Cyberpriest 2076 (40k Cyberpunk crossover.)
- Thread starter Kadaeux
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- India
What is his view towards human biology? Is he a Organicists A faction of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Organicists are a group of Tech-priests who esteemed biological enhancement as being equal in value with the cybernetic. Body equal to biological machine.He's from Stygies VIII. I'll let you draw your own conclusions from that.
What is his view towards Emperor? Do he intend to repair terra?
I find it funny that one of the most violent gangs in Cyberpunk basically took to the Admech like a fish to water.
He is basically promising them Chrome but without the Cyberpsychosis. That is like an Organic being given the Water of Youth/Life.
Anyway, is Sasha the Nekorunner dead in this fic, or is she alive? Stuck in a Biotechnica facility being interrogated or smth?
Suseiseki
Last Order Songstress
- Location
- Peru
Funny thing is that, all the tech is in no way or form heretic.
It is backwards as all hell but it is 100% human tech with no alien stuff nor AI interference, hell even the AIs are in some cases human minds or replicas.
That is heaven for any techpriest that is not a idiot toasterfecker. There is a lot of lost tech to harvest and with luck the recovering of some of the blueprints that no one undertand due to lost information.
It is backwards as all hell but it is 100% human tech with no alien stuff nor AI interference, hell even the AIs are in some cases human minds or replicas.
That is heaven for any techpriest that is not a idiot toasterfecker. There is a lot of lost tech to harvest and with luck the recovering of some of the blueprints that no one undertand due to lost information.
Chapter 3: The New Kid
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
Chapter 3:
The New Kid
Lucy moved through the carriage, scanning for Arasaka goons and klepping their credit chips. It wasn't the most lucrative trade, but it was amusing enough as a diversion. Which is why when her last mark suddenly having hold of her wrist stopped her short. He didn't have a piece on him but her scan kept flagging UNNOWN on a number of his implants. Now she could run deeper scans, other than the basic suite and a sandevistan, he had three implants she couldn't identify.
"Come on." She said leading him between the carriage doors where they could be at least semi-private. "So what's your angle? Spill it."
He looked confused for a moment, tired. "What? My angle?" She slammed him against the wall and begun a more invasive scan of who he was, the Sandevistan was an unexpected benefit, their contact had dropped from the field.
"Sandevistan eh', crazy idea perhaps we could work together."
"Doing what? Stealing?" The kid asked with a surprised expression on his face. Oddly endearing, like a puppy.
Lucy cocked her head, "Is it stealing if I only hit Arasaka suits?"
"Come on. Do I look corpo to you?"
"Funny you should ask. Scan did pick up an Arasaka Academy ID." She answered, scanning him again. Yet again the unknown implants blinked up in her vision. What were they. She couldn't even find a manufacturers mark she recognised, only a half-human half-machine skull in a cog. Which was interesting. Maine had heard rumours that Maelstrom was shifting gears, and their gonks had been seen sporting new ink like that. "But you're right, you definitely don't look the type, that's for sure."
"I, uh... I dropped out. Found a better opportunity." She had been about to remark on him being a bit of a bad boy, but the second line seized her interest. What better opportunity could he mean. And what did it have to do with his implants? "So, you just target 'Saka, huh?"
"Why? You in?" She probed. "Gonna break poor mama's heart if she finds out, you know."
"Let's just say Mom found new work with the same group." He muttered.
Curiously, as they spoke he haggled less about the split of the eddies than expected, and she felt like that meant something, had he another revenue stream? In any case, the kid was pretty good and his ability to handle the sandevistan was almost superhuman. She'd heard of grown adults who couldn't handle the load that the kid must be taking, but still he got the job done, and they ditched the train before they were discovered and the NCPD decided to get off its cheeto dusted seats and do their job for once.
Again the kid didn't seem to be phased by his implant.
And so, they spent the next few hours working together klepping from several different train lines before retiring back to her place, she had put out the call, but drew David into her own BD of the moon. And it was here that she noticed that there was definitely something strange about his implants. Here in the braindance, there was something truly unnatural that seemed to hover around him, like his implants had a shadow, a mirror. A ghost in the machine. And whenever she tried to focus on it it became incorporeal and slipped through her senses like oil on water.
...
David felt something approaching good cheer, the sandevistan worked as advertised, and the other implants the Archmagos had installed were working perfectly. He felt the cogitation implants taking the strain of using the Sandy that would normally be absorbed by his brain, and the spirit of it seemed to protect him like a friend. He remembered the phrases used to calm and appease the spirit, and remembered the list of incense provided that would have beneficial effects on the cyberware function. But here he was with a beautiful woman enjoying her vision of what the moon could be like. And when an intrusion into it flashed onto his vision....
