『Rebecca』
Rebecca was currently having the worst time of her life.
It was a good day, her crew had a run a gig yesterday, her wallet was full of eddies, she was heading home after hanging out at Lizzie's bar when she was snatched up by some fucking Maelstrom gangoons.
She obviously shot at them, but the fuckers were so chromed to the gills the bullet bounced off the mans head. So she was easily captured, and she now was currently in the process of cursing out everything, every god and everyone she knew while being strapped to a table naked with a creepy twitchy doctor looming over her with his 16 glowing red optics.
"Ah, your body is so shitty. Half the scrap we have won't fit, I guess we'll have to replace some bones first."
"Mmph! Mpffff!!!"
Rebecca raged against her shackes as the man the borg picked up a syringe. Her struggle was both parts rage and fear. No one could accuse Rebecca of being a coward, but everyone also knew that being captured by Maelstrom was even with Scavs for being the worst outcomes in night city. Because Maelstrom like to install shitty faulty and painful implants on people they capture for pure shits and giggles only to let them out into the wild to suffer or end up a Cyberpsycho.
Rebecca did not want to spend the rest of her life as a cripple and use her life savings to remove the shitty chrome they install on her, that is if she even managed to survive the chop job. But she could only struggle, the synth leather restraints proved too strong for her unaugmented limbs.
"Now now, no more struggling! This thing will put you to sleep, and maybe you will even wake up afterwards!"
"Fsckckk!"
But before he could shove the syringe into her veins-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Intruder!"
"I'll tear you to fucking shreds-!"
-Bang!
"What the fuck!?"
The warbled voice of the doctor cried out in shock as his operation was interrupted by the sound of gunshots and fighting. And by the sounds of screams coming from voiceboxes instead of natural vocal cords the gearheads were losing for sure. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief, her team had come to rescue her. Unusually fast too.
Once she was let out from there restraints he would personally rip out the balls of those that captured her.
The doctor held his gun and rushed out of the operating room and moments later...
Bang!
But then something confused Rebecca. It was dead silent except the sound of sizzling bullets. No Pilar or Maine shouting for her, no messages, no nothing.
And then the door to where she was strapped down opened again and she saw who she assumed was a man step in. He was not particularly tall, but he felt like he was. Covered head to toe in armor like a Corpo deathsquad member except without any identification. Red lenses that glared and sent a shiver down her spine.
...She looked down at her body strapped to the table and resumed cursing everything in existence.
The man approached eerily, like a total cyberpsycho, not even looking in her direction as he stood near her head. His hand reaching down. She was half expecting him to kill her or to pull his Mr. Studd out but instead he grabbed the tape on her mouth and quickly ripped it off, making her wince.
"Ow! Fuck! ...Soooo, hey choom. Seems like you caught me in a rather strange place, if you could release me I'd be really grateful y'know?"
Even Rebecca, as unwilling to take shit anyone she was, was creeped out by how the man tilted his head before pulling out a fucking Neurotoxin Knife of all things. But thankfully he used it to cut her rather tight restraints instead, making her breathe a sigh of relief.
"So you gonna say anything? A name at least? Or are you mute? What made you come here?"
Rebecca tried to strike up conversation with her knight in blood soaked trenchcoat who seemed to mull over things before coming to an answer.
"Grimm, I'm a mercenary. I came here since I heard of some Maelstrom and wanted to stretch my legs. You?"
Grimm... Grimm... Rebecca felt like she heard of it before but couldn't recall it exactly. At least the Choom could actually speak which made her far less wary of him suddenly bursting into a bout of cyberpschosis. He finally sawed through the last restraint of her leg, making her stretch, but then went to cover herself. While she didn't feel bad about the choom, stretching naked in front of an armed man you just met was not a smart idea.
"Well I'm Rebecca, I'm also a Merc. Guess I'm lucky you decided to stretch your legs when you did, those Maelstrom psycho fucks got me good. Guess I owe you one don't I? You wouldn't have anything to cover myself with while I got look for my clothing would you?"
Rebecca batted her eyelashes at the man who seemed to looking anywhere but her, making her eyebrows furrow. She didn't know if he was listening to her or not but he did grab the surgical curtain and ripped it out with one pull, presenting it to her with an outstretched hand. She took the dirty curtain and wrapped it around herself with a grimace. It was better than nothing. Just barely.
Just as she was about to step forward he held out an arm to stop her.
"...Are you really sure you want to walk around a Maelstrom hideout barefoot?"
Rebecca winced, and nodded. She could probably get a more curable disease by drinking out of the toilet. She sat back down and he pointed towards the door.
"I'll try to find your clothing. Wait here."
"Thanks."
