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11: Getting a Leg up

Son of Sasquatch | Cyberpunk Edgerunners SI

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11: Getting a Leg up

Son of Sasquatch | Cyberpunk Edgerunners SI

Video Games · Bakkughan

Ma was correct about that decrepit region though. A giant pile of shit, rotting away in the corpse of the corpo paradise that should've been built there. Then again, I didn't give two fucks about Pacifica itself, just who was there. I wanted to wipe the Voodoo Boys out of fucking existence, send their souls off screaming towards the AI gods they worship so much.

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Perhaps. Rancho Coronado was cyberpunk suburbia down to a T and as such made every edgerunner, solo and gangoon want to tear out their hair or blow up a cityblock at the sheer mundaness of it all. No wonder foolish little Lenny would've stopped by the Animals fighting ring, it was one of the most exciting things to do around these parts, which was depressing enough in and of itself. Still, I managed to convince Sasquatch to expand Southwards anyways because at least it connected the turf we already had throughout the rest of Coronado and greater San Domingo to the San Morro Bay. Access to the harbors of Night City was worth its weight in gold to smugglers like us, especially since we actually operated out of territory of our own, which was unique among the otherwise turf-less Animal gang.

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Intercepting and extracting a corpo cunt while he was mid transit. Survival of target required. Arasaka job, so high risk too. It had so many red flags over it you'd think the USSR came in and claimed NC for the glorious cause of communism. Actually, depending on whatever ends up happening to Mikhail Akulov, that's not even that far from the truth.

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The situation is still a little tense, but for now it doesn't seem as if any blood is gonna be spilled. Well… more blood, at least. It's at that moment that another Animal, this one from our pack, hurries up to me. As far as Animals go, he's pretty slim, having merely a bodybuilder's physique instead of some proper muscle on him, the contrast all the clearer as he steps up beside me.

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There's various clicks and clacks as hammers are cocked and gunbarrels are aimed towards me as I slowly straighten, though none of the Animals seem very keen on avenging their late boss. This is only further enforced by my Mom speaking up from behind them, a Techtronika Pozhar held easily in each meaty fist. The Soviet shotgun was known for its kick-back breaking bones if you didn't have the chrome for 'em, but Ma has been swinging around a man-sized sledgehammer since I was in diapers. She can handle 'em easy.

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What, just because we like brawling and prefer melee weapons, you thought Animals don't carry heat? This is NC, everyone and their grandma carries a shooter (no, really, grannies wielding decades-old Tacticians amount to close to 70% of all failed B&E's). You go around without a weapon and you're just asking for some random gonk to hand your ass over to the Scavs to pull out and sell your brain: clearly you weren't making much use of it anyways.

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The alpha's death happens fast enough his flunkies are still scrambling to draw their guns, some of them haphazardly pulling old Nova's from waistbands and some poorly maintained Guillotines and Pulsar's from shoulder straps. Oh, look, one guy even brought along a Crusher. Paranoid fellow, aren't you?

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Video Games · Bakkughan

The alpha's death happens fast enough his flunkies are still scrambling to draw their guns, some of them haphazardly pulling old Nova's from waistbands and some poorly maintained Guillotines and Pulsar's from shoulder straps. Oh, look, one guy even brought along a Crusher. Paranoid fellow, aren't you?

Son of Sasquatch | Cyberpunk Edgerunners SI

Video Games · Bakkughan

The alpha's death happens fast enough his flunkies are still scrambling to draw their guns, some of them haphazardly pulling old Nova's from waistbands and some poorly maintained Guillotines and Pulsar's from shoulder straps. Oh, look, one guy even brought along a Crusher. Paranoid fellow, aren't you?

Son of Sasquatch | Cyberpunk Edgerunners SI

Video Games · Bakkughan

The alpha's death happens fast enough his flunkies are still scrambling to draw their guns, some of them haphazardly pulling old Nova's from waistbands and some poorly maintained Guillotines and Pulsar's from shoulder straps. Oh, look, one guy even brought along a Crusher. Paranoid fellow, aren't you?

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I recognize the guy from the game: Logan Garcia, owner of Tripple Extreme Gym in Rancho Coronado, San Domingo. Well, we're Animals, so we may call it a Gym, but mostly it's just a fighting ring held in a repurposed paint factory (some of the Animals "cleverly" joke that now it's a pain factory. Those are the smart ones too). I know the old rundown place like the back of my hand, considering I beat the shit out of Rhino here in an alternate universe. Haven't met her yet, but I have met Mr. Garcia here.

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Video Games · Bakkughan

I recognize the guy from the game: Logan Garcia, owner of Tripple Extreme Gym in Rancho Coronado, San Domingo. Well, we're Animals, so we may call it a Gym, but mostly it's just a fighting ring held in a repurposed paint factory (some of the Animals "cleverly" joke that now it's a pain factory. Those are the smart ones too). I know the old rundown place like the back of my hand, considering I beat the shit out of Rhino here in an alternate universe. Haven't met her yet, but I have met Mr. Garcia here.

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He's struggling to get air back into his synth-lungs, the cyberware in a tizzy after the pin-point strike of my elbow applied directly and vigorously to his solar plexus. He's in so much pain, he doesn't even focus on me anymore, occupied with more direct concerns, such as the act of breathing.

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Rhett lurches forwards, a fist shooting towards my torso, the chrome in his shoulder groaning and sparking in protest at the sudden movement. It's decently fast, I suppose, especially considering the state of him, but I was faster than him even before I kept beating on his stomach worse than a pimp dealing with his 2-eddie joytoy in the backalleys of Jig-Jig Street.

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The only one against which I had really put my foot down and the one argument I've ever won against Sasquatch, was outright refusing to get a tail fitted. Ma could claim it would aid with my balance in fights all she wanted; I very firmly told her I would throw myself straight into Laguna Bend if she tried fitting me with one.

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Honestly, Emeric, the bouncer for Afterlife, could be practically considered a genius amongst my kind. Then again, I'm pretty sure he got out pretty early after some gig he did that had Rogue's fingers all over it. Now he's standing outside the doors leading to a former morgue all damn day, trying to look mean and not shiver.

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Though most people call me Sim instead. Even my mom calls me Sim these days, instead of my given name of Michael K. Rose. Then again, I strongly suspect that she was the one that came up with the nickname in the first place. After all, everyone calls her Sasquatch instead of Matilda too.

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