...
Maine was about to land a punch in the kids gut for stealing his Sandy when suddenly the kid wasn't on the bed anymore. His intrusion code was violently thrown out by some form of ICE far worse than anything he'd ever seen before. Kiwi was crying from the pain of how she'd been cast out of the kids implants as something had taken over. Then the Sandy had activated and now he could feel a blade at his throat. It vibrated with a hum that was almost painful to hear and Dorio and Pilar were caught by surprise. They didn't move as the blade rested comfortably on Maine's throat, and he could feel a field of sound almost peeling apart the synthetic skin protecting it. If the kid leaned back, Maine knew his head would be separated fairly easily.
"You little shit. Stealing my Sandy." Maine growled. "You're gonna get what's coming to.."
"Your Sandy?" The kid said, a tone of surprise and near panic, "Did you screw me over?" He said turning to Lucy. Lucy lit a smoke and faced the situation.
"Yeah kid, my Sandy. Bought and paid for."
Suddenly the kid flicked the blade away from his throat and was on the other side of the room. Nobody had seen him move. Pilar was quick to speak, "Holy shit. That kid fired up a Sandy, no way. His frame would fry." The long lanky arm implants pointed at him and Maine privately agreed, the fact the kid could fire it up.
"Your Sandy, who was your seller!" He snapped instead.
"Gloria Martinez." Maine said angrily. Little upstart...
"Mom." The kid said, "We were in a car accident and were saved by... I can't say. Look if you paid mom for it, I can get you your money back, or work for it." Maine's interest was spiked as he checked his call to Kiwi. ~Can you check that out?~
~Already on it.~ She said, a pained tone in her voice from the ICE. ~Looks like there was an accident thay fits, NCPD reported a kid and wounded woman being packed into an Emperor bearing a half-cyber skull and cog.... huh. There's a degree of interest in the back channels, as you said yesterday, Maelstrom thugs have been seen sporting the new logo and operating methods. And according to Lucy, the kids unknown implants are marked with the same symbol.~
Maine grunted. That was interesting. Very. "So your mom just gave you the implant instead of giving it to her customer."
~The kid is in an active call too. But I can't intercept the signal, it uses something else. And I wouldn't try after the last ICE attack on me.~
"No, the man who helped us implanted me with it, and some other augmetics... implants." He corrected himself. What the fuck was an augmetic? "I'm sorry about it, I'll pay you back. But I can't just give it up." The kid's words were adamant. And Maine saw the strange blade on the kids hip, this time he looked more closely. It was powered, but didn't bear any manufacturers mark he knew.
"Ok kid." Lucy grabbed him and held him close as she uploaded a tracer into his slot. "You've got a deal, we'll take you on a job. Lucy says you can handle that thing pretty well. So we'll find out for real shortly."
"Sounds good to me." David said and nodded his head towards the window.
Lucy, Maine, Pilar and Dorio all turned and saw death hanging there outside the window of Lucy's place, a winged woman looking like she'd come from a particularly grim set of Leonardo Da Vinci's paintings. Wings spread wide, talons clutching the wall and a long barrelled gun aimed through the port. As they turned, a last message flicked from David and there was a roar of small jet turbines and the woman was gone.
The New Kid
Lucy moved through the carriage, scanning for Arasaka goons and klepping their credit chips. It wasn't the most lucrative trade, but it was amusing enough as a diversion. Which is why when her last mark suddenly having hold of her wrist stopped her short. He didn't have a piece on him but her scan kept flagging UNNOWN on a number of his implants. Now she could run deeper scans, other than the basic suite and a sandevistan, he had three implants she couldn't identify.
"Come on." She said leading him between the carriage doors where they could be at least semi-private. "So what's your angle? Spill it."
He looked confused for a moment, tired. "What? My angle?" She slammed him against the wall and begun a more invasive scan of who he was, the Sandevistan was an unexpected benefit, their contact had dropped from the field.
"Sandevistan eh', crazy idea perhaps we could work together."
"Doing what? Stealing?" The kid asked with a surprised expression on his face. Oddly endearing, like a puppy.
Lucy cocked her head, "Is it stealing if I only hit Arasaka suits?"
"Come on. Do I look corpo to you?"
"Funny you should ask. Scan did pick up an Arasaka Academy ID." She answered, scanning him again. Yet again the unknown implants blinked up in her vision. What were they. She couldn't even find a manufacturers mark she recognised, only a half-human half-machine skull in a cog. Which was interesting. Maine had heard rumours that Maelstrom was shifting gears, and their gonks had been seen sporting new ink like that. "But you're right, you definitely don't look the type, that's for sure."
