Date: 10th of June, 2075

Location: Night city, Santo Domingo

POV: Omniscient

"Names Victor, who the fuck are you?" Victor spat, as he remained on his motorbike. Now unfazed by Maines presence. While Victor reminisced he understood that Bubbles died many moons ago, his memory never fading; its only duty now to temper his resolve. While his speech pattern changed it was all in effect to blend with the scenery. A merc with a mouth was always a typical attitude nowadays.

"Maine, so what are you doing here?" He asked, aiming his shotgun towards Victor. Maines action ridiculous in retrospect. The equivalent of destroying a vehicle with a water gun.

"Well bless my heart. You Night City fellas sure pull iron out over nothing. What's the big deal here, I'm just tryna get my eddies. Fuckin Fixer fucked me sideways and left me blank a few clicks back," Victor lied, his hands up to demonstrate surrender. Pretending to be scared he scanned Maine, the man's body heavily chromed and fortified.

[SCAN RESULTS: Maine Orwell]

[AFFILIATION: NUSA Armed Forces - infantry (formerly), Von Doom Private army (formerly), solo ]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY $2500)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (0%) ELECTRICITY (70%) POISON (0%)

CYBERWARE: Altered Kyoshi Optics Mk V, Reinforced bone structure, Enhanced Demon arms, Dual projectile Launch system, Von Doom enhanced Exo-skeleton, Enhanced neurological link, Enhanced Synthetic reinforced skin, Neurological switch(locked), Dual heart, enhanced synthetic lungs, Misc

WEAPONRY: Vilorisi precision shotgun, incendiary grenade launcher

Seeing the information Victor was caught off guard by the man's former affiliation.

A former soldier… and one that worked under fathers company. While his profile shows he was a private, any soldier under my father was treated with respect. How despicable had my father survived he may have remained a general. Those Fuckers… How dare they! To strip even the honour of our soldier to this level. Any soldier like this could decimate the mobs here. Just what was a man like himself scrubbing scabs down here, Victor thought, examining him.

"Seems we're in the same boat then. Faraday am I right?" Maine asked lowering his weapon.

"Yeah, I heard shit went south with him. I don't know much after that. Asshole owes me a pinch," Victor responded.

"Tch, that guy owes us like 20k," Maine complained agitated.

"Hey, Hear me out, it seems we've both got something in common. The guy owes me about as much. I'm not much of a charitable guy but I think we can come to an agreement. You scratch my back and you scratch mine. I only wanna see his apartment," Victor reasoned.

"This guy sus?" Maine asked, turning to Sasha. Her eyes going through a deep scan of Victor's profile, the results unsatisfactory to her concerns.

[SCAN RESULTS: Dr Victor Soarta]

[AFFILIATION: Solo ]

INFO:

- WANTED BY TEXAS RANGERS (BOUNTY: $100)

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $500)

CYBERWARE: Custom Optics, enhanced bone structure, enhanced synthetic lungs, enhanced synthetic skin

WEAPONRY: Custom Hand cannon

"Hmm, he seems clean," Sasha voiced, her mind rummaging through the documents over Victor's case only to find nothing.

A bit too clean… She thought, humming.

"Your profile's pretty clean for a merc you know," Maine asked, suspicious of Victor's scans. While he was still wanted by police the man processed equipment that was equivalent to a MaxTac officer. The stench of corporate executioner or hardcore solo plastered over his apparel. So while Hardcore solo seemed correct the latter had no rep whatsoever leaving the latter to be somewhat correct.

Still frozen with his arms up Victor humoured their suspicions, "I'm a Doctor before a Merc. Guy wanted some instalments and he didn't pay up as intended."

"Ripper?" Sasha voiced, her eyes sternly gazing at him.

Never seen a ripper armed like that, sucker must think we're a bunch of chumps, Sasha thought, her eyes never once leaving his figure.

"Of course. I ain't the best but I promise my work is preem." Victor answered.

"So what's the go boss? We trusting this mofo or should we blow him to bits?" Rebecca voiced. Her petite colourful frame casually swinging about.

Maine conjuring the pros and cons, made his decision," fuck it, we'll leave him."

"Try anything though and we'll end you quick." He continued, his weapon now holstered.

"I'm just tryna get my money back is all, no need to be so violent. Y'all fellas seem tense, ever try a Dorph?" Victor questioned, his pace walking to them controlled. Walking amongst them they then stared at the barricaded door.

"How should we get in?" Rebecca asked.

"Could just hack it open," Sasha answered.

"Nah, I'll get it," Maine continued before smashing his finger through the gap and prying it open. The action quick and violent.

"Damn, that's some serious chrome choom." Victor complimented the level of pressure that was excluded from the man equal to that of a moving truck. While lacklustre to his own it was impressive for a mortal.

