Turn 9:
Morgan Blackhand watched you from across the rooftop, his gaze unreadable beneath the dim red glow of Night City's skyline. He had the presence of a man who had seen too much, killed too many, and still walked the earth with purpose. The way he stood, arms crossed, weight perfectly balanced, made it clear—he wasn't here to waste time.
You exhaled, leaning back against the AC unit, the metal cool against your spine. "So," you said, voice steady despite the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins, "are you gonna take me to Militech?" You shot him a look, half challenge, half resignation. "Make me work for them?"
Blackhand didn't answer right away. He just sighed, straightening up, the weight of a decision pressing into his shoulders. Then, finally, he shook his head.
"No."
That single word didn't bring relief. If anything, it unsettled you even more. Because it meant he had something else in mind—something unpredictable, something you weren't prepared for.
You narrowed your eyes. "Then what do you want?"
Blackhand studied you for a moment before finally speaking. "So… you're the one who built all those weapons that saved your friends. And the armor that let you walk into the belly of the beast—Arasaka itself—without thinking about the consequences."
You gave a small shrug. "I was more dragged into it."
Blackhand smirked, just a flicker of amusement before his expression hardened again. "Doesn't change the facts." He took a step closer, his voice dropping into something firm and final. "I need a weapon."
That caught your attention. "What kind?"
"If your craftsmanship is as good as they say, I want something that can handle my kind of work."
You nodded, already running through blueprints in your head. "Alright. Details?"
"Combat rifle. Chambered in either .30-06 or 7.62 NATO. Self-cleaning, fully customizable."
You exhaled, already doing the mental math on materials, weight, recoil control. "Fire rate?"
"Single-shot, three-round burst, and full auto," he answered without hesitation.
"Scope, sights?"
"Total modification capability."
"Stock material? Wood, polymer? You want to base it on an existing frame—Armalite platform, AK—"
"Completely custom," he interrupted. "Something new. Something no one's seen before." His eyes locked onto yours. "Can you do it?"
You grinned, the challenge setting a fire in your blood. "Hell yeah. But it's gonna take me some time."
Blackhand's expression didn't shift. "Then I suggest you work fast."
He turned, looking out over the city, the neon lights reflecting in his cybernetic hand. "Because sooner or later, someone's gonna come knocking for you. And when they do, you're gonna want to be holding something very fucking special."
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Your mother stood in the lobby, her presence like a storm cloud darkening the sterile corporate lighting. You remained seated, casually sprawled across the worn leather couch, watching her with a bemused smirk. She stood stiff and poised, a perfect Arasaka executive, yet beneath her cold exterior, you could see the cracks.
She wasted no time. "You stole the building?"
You leaned back, stretching your arms over the backrest. "No," you said smoothly. "That was Arasaka's own stupidity, trying to throw tenants out. Night City stole the building, and even the great Arasaka Corporation can't bury something that blatantly illegal—not here, not in this city."
Her lips thinned. "You are coming back to Japan."
You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are." Her voice was sharp, commanding. "I am still your mother, and you are still a minor."
"Perhaps," you admitted, "but I seem to recall a certain contract I signed with Father… a very interesting thing. Let's pull it up, shall we?"
You grabbed the remote and flicked it toward the television. The screen blinked to life, displaying a scrolling contract, moving down like the opening crawl of an old Star Wars film. Line after line passed until it stopped on one particular clause, highlighted in stark white text.
Emancipated from parental authority.
You turned to look at her, relishing the way her face twisted from calculated control to seething rage.
"Father emancipated me," you said, voice laced with mock politeness. "In addition to a very generous set of perks that will activate once I turn eighteen."
"You little bastard—" she hissed, but then she reached into her coat, pulling out a sleek, matte-black remote. The moment her thumb pressed down, her expression flickered with certainty.
And then nothing happened.
You grinned, tilting your head. "Ah… that was supposed to be the doll chip you had installed in my head, wasn't it? The one I removed when Father told me about it?" You clucked your tongue. "The one that would make me the perfect little obedient son? Smiling, nodding, following you back into slavery?"
Her hand trembled slightly, her composure cracking as she stared at the useless remote.
You rose to your feet, slow and deliberate, drawing your pistol with a practiced ease. The click of the safety going off filled the silence between you.
"You never had control over me," you said, voice low, cold. "You left me. You left me alone for so long, I don't even consider you anything more than a genetic donor."
Her nostrils flared. "I did what was best for—"
"Who in their right fucking mind," you interrupted, stepping closer, "sends their own child halfway across the world, alone, to live in an apartment in a crime-ridden, corpo-run, festering shithole with a stranger that was told to kill you if you didn't obey them!?"
She didn't answer.
You exhaled, shaking your head. "But you know what?" you said, tilting your gun slightly, tapping the barrel against your temple like you were considering something. "I should thank you. Because out here, I learned who I really am. I learned what the world actually is. And I learned what I want to be."
You smiled—a slow, dangerous thing.