"I, uh... I dropped out. Found a better opportunity." She had been about to remark on him being a bit of a bad boy, but the second line seized her interest. What better opportunity could he mean. And what did it have to do with his implants? "So, you just target 'Saka, huh?"
"Why? You in?" She probed. "Gonna break poor mama's heart if she finds out, you know."
"Let's just say Mom found new work with the same group." He muttered.
Curiously, as they spoke he haggled less about the split of the eddies than expected, and she felt like that meant something, had he another revenue stream? In any case, the kid was pretty good and his ability to handle the sandevistan was almost superhuman. She'd heard of grown adults who couldn't handle the load that the kid must be taking, but still he got the job done, and they ditched the train before they were discovered and the NCPD decided to get off its cheeto dusted seats and do their job for once.
Again the kid didn't seem to be phased by his implant.
And so, they spent the next few hours working together klepping from several different train lines before retiring back to her place, she had put out the call, but drew David into her own BD of the moon. And it was here that she noticed that there was definitely something strange about his implants. Here in the braindance, there was something truly unnatural that seemed to hover around him, like his implants had a shadow, a mirror. A ghost in the machine. And whenever she tried to focus on it it became incorporeal and slipped through her senses like oil on water.
...
David felt something approaching good cheer, the sandevistan worked as advertised, and the other implants the Archmagos had installed were working perfectly. He felt the cogitation implants taking the strain of using the Sandy that would normally be absorbed by his brain, and the spirit of it seemed to protect him like a friend. He remembered the phrases used to calm and appease the spirit, and remembered the list of incense provided that would have beneficial effects on the cyberware function. But here he was with a beautiful woman enjoying her vision of what the moon could be like. And when an intrusion into it flashed onto his vision....
...
Maine was about to land a punch in the kids gut for stealing his Sandy when suddenly the kid wasn't on the bed anymore. His intrusion code was violently thrown out by some form of ICE far worse than anything he'd ever seen before. Kiwi was crying from the pain of how she'd been cast out of the kids implants as something had taken over. Then the Sandy had activated and now he could feel a blade at his throat. It vibrated with a hum that was almost painful to hear and Dorio and Pilar were caught by surprise. They didn't move as the blade rested comfortably on Maine's throat, and he could feel a field of sound almost peeling apart the synthetic skin protecting it. If the kid leaned back, Maine knew his head would be separated fairly easily.
"You little shit. Stealing my Sandy." Maine growled. "You're gonna get what's coming to.."
"Your Sandy?" The kid said, a tone of surprise and near panic, "Did you screw me over?" He said turning to Lucy. Lucy lit a smoke and faced the situation.
"Yeah kid, my Sandy. Bought and paid for."
Suddenly the kid flicked the blade away from his throat and was on the other side of the room. Nobody had seen him move. Pilar was quick to speak, "Holy shit. That kid fired up a Sandy, no way. His frame would fry." The long lanky arm implants pointed at him and Maine privately agreed, the fact the kid could fire it up.
"Your Sandy, who was your seller!" He snapped instead.
"Gloria Martinez." Maine said angrily. Little upstart...
"Mom." The kid said, "We were in a car accident and were saved by... I can't say. Look if you paid mom for it, I can get you your money back, or work for it." Maine's interest was spiked as he checked his call to Kiwi. ~Can you check that out?~
~Already on it.~ She said, a pained tone in her voice from the ICE. ~Looks like there was an accident thay fits, NCPD reported a kid and wounded woman being packed into an Emperor bearing a half-cyber skull and cog.... huh. There's a degree of interest in the back channels, as you said yesterday, Maelstrom thugs have been seen sporting the new logo and operating methods. And according to Lucy, the kids unknown implants are marked with the same symbol.~
Maine grunted. That was interesting. Very. "So your mom just gave you the implant instead of giving it to her customer."
~The kid is in an active call too. But I can't intercept the signal, it uses something else. And I wouldn't try after the last ICE attack on me.~
"No, the man who helped us implanted me with it, and some other augmetics... implants." He corrected himself. What the fuck was an augmetic? "I'm sorry about it, I'll pay you back. But I can't just give it up." The kid's words were adamant. And Maine saw the strange blade on the kids hip, this time he looked more closely. It was powered, but didn't bear any manufacturers mark he knew.
"Ok kid." Lucy grabbed him and held him close as she uploaded a tracer into his slot. "You've got a deal, we'll take you on a job. Lucy says you can handle that thing pretty well. So we'll find out for real shortly."
"Sounds good to me." David said and nodded his head towards the window.