Rebecca replied curtly to the choom who saved her, although she was grateful she also did feel very frustrated because of the circumstances. Thankfully, not long after he left, he came back with her clothes and gun, giving them to her and even turning around. Which she was rather surprised by, you don't get that kind of courtesy much in Night City, especially turning your back on a stranger.
She got dressed as fast as possible and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her, taking a look to at her somewhat intently, making her smirk and nudge his side with her elbow.
"Oh? See something you like choom?"
He refrained from answering making her pout just a little before he spoke.
"You have a car nearby? Or is your house close by?"
"Why? You offerin' to escort me?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"While I'm here, I might as well."
That confirmed it, this choom was definitely not from Night City. Even if he looked like a demon he lacked the edge a local would have.
"Since you're offerin', my car should be near." She confirmed after pinging her car with her neural port. He nodded and they started walking towards the car. Usually leading someone to your car in this city, especially someone you just met was not a good idea. But Rebecca had her guns on her now and wouldn't be taken off guard so she didn't worry about that.
Those Maelstrom gonks only took her because they got the jump on her!
As they walked, her odd companion scratched the back of his head awkwardly and spoke after a bit of deliberation.
"Uhh, would you like to go somewhere later or something...?"
Rebecca blinked at the reaper-like man.
'Is he... seriously trying to flirt with me?'
The contrast between his weirdly formal way of speaking and his attire and the fact that he took down a whole Maelstrom hideout to "Stretch his legs" with how he was awkwardly trying to ask her out made him look funnily charming to Rebecca. She'd even say cute if not for the fact that he took down a fucking Maelstrom hideout without a scratch.
She could give it a shot, he did save her ass and asked for nothing in return. She heavily doubted she could find any other guy in Night City that acted like that.
Feeling the corner of her lips quirk up involuntarily, she punched him in the shoulder.
"Aaaalright then player, Lizzie's Bar, 11 PM today, because fuck I need a drink after all that shit. Think you can make it 'Mr. Grimm'?"
He nodded readily.
"Sure, I'll meet you there. See you later, Rebecca."
And promptly, they reached her car, she opened the door and hopped in before giving a salute to her savior and driving home with a sigh of relief before remembering one thing.
"...Shit, I don't even know what he looks like."
She could only hope he didn't look hideous under that mask.
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Man, Rebecca was certainly pretty.
Man, I am such a fucking virgin.
Why did god not invest any points in charisma when creating me?
Were the thoughts that dominated my mind at the moment as I splayed out over my couch and stared up at the ceiling. I admit, I may have stared at her body a bit too much when I was rescuing her but to be fair that was my first time seeing a naked pretty woman. There was plenty of... not so great nudity in Night City. I tried to get my thoughts out of the gutter with a cold shower.
I had no idea what I was doing when asking out Rebecca, but I wanted to shoot my shot anyway, I liked her from Edgerunners so I wanted to see if I could work out something with her. I was surprised she accepted my offer when I acted with all the charm of a lame plank of wood.
...There was another reason I wanted to stick with her.
Feat Achieved! Save Rebecca's life from Maelstrom
+1x Silver Familiar Gacha Ticket
Saving someone hadn't given me a ticket yet, but Rebecca had given a silver. Was it because she was an important person to the Main Character? Or was it because she was important to me? She had a more notable destiny? I don't know, but I'd like to find out.
And I was quite excited about my first familiar too. I could really use the help to be honest. Without further ado I summoned the silver ticket into my hands and tore it.
Rolling Silver Familiar Gacha...
An Uncommon Familiar!
...What the-
[Giffany]
|Uncommon Familiar|
"Just... Giffany?" A Yandere Ai girlfriend that can possess and manipulate electronics for you, it may take her some time to get through stronger firewalls though, and she is also limited by the CPU of the electronics she possesses. Beware, she may get a little possessive.
Did-
Did I just get the equivalent of a sentient Blackwall Rogue AI as a familiar?
In Cyberpunk?
I should buy a candle and light in the name of RNGesus the best god in existence right next to whoever my patron was.
A/N: We finally meet Rebecca! Grimm be reaperin', and maybe even reapering hearts? Rebecca is fun to write. She didn't get to show off her full gremlinness during this encounter because of circumstances but trust that it will show up plenty later. Grimm is finally starting to get involved with the wider world and it's going to be fun from here.
...I need you all to trust me when I say this is not rigged. The fucking Gacha is sentient. What do you mean he got *Giffany* in *Cyberpunk!?!?* I had plans y'know? I had like a whole direction I planned this thing to go on, I was banking on him rolling something like Taurus Demons not... the Anathema of Cyberpunk herself. But hey, plans are meant to change, that's why it's called the Chaos Gacha. What did you guys think about the roll? I'd love to know.
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