"So now, you're going to turn around and walk out of my building before I exercise my legal right to blow your fucking brains out."
For a moment, she said nothing, her chest rising and falling with shallow, controlled breaths. And then, unable to contain it, she let out a sound—a furious, guttural noise that wasn't quite a scream but carried the weight of complete and utter defeat.
"This is not over—"
"Yes, it is," you cut her off, voice devoid of warmth. "If you ever truly loved me, you'd accept what's happened. And if you're smart, you'll pray that as I grow older, I find it in myself to forgive you, rather than hold a grudge that will end with you dying."
Her glare burned into you for one long, lingering moment before she turned sharply on her heel and stalked toward the exit.
And just like that, she was gone.
Reward: Arasaka RElations are now at 2/10. They no longer can give you missions.
You no longer go to Arasaka Academy. And those missions are now locked out.
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You have one mission. Make Morgan Blackhand a new Battlerifle. A rifle that will be incredible for an incredible solo.
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Night City is Asking you to pay tax of 5,000 eddies this turn.
[]Pay them
[]do not pay them (This will have consequences.)
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You now have only 4 safe actions. (That are considered safe actions) Safe Actions: You have safe Actions, these actions can be taken without any repercussions or roll against you by your parents or other forces.
[]I Believe in Me: You look at those kids who are now squatting in your apartment, who were now scattered across the city. And they had nothing. Nothing except hope in you. You need to repay that hope.
[]Shakes won't stop: Stella is looking at the final note that her father wrote to her… abandoning her… just because she had been targeted for death. She… still dosen't belive what she is reading.
[]Love Like Fire: Rouge wants to meet at the Atlantis. She's... wishing to say a few things to you.
[]I Have Met a Nice South African: Malcolm hasn't left his room in two days. And as you opened the door. He was playing russian roulette… "Come on join me… I shouldn't be fucking alive anyway." He… loaded another bullet and spun the chamber. "Don't deserve to be alive anymore."
[]Some Ideas to Stay Alive: Some of the old Farm Kids from the interior, those that were in the academy, had some ideas that could be interesting. Trying to find a way to make the building more food and energy-independent.
[]Marketing: So some of Stella's marketing friends, who were good at selling useless things for profit from the trash, little kids who were surely foing to not go far in the marketing department… have tried to come up with ideas to make your weapons even more… valuble.
[]Make a Corp: You are going to found a corp, not out of getting rich, but to keep you, and everyone else alive. Because alone, you are all fucked. But working together… that might save you all
-[]What do you call the Corp you found
[]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
[]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
[]Meet with Vic: Underground doctors for hire. They are usually discreet, but honestly… you never really know with them. There is a ripper down the street and you can meet him.
-[]What do you want to modify?
[]Join a Night Market: Set up shop at one of the infamous underground markets, where you can trade your creations and make connections with other outcasts and opportunists. (This is a free option)
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You have two Workshop Action (This is separate from the actions above)
The Workshop is where all the magic happens, where you can gather materials, build weapons and armor, and begin to make your mark… one weapon or armor at a time.
You get 1 Rare component every turn.
Current Components:
11440 Common Components (These are the standard components, and they are used to build anything. They offer a malus of -1 to the quality of the final product)
7820 Uncommon Components (These are less common but no less useful components. Using
They offer no bonus or malus to the quality of the final product)
5388 Rare components (The Best of the best that money can buy. Using Them offer a +2 to the quality of the final product)
1005 Very Rare components (The kind you have to make yourself. You do not have the equipment to upgrade components to this tier. Using Them offer a +5 to the quality of the final product)
555 Super Rare Components. (The kind that requires special equipment to make, you do not have the equipment to make. Using Them offers a +8 to the quality of the final product)
120 Legendary components. (You can only gain them through successful edge runner missions from people who use your weapons. Using Them offers a +10 to the quality of the final product)
[]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
-[]What weapon do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use?
--[]How many do you make (You can make only 50 weapons in total) Pistols, knives and blunt weapons and SMG's cost 5 components. Rifles cost 10, Heavy Weapons cost 20. These component costs can very depending on the weapon, and will be subject to QM statments.
[] Craft Armor (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making more armor. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
-[]What Armor do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use?
--[]How many do you make (You can make only 2 Armor pieces in tota fur to the technology and equipment you gave) All Light armor costs 50 components. Medium 75, Heavy Armor 100
[]Make Ammunition: You will make ammo for weapons. It might not be sexy, but it's neccesery.
-[]What Type of ammo do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use.
[]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
-[]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better)
[]The Tech: You need an RND lab… so might as well build one.
[]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
-[]Capacity
-[]Tech
-[]Power
-[]Security
[]Upgrading components: You will modify and make the components better.
-[]What components would you like to upgrade
--[]How many (Every component costs 2 to upgrade 1 tier of component better. Can only get up to Rare as you don't have the equipment for upgrading them to that.)
Missions are currently unavailable due to Night City still recovering.