Lucy, Maine, Pilar and Dorio all turned and saw death hanging there outside the window of Lucy's place, a winged woman looking like she'd come from a particularly grim set of Leonardo Da Vinci's paintings. Wings spread wide, talons clutching the wall and a long barrelled gun aimed through the port. As they turned, a last message flicked from David and there was a roar of small jet turbines and the woman was gone.
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
Not 100% sure what you mean by this, but no it's not about the canon story, but they do take place at the same time, so they're going to be seen in relation to the Archmagos
Suseiseki
Last Order Songstress
- Location
- Peru
The part with lucy was always going to happen, the sandevistan is nearly unique at that time of canon, they kill the people that try to use one so they were not that popular and david got pulled into lucy web at first glance sooo in the end him meeting her sealed his fate.
- Pronouns
- Mr
They should've known that something was wrong and bailed out. I mean young kid with a sandvistan and unknown cyberware and killer ICE. Doesn't this scream black OPS to you. Enough hints for you to GTFO. Don't poke it!
- Location
- a local spacial anomaly
Isn't it Reditus saying this? The skull at the start of the Mechanicus game?
.... i Hope Adam Smasher becomes the founder of the Mechcanicus.
Tech priest sees Maine obsessed with Cyberware.
Tech Priest: Ah a sensible individual. Greetings new recruit.
Maine: Wait what?
-ten minutes later-
Maine: Omnissiah deliver us.
Tech Priest: Ah a sensible individual. Greetings new recruit.
Maine: Wait what?
-ten minutes later-
Maine: Omnissiah deliver us.
Chapter 4: The Maelstroms End
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
Chapter 4:
The Maelstroms End
Anderson was not having a great day. For all it appeared to change to peons on the ground level, security analysts knew the truth of the matter, Night City didn't change. The gangs scuffled with one another. The citizens committed any crimes they thought would get them just one more rung up the ladder. Charity was just a hook with plentiful strings attached and... he dismissed the train of thought, it was depressing, even for him.
And unfortunately, it was also central to the entire problem he was now facing. The report crossing his desk was unwelcome, unwanted, and had the potential to annoy his superior officers, which was never a great path to career advancement. And this one was a hell of a doozy. Maelstrom, one of the most violent gangs in night city, if not the most violent, with almost half its twelve hundred member roster being clinical cyberpsychos....
Had seemingly changed overnight. Brick had been supplanted by someone they were whispering of called the Archmagos. That wasn't really worthy of his attention on its own, in fact it wouldn't have surprised him if there had been a leadership upset for a more psychopathic individual who would lead the gang to further and greater acts of violence. Those wannabe full borgs were just wired that way. No, the problem was that the direction they had taken was harder to plot. It's trajectory impossible to identify.
"Anna, zip me the detes on the Animals attempt to claim that Maelstrom hideout in Pacifica." The files appeared in his buffer and he accessed the one that he'd been warned he was not going to like.
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The point of view was a security camera on a building across the street. Three vans packed with the Animals crashed through road barriers and they poured from their vehicle with machineguns, shotguns and more clutched in all sorts of augmented limbs. They headed straight for the building that...
Freeze frame: Zoom. Skull/Cyber/Cog sigil. Resume
They didn't wait, opening fire as they advanced, the crashing weight of fire from twenty Animals was actually pretty impressive, for a gang job it was a well planned hit. He wondered if they had a netrunner running cover over the operation. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if his time had been wasted by the little shit on the ground who sent it in. And then Maelstrom appeared. And Anderson froze the image once more. Their weapons weren't anything he'd ever seen or heard of in Night City. And when he resumed, a crashing wall of light rippled out. The grunts opening fire with extremely potent laser weaponry into the approaching animals, the merciless weapons were quite effective when they struck flesh, if less so when they struck better protected implants.
But the lasers were the least of the weapons the Maelstrom brought. Bottled lightning ripped out from two of their weapons and when they struck, the arced across to nearby Animals, and those weapons were far more effective against anything they struck. The Animals reeled, struck and caught by surprise from the sheer different level of technology thrown against them. Their big dumb bruisers continuing to charge in, machineguns in hand chattering away. Several of the Maelstrom fell back and the entire game changed.
On a set of tracks a machine rolled from within with a Maelstrom at the rear and four weapons bound together. When they fired the lead Animal ceased to exist. The four weapons had unleashed a single spear of light as thick as a mans arm each, and they converged on the animal explosively vaporising him and passing through to annihilate one of the vans they had arrived in, its fuel erupting in an explosion that rocked the streets.