Ignoring his praise they walked inside and was greeted by the stench of rotten meat. The smell leaving all but Maine and Victor aback. The stench being blocked by Victor and Maine used to it. With corpses littering the ruined apartment, bullet holes scattered about, a sign of struggle present.

"Fuck I hope they didn't flatline him," Kiwi complained.

"I doubt it, can't find his signature amongst em… Gonna need to do some investigating," Sasha revealed, her eyes going over the corpses. Victor deciding to join scanned the first corpse.

[SCAN RESULTS: Jin Yukio]

[AFFILIATION: Tyger Claws]

INFO:

CYBERWARE: Tyger Claw Dermal Implant, Biomonitor, Mantis blades

"Looks like our friend of ours here came across the paws of the Tygers and seeing as none of the Scavs touched the cyberware we're first on the scene," Victor voiced, his body now kneeling to scan over their brain. While rotten would alow for more info.

"Hmm, you're right but what could he have done to go against him?" Sasha wandered.

"He's most likely a loose end. Corpos never like knots," Victor replied, the memories of slicing ones throat emerging. The action euphoric, as it was an Arasaka board member.

"You deal with them?" Sasha asked attempting to fix a damaged computer with Pillar.

"Clientele," Victor answered, the downloaded information now uploaded. While heavily fragmented and limited, a location was set. Westbrook, Japan Town a certain fixer by the name "Wakako" last seen in the memory. Checking Rogues Database her whereabouts now pinged.

"Damn shits busted…" Pilar smacked frustrated. The data from the pc unobtainable.

"What now babe?" Dorio asked Maine.

"Don't know but seeing it's Tyger Claws I don't have much to go off. I don't like dealing with these fuckers," Maine shrugged.

"Fuck chief we ain't gonna miss out on our eddies will we?" Rebecca shouted disappointed.

"Yeah, boss! Come on we gotta do something." Pillar continued.

"Tch, aye Tin face, you got any ideas?" Maine asked Victor. The latter focused on how to approach Wakako without being pressed or attacked by the Tygers.

"Hmm? Me?" Victor answered.

"Nah was talking about the desk beside you fuck head, who else but you? You're the only one with a tin mask, you got any leads?" Maine rudely forwarded.

"Hmm, I got one but I don't think you'll like it," Victor answered.

"Hit me," Maine responded.

"Tyger claw territory, a fixer by the name of "Wakako" might know a thing or two. Did some searches on these guys and they might be tied. Whatever pile of shit our friend stepped in, it has Tyger Claw all over it," Victor revealed, exiting. The sight of more Tyger claws now surrounding the apartment building revealed.

"Looks like we've got company," Sasha voiced ducking under cover, her weapon of choice a smart sub-machine gun. While effective lacked rpm due to its smart capabilities.

"Hmm, only twenty of them though," Victor expressed, seeing their heat signatures through the walls.

"That's a heap you know! Get down if you don't wanna get shot!" Maine ordered as he lowered Dorio and the others to the floor. A hail of rounds sprayed into the apartment. Remaining standing Victor shrugged the bullets and walked out relaxed.

"Bahaha you guys wouldn't last a day in texas," Victor laughed walking out, his revolver by his hip as he readied his aim.

Crashing in, Tiger claws showed, their weapons aimed towards the lonesome figure. As if the world paused around him, Victor shot forward. His hands faster than time as he ended all twenty members in a flash. Their heads bolted through with a .77 calibre bullet. Each one hitting clean on their dome. The altercation ending in a second. With such speed, he moved like the wind, gone within the seconds you felt it.

"What the fuck was that." Rebeca blurted, their responses similar to the scene before them. Victor not wanting to deal with the group of misfits any longer hopped on his motorbike and sped away. The roars of his engine drowned into the city.

"Knew that guy was sketchy…" Sasha voiced seeing the disappearing figure.

"I'm not sure you understand how lucky we are right now," Maine stated seeing the fallen corpses. Each one headless, their brain matter now decorating the streets.

"Whoever that was… He's one bad motherfucker…" Kiwi continued, traces of the man disappearing from her system. Anything linked to him bricked.

"Falco! Let's bounce before the pigs' show, I don't we'll be able to cash in those eddies." Maine ordered.

"But those eddies!" Rebecca shouted disappointed.

"Eddies ain't worth it Bec, best we move on and find a better fixer," Maine affirmed.

"Damn it! Faraday was our only tie in though…" Rebecca sighed.

"It's fine, we'll pull through," Maine calmed their group now walking away. The sirens of police charging in.

Victor zooming past traffic pressed forward towards Chinatown. The traffic laws of Night city more so a suggestion than a law he followed. Reaching Japan Town he revolted at the sight of it. Its sole purpose a reminded of Arasaka's sick influence in the city. A depravity he'd love to remove. While the Japanese were tolerable their backing was not and if it meant that they would die alongside their overlords then it was a sacrifice Victor was willing to take.

