Yay! David is joining up!

There is no way he won't do something stupid eventually. But he has massive potential.

Makoto is cheating the chrome stuff with her powers but David seems to have a crazy high natural affinity for it. If he hadn't had to constantly keep pushing the limits and actually had a decent doc working on him he could have gotten really far down that track.

Probably not to Adam Smasher levels but maybe close. That guy is just built different.
 


A good song for Motoko to cover with her fellow rockerboys!

Loved the update, nice to see David joining up, and nice to see Malcolm getting some responsibility. Good personnel management, Motoko!
 

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