The animals broke. Those that could reach their vehicle climbed in and engines were gunned. A second van and its occupants failed to escape as the tracked machine turned and focussed the full firepower of its laser weapons on it. Those Animals that couldn't make it to a van surrendered on the spot. "So much for that." Anderson said preparing to close the file before he realised it was timestamped.
What they wanted him to see was here. Not the fight.
The Animals were captured. The Maelstrom didn't kill them or tear them apart. They captured them and dragged them into the building. The tracked machine reversing back into where it had come from. The footage zoomed some minutes later as an Emperor emblazoned with the sigil pulled up. Once more the Animals were dragged into the light.
The creature that got out of the Emperor moved over on a bizarre leg arrangement and faced the prisoners that had been taken. The camera switched as the Arasaka operative selected one nearby with audio capability.
"Archmagos." The Maelstrom knelt. The being moved along the line of the animals. Studying them closely, occasionally a tentacle would reach out and grip one, studying it.
"These four, bring them to the Alpha site. Take the others to the Beta site." The being declared in a mechanical voice. The being turned to the camera and blurted a sound.
All footage of the area ceased.
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Anderson now knew that he was about to have a very long and unpleasant day. The first thing he did was send a flurry of commands out to his most trustworthy operations squad and ensure that their discretionary budget had an injection of material that would allow for a heavier arsenal than was typical, and a blank report was formatted to be filled with data.
Comfort didn't fill him as he put down the eddies to hire a team of cyberpunks to hit the place with more than a brute gangsters forces.
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Dana looked at the job and the eddies on offer. This was the kind of job that could land them seats in afterlife, or featuring tickets to their own funerals. The problem was the price point was almost at the sweet spot, where the possibility of the job being a suicide run was almost worth the rist. And Dana's team wasn't a small group of rookies. It was larger than most punk groups, five solos, a netrunner, medtech and a couple of nomads. As they rolled through the city the bottom line of the problem was the subject of the job.
The details on the facility were sparse, and that troubled her more than anything. "Paul, tell me you've learned some real intel before we get our tits caught in a vice?" The Netrunner frowned without turning from his position in a tub of ice.
"No joy boss. Some corpo runners had been in the system and stripped all surveillance for an hour period yesterday. But I can confirm Maelstrom are in there. But the local net for the facility itself boss? That shit is burned. There's something else running through those networks now, and it doesn't talk with our stuff." Dana cursed as she glanced at the Netrunner again. "Yes boss. I'm telling you that I am going to be absolutely no help once you enter the building."
She hissed in annoyance before calling Tomas. "You have sights on?"
The man who replied whispered in an effeminate voice, she could picture him on his perch, the Nekomata resting in his hands with the calm grace of a child in a doting parents hands. "I could drop one of them right now. But boss. I have no idea what the hell that gun is." An image shot across the teams network.
Cables connected to a backpack, and they watched through Tomas' feed as he panned over to another. It carried an identical weapon. And it was then Dana felt like the job was achievable. If those two hadn't noticed Tomas, then they might be able to sneak in after all. "Ok team, we took this job. Let's get it done."
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Dana moved in quietly, relying on camera feeds to ensure none of the Maelstrom could see her on her approach. She checked her DA8 Umbra as she flicked comms to her other solos as they made their approaches, there were only two Maelstrom outside, and they seemed disinterested in their surrounds. But something about this felt strange. "Boss. Did you see that?"
She turned her head to look at Harper, she had her D5 Sidewinder aimed skywards. And a frantic look on her face. Dana scanned the skies where her sister was looking and saw it. A small drone in the shape of a skull was hovering twenty metres above them. It's cybernetic eyes staring down at them.
When she turned her gaze back down, she looked at the Maelstrom.
They weren't actually relaxed she realised. They were trying to look relaxed, their hands were hovering over the grips and triggers of their weapons, and the hand that looked like it was casually resting on the top of the weapon was positioned a moment from sliding under and taking the weight. They hadn't taken a drag of smokes, or brought out a drug inhaler. "We're rumbled." She said. "Go loud."
The Nekomata wielded by Paul cracked and suddenly the man that had been targeted was advancing his weapon held level and a wall of light ripped out followed mere microseconds later by the second Maelstromer. The second shot from the Nekomata... failed to land again. Paul was not that bad an aim and Dana looked as she unleashed a burst from her Umbra, aiming centre mass and the Maelstromer reeled under the shots. "This is Tomas. Something is interfering with my sights."
