Becoming a Legend
Disclaimer: I don't own Cyberpunk 2077 or the Fate Series. They are rightful the property CD Projekt RED and Type-Moon
Prologue
Dexter DeShawn knew this heist had been a shit idea from the start.
He had pegged the client, Evelyn Parker, as trouble the second he laid optics on her. He'd dealt with her type before. Scheming and manipulative. Able to put on a charming facade but would be ready sell out their choom if it would get them head in life.
It had come as no surprise to Dexter when V had informed him that Parker had tried to convince her into cutting him out of his share of the Eddie's.
Add together her sketchy connection to the boys from Pacifica and the Joytoy came off as trust worthy as a Scav in an implants store.
As for the actual gig itself. While messing with Arasaka corporate grunts was common place in the biz, trying to rob the heir apparent was not. Most people weren't that suicidal.
Under normal circumstances, Dexter would turned have down the job, as he was of the opinion that it wasn't worth the risks involved.
But the Pacifica gang war he was involved two years prior had led to Dexter having to lay low for a long while. As such his reputation in the Fixer community had suffered considerably.
He was no longer as powerful or influential as he liked.
The big players were all snubbing Dexter while cocky upstarts and small time amateurs thought that they could rip him off with out fear of reprisal.
The situation with that psycho, Royce, neatly highlighted the fact that unless Dexter pulled off something suitable impressive soon, his career as a big timer Fixer would continue to steadily decline until he was nothing but a washed up has been.
So against his better judgment, Dexter had decided to gamble on pulling this off. Gambled and lost big time.
It didn't matter that pair of mercs, Jackie and V, hadn't been responsible for offing Saburo Araska.
The fact was that everyone involved in the heist was fucked with a capital F; getting caught stealing was bad enough, but potentially being implicated in the Emperor's murder? Arasaka exterminators were no doubt scouring all of Night City for them at this very moment.
It was past time to Delta the fuck out of here
Turn away from V's corpse and heading for the door, Dexter activated his Holo and had a brief conversation with person on the other end.
"Yeah. Shuttle I booked. Today. No, can't wait till dawn. One seat. I'll pay the premium. Spaceport, Terminal four. Got it."
Ending the call, Dexter halted just as was he about to open the door, a sense of foreboding freezing him in his tracks.
He turn back to face the room and was startled. Somehow that merc, V, was back on their feet, now sporting some kind of blue and black amour instead of the formal duds she'd been wear for the heist.
How was she not fucking dead!? He had put a bullet in her head at pointblank range.
Shit, the bitch must've had that cyberware implant, Second Heart. A top of the line implant like should've been far out of her price range, however, it was the only thing that made any sense.
Glaring at Dexter with suddenly slitted red eyes, V took a step towards him.
Dexter's bodyguard, Oleg, reacted first, rushing V with the intent on flatlining her but was causally brushed aside with an effortlessly sweep of her arm.
The hulking man was sent crashing into the wall before slumping down in a boneless heap on the floor, his face visibly caved in.
What the fuck?! That shouldn't be possible!
That backhanded blow from her slender limb shouldn't have made Oleg so much as flinch thanks to his cybernetically enhancements, and yet it was as if he had been slugged by someone possessing Gorilla arms.
Finally snapped out of his surprised stupor, Dexter leveled his gun, Plan B, at V and pulled the trigger.
Abruptly, a fierce whirlwind formed around the female merc, causing the bullet veer off target.
Seriously, what the fuck is happening?
There was a sudden flash of red light and a two meter long crimson spear materialised in V's right hand out of seemingly thin air.
It dawn on Dexter that he may have been a tad too hasty in attempting to zero his business associate to try and cover up his involvement this mess.
"Now, hold on, dawg." said Dexter, dropping his gun and trying to back away from the furious merc.
"You'll need me if you want to stand a chance of getting out of Night City before the Arasaka ninjas catch up to you."
His back fetched up against the room's exit. Now if he could just move fast enough to get out the door and lock it behind him, he might be able to escape while she was occupied with breaking through it.
"So le'ss put aside your grievance with me for now and I'll guarantee you a seat on a shutt-"
A sudden sharp pain in Dexter's chest cut him off.
Looking down, Dexter found that V's had completely run him through with her spear.
Dexter last thought was realising that his choice hadn't mattered in the end. He would neither die in a blaze o' glory or get to live a quiet life.
Author's notes:
While I'd enjoyed cyberpunk, I felt as though the character of Johnny Silverhand was a waste of potential. All the trailers and lore implied that he was a badass warrior rockstar who kick the shit out of corpo for breakfast while still hungover from last night's bender.
Instead we got a preachy asshole who'd fucked up everything that he tried his hand at. If he wasn't voiced by Keanu Reeves I probably would've end up actually hating the character.
So I decided that rather than the engram of some failure of a rebel rockstar, what if V instead plugged in the Saint Graph of a certain Irish hero in her head.
Image all the havoc a Demi servant V would cause in Night City.
Oh, btw, V was wearing CĂș Chulainn armor from Fate/Extella in case you were wondering.