Dana turned and saw it. "Tomas! Turn!" But the blade wielded by the being with a domed head flashed and Pauls head bounced down to the city streets below. It's strange piston legs slammed to full extension and Tomas' killer leapt across towards them, the crackling weapon in one fist matched only by the gun in the other which blasted burst of fire her way. The initial shot missed, but every other round in the burst followed the first into the hold it had made. Fire lanced in her shoulder and she rolled away and realised the energy weapons were punching clear through her cover.
She also realised that the incoming fire was herding them.
She had to make a call. "Storm the building. Focus on these two." Tomas might be dead, but there were still four experienced Solos against two gangers. She unleashed a burst into the head of the closest and dropped him like a stone while focussed fire dropped the other. And one grenade toss burst the roller-door and they surged into the lair of these Maelstrom. Suddenly there was a wailing transmission from Paul, laced with panic. "There's a demon in the skies after me. Dana! It's a trap. They were expecting somebody!"
As they entered, their implants seeking out targets, the interior lights snapped on and she saw thirty Maelstrom on the catwalks above. Most of them bearing the same weapon as the men outside. Half a dozen bore different weapons. Crackling electricity wreathed two of them. The other four had weapons glowing with power.
"Welcome." The voice came from a massive Maelstromer. He stood behind the controls of a tracked machine, with four massive barrels pointed right at her chest. "Fortunately, you're not the corpo attack team we were expecting.
"Who the hell are you?" Dana asked as she held her weapon pointed towards the ceiling. She was a Solo. Not stupid.
"I am Royce. Formerly of the Maelstrom..." Interrupting him Dana blurted.
"Formerly?"
Royce nodded. "The Maelstrom no longer exist. I am now Princeps Royce of the Skitarius. Loyal son of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Favoured of the Omnissiah. And we don't want to waste talent, if you tell us the fixer who gave you the job, you can walk out here with the same eddies they offered you to hunt us."
Dana blinked in surprise. Stabbing your fixer in the back was a quick way to an early grave. Trying to continue the job was swan diving into it. She told him.
The Maelstroms End
Anderson was not having a great day. For all it appeared to change to peons on the ground level, security analysts knew the truth of the matter, Night City didn't change. The gangs scuffled with one another. The citizens committed any crimes they thought would get them just one more rung up the ladder. Charity was just a hook with plentiful strings attached and... he dismissed the train of thought, it was depressing, even for him.
And unfortunately, it was also central to the entire problem he was now facing. The report crossing his desk was unwelcome, unwanted, and had the potential to annoy his superior officers, which was never a great path to career advancement. And this one was a hell of a doozy. Maelstrom, one of the most violent gangs in night city, if not the most violent, with almost half its twelve hundred member roster being clinical cyberpsychos....
Had seemingly changed overnight. Brick had been supplanted by someone they were whispering of called the Archmagos. That wasn't really worthy of his attention on its own, in fact it wouldn't have surprised him if there had been a leadership upset for a more psychopathic individual who would lead the gang to further and greater acts of violence. Those wannabe full borgs were just wired that way. No, the problem was that the direction they had taken was harder to plot. It's trajectory impossible to identify.
"Anna, zip me the detes on the Animals attempt to claim that Maelstrom hideout in Pacifica." The files appeared in his buffer and he accessed the one that he'd been warned he was not going to like.
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The point of view was a security camera on a building across the street. Three vans packed with the Animals crashed through road barriers and they poured from their vehicle with machineguns, shotguns and more clutched in all sorts of augmented limbs. They headed straight for the building that...
Freeze frame: Zoom. Skull/Cyber/Cog sigil. Resume
They didn't wait, opening fire as they advanced, the crashing weight of fire from twenty Animals was actually pretty impressive, for a gang job it was a well planned hit. He wondered if they had a netrunner running cover over the operation. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if his time had been wasted by the little shit on the ground who sent it in. And then Maelstrom appeared. And Anderson froze the image once more. Their weapons weren't anything he'd ever seen or heard of in Night City. And when he resumed, a crashing wall of light rippled out. The grunts opening fire with extremely potent laser weaponry into the approaching animals, the merciless weapons were quite effective when they struck flesh, if less so when they struck better protected implants.
But the lasers were the least of the weapons the Maelstrom brought. Bottled lightning ripped out from two of their weapons and when they struck, the arced across to nearby Animals, and those weapons were far more effective against anything they struck. The Animals reeled, struck and caught by surprise from the sheer different level of technology thrown against them. Their big dumb bruisers continuing to charge in, machineguns in hand chattering away. Several of the Maelstrom fell back and the entire game changed.
On a set of tracks a machine rolled from within with a Maelstrom at the rear and four weapons bound together. When they fired the lead Animal ceased to exist. The four weapons had unleashed a single spear of light as thick as a mans arm each, and they converged on the animal explosively vaporising him and passing through to annihilate one of the vans they had arrived in, its fuel erupting in an explosion that rocked the streets.
The animals broke. Those that could reach their vehicle climbed in and engines were gunned. A second van and its occupants failed to escape as the tracked machine turned and focussed the full firepower of its laser weapons on it. Those Animals that couldn't make it to a van surrendered on the spot. "So much for that." Anderson said preparing to close the file before he realised it was timestamped.
What they wanted him to see was here. Not the fight.
The Animals were captured. The Maelstrom didn't kill them or tear them apart. They captured them and dragged them into the building. The tracked machine reversing back into where it had come from. The footage zoomed some minutes later as an Emperor emblazoned with the sigil pulled up. Once more the Animals were dragged into the light.
The creature that got out of the Emperor moved over on a bizarre leg arrangement and faced the prisoners that had been taken. The camera switched as the Arasaka operative selected one nearby with audio capability.
"Archmagos." The Maelstrom knelt. The being moved along the line of the animals. Studying them closely, occasionally a tentacle would reach out and grip one, studying it.
"These four, bring them to the Alpha site. Take the others to the Beta site." The being declared in a mechanical voice. The being turned to the camera and blurted a sound.
All footage of the area ceased.
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Anderson now knew that he was about to have a very long and unpleasant day. The first thing he did was send a flurry of commands out to his most trustworthy operations squad and ensure that their discretionary budget had an injection of material that would allow for a heavier arsenal than was typical, and a blank report was formatted to be filled with data.
Comfort didn't fill him as he put down the eddies to hire a team of cyberpunks to hit the place with more than a brute gangsters forces.
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Dana looked at the job and the eddies on offer. This was the kind of job that could land them seats in afterlife, or featuring tickets to their own funerals. The problem was the price point was almost at the sweet spot, where the possibility of the job being a suicide run was almost worth the rist. And Dana's team wasn't a small group of rookies. It was larger than most punk groups, five solos, a netrunner, medtech and a couple of nomads. As they rolled through the city the bottom line of the problem was the subject of the job.
:Maelstrom have established a presence at the target facility.:
:Your task is to remove Maelstrom from the facility by any means necessary.:
:Report back to the Fixer who will deploy the secondary team.:
:Your task is to remove Maelstrom from the facility by any means necessary.:
:Report back to the Fixer who will deploy the secondary team.:
The details on the facility were sparse, and that troubled her more than anything. "Paul, tell me you've learned some real intel before we get our tits caught in a vice?" The Netrunner frowned without turning from his position in a tub of ice.
"No joy boss. Some corpo runners had been in the system and stripped all surveillance for an hour period yesterday. But I can confirm Maelstrom are in there. But the local net for the facility itself boss? That shit is burned. There's something else running through those networks now, and it doesn't talk with our stuff." Dana cursed as she glanced at the Netrunner again. "Yes boss. I'm telling you that I am going to be absolutely no help once you enter the building."
She hissed in annoyance before calling Tomas. "You have sights on?"
The man who replied whispered in an effeminate voice, she could picture him on his perch, the Nekomata resting in his hands with the calm grace of a child in a doting parents hands. "I could drop one of them right now. But boss. I have no idea what the hell that gun is." An image shot across the teams network.
Cables connected to a backpack, and they watched through Tomas' feed as he panned over to another. It carried an identical weapon. And it was then Dana felt like the job was achievable. If those two hadn't noticed Tomas, then they might be able to sneak in after all. "Ok team, we took this job. Let's get it done."
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Dana moved in quietly, relying on camera feeds to ensure none of the Maelstrom could see her on her approach. She checked her DA8 Umbra as she flicked comms to her other solos as they made their approaches, there were only two Maelstrom outside, and they seemed disinterested in their surrounds. But something about this felt strange. "Boss. Did you see that?"
She turned her head to look at Harper, she had her D5 Sidewinder aimed skywards. And a frantic look on her face. Dana scanned the skies where her sister was looking and saw it. A small drone in the shape of a skull was hovering twenty metres above them. It's cybernetic eyes staring down at them.
When she turned her gaze back down, she looked at the Maelstrom.
They weren't actually relaxed she realised. They were trying to look relaxed, their hands were hovering over the grips and triggers of their weapons, and the hand that looked like it was casually resting on the top of the weapon was positioned a moment from sliding under and taking the weight. They hadn't taken a drag of smokes, or brought out a drug inhaler. "We're rumbled." She said. "Go loud."
The Nekomata wielded by Paul cracked and suddenly the man that had been targeted was advancing his weapon held level and a wall of light ripped out followed mere microseconds later by the second Maelstromer. The second shot from the Nekomata... failed to land again. Paul was not that bad an aim and Dana looked as she unleashed a burst from her Umbra, aiming centre mass and the Maelstromer reeled under the shots. "This is Tomas. Something is interfering with my sights."
Dana turned and saw it. "Tomas! Turn!" But the blade wielded by the being with a domed head flashed and Pauls head bounced down to the city streets below. It's strange piston legs slammed to full extension and Tomas' killer leapt across towards them, the crackling weapon in one fist matched only by the gun in the other which blasted burst of fire her way. The initial shot missed, but every other round in the burst followed the first into the hold it had made. Fire lanced in her shoulder and she rolled away and realised the energy weapons were punching clear through her cover.
She also realised that the incoming fire was herding them.
She had to make a call. "Storm the building. Focus on these two." Tomas might be dead, but there were still four experienced Solos against two gangers. She unleashed a burst into the head of the closest and dropped him like a stone while focussed fire dropped the other. And one grenade toss burst the roller-door and they surged into the lair of these Maelstrom. Suddenly there was a wailing transmission from Paul, laced with panic. "There's a demon in the skies after me. Dana! It's a trap. They were expecting somebody!"
As they entered, their implants seeking out targets, the interior lights snapped on and she saw thirty Maelstrom on the catwalks above. Most of them bearing the same weapon as the men outside. Half a dozen bore different weapons. Crackling electricity wreathed two of them. The other four had weapons glowing with power.
"Welcome." The voice came from a massive Maelstromer. He stood behind the controls of a tracked machine, with four massive barrels pointed right at her chest. "Fortunately, you're not the corpo attack team we were expecting.
"Who the hell are you?" Dana asked as she held her weapon pointed towards the ceiling. She was a Solo. Not stupid.
"I am Royce. Formerly of the Maelstrom..." Interrupting him Dana blurted.
"Formerly?"
Royce nodded. "The Maelstrom no longer exist. I am now Princeps Royce of the Skitarius. Loyal son of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Favoured of the Omnissiah. And we don't want to waste talent, if you tell us the fixer who gave you the job, you can walk out here with the same eddies they offered you to hunt us."
Dana blinked in surprise. Stabbing your fixer in the back was a quick way to an early grave. Trying to continue the job was swan diving into it. She told him.
Suseiseki
Last Order Songstress
- Location
- Peru
They are powerfull.... but when the enemy is an aberration of nature or a thing that comes from the other side or they dont die when they are killed... twice. Yeah they look weak and their anal retentive need to not create anything new doesnt help at all.
- Pronouns
- Mr
What fic is this? Cold you give a link?
Kadaeux
Delta Imperator
- Location
- Vortice between realities
The Wandering ; (Planetary Annihilation Multicross SI.) Crossover
A wandering SI ends up in a Delta Commander travelling the universe...s
forums.sufficientvelocity.com
what is the wanderer? can i has linkz pleeze?
Behold brothers and sisters! The God-Machine has risen! The God-Machine answer to our prayers and send his angels to help us to doing his will!
Finally no more must fear the Corporations who repress us! No more must fear the Police who serve them and kill us! No more must fear the Cybepsychosis! Because finally we are free!
Come with me brothers and sisters, come with me to the temple! Take your iron and flesh and come withe me, take you guns and your faith and come with to the Temple of the God-Machine!
Come Brothers and Sisters, come with me to the revolution! Come with me to spread the word of the Machine-God! Come with me to silence the lies of the fake Gods of this world and their Corporate servants!
Come! We don't need to fear them anymore!
- Unknown citizen of the city of Night City, 2077.
P.S. You have fulfill my drams men, thank you so much <3
P..P.S. I wonder what happen if they go to Deus Ex world..... i mean, in the second chapter of the series pratically they're doing an HERESY against the Machine-God!
Finally no more must fear the Corporations who repress us! No more must fear the Police who serve them and kill us! No more must fear the Cybepsychosis! Because finally we are free!
Come with me brothers and sisters, come with me to the temple! Take your iron and flesh and come withe me, take you guns and your faith and come with to the Temple of the God-Machine!
Come Brothers and Sisters, come with me to the revolution! Come with me to spread the word of the Machine-God! Come with me to silence the lies of the fake Gods of this world and their Corporate servants!
Come! We don't need to fear them anymore!
- Unknown citizen of the city of Night City, 2077.
P.S. You have fulfill my drams men, thank you so much <3
P..P.S. I wonder what happen if they go to Deus Ex world..... i mean, in the second chapter of the series pratically they're doing an HERESY against the Machine-God!