"Need help friend?" A Japanese figure asked in a thick Japanese accent. His apparel minimalistic and dirty, a homeless beggar.

"いいえ、元気です ありがとう(No I'm fine thank you)" Victor responded, his accent perfected to that of a local.

"ああ、悪いことに、あなたは嫌なアメリカ人の一人だと思っていました。あなたはミリテック工作員バハハハハのように見えます! (Oh, my bad I thought you were one of those disgusting Americans. You look like a Militech Operative Bahahahaha!)" He jested.

"このあたりにタイガーの爪がたくさんある理由を教えていただけませんか?私はここでかなり新しいです。新たな運命を求めて日本からやってきた? (Say would you be as so kind as to tell me why there are so many Tyger claws around here? I'm quite new here. Came from Japan in search for a new destiny)" Victor asked politely, while he knew they wondered about due to their ties with Arasaka, the way in which they conducted themselves was a mess. While certainly more organised than the trash around the street, Texas followed a more strict code.

As Gang ties in Texas were much more controlled, members of all gangs acting similar to militarised personnel. A gang member didn't simply walk around the street relaxed or harassing citizens. They instead followed the code. A code that ensured harmony, if one was about that life. A member of that life that forced a civilian to be a casualty earned them the title "Marked" their death soon to come. Such rules ensured that peace around the city remained in such a way.

While hits still continued the number of casualties never went beyond a thousand a year. Something Night city struggled with for years. With gun laws in Texas were loose even before the collapse, when it occurred, it allowed the average citizen to carry and arm their selves to any degree. The 2nd amendment allowing any citizen of any age to carry. The sight of a six-year-old carrying an armed bazooka not at all strange or foreign to the streets of Austin. While strange at first such developments made Texas the centre point of ammunition and weaponry manufacturing. The technology developed in the state zooming past any other. For 1 out of 2 citizens being a techie, the state of Texas being one that couldn't be understood with common sense.

This Culture was developed due to NUSA's constant harassment of the state thus a bond was created over their shared hate of the government, with many techies jumping to Texas in hopes of creating weaponry rivalling them. The only thing now halting NUSA being the god himself Victor. After taking control of all the gang members he ruled the underworld of Texas as its king. The crowned emperor "The Allfather" Managing to halt NUSA attempts at crossing their borders. A deal being struck which enabled Victor to halt their efforts for at least two years minimum if there were no complications.

With such power and authority, he was named a terrorist and sanctioned by NUSA. The state now independent of America. Victor's influence now infamous amongst all other states and countries. The name Victor Von Doom "Allfather" a taboo in all of America. His bounty a whopping $4'000'000'000, an amount that topped Rache Bartmoss during his DataKrash. The sign demonstrating the threat that Victor displayed to Americas New found order.

"それなら、あなたは間違った場所に来ました。夜の街はあなたが探していた夢の街ではありません... 悪夢の街です。ここには悪霊が潜んでいて、毎日ここにいるみんなの希望を養っています。ここはタイガークローのテリトリー。それらの悪党には何もうまくいきません。(Then you've come to the wrong place, my friend. Night city isn't the city of dreams you were looking for... It's a city of nightmares. An evil spirit lurks here my friends and every day it feeds on the hopes of everyone here. This is Tyger claw territory, I'd stay away from them if I were you. Nothing comes good with those scoundrels.)" The man warned, his eyes scanning the surrounding Tyger claws.

"あなたの警告の友人に感謝します。どうぞ、お受け取りください。私たちのような人を祝福するために私にできることは、最低限です(I appreciate your warning friend. Here take this, please take it. It's the least I can do to bless you)" Victor thanked before handing the man a small stack of eddies. The cash slipping into his backpack with a tracker following suit. As the man processed no cyberware or optics any quick hack or program meant nothing to him. The man was obviously working with the Tyger Claws, an informant that worked to trick others into either pitying them or tricking them for information. Such a site was common in Texas. With foreigners attempting to come inside they were thoroughly checked by gangs and citizens. Frequent suicide bombers a site that left all those affect fuming.

Walking past the bum he made his way towards Wakako's location, the action causing other Tyger Claws to follow him. Reaching the shop it seemed or equivalent to an office, large Japanese bouncers surrounding it.

"What do you want stranger?" The bouncers asked Victor.

"わかこさんに会いに来ました (I've come to see Wakako-san)" Victor answered.

With his eyes glowing he scratched his chin before letting him in, the door opening. Walking past the figure he was welcomed by an older Japanese woman who sat across from an office desk. Her body free of chrome a rare commodity present within Night city as while it signalled wealth for the poor it represented restraint for those with old money.

"Now kind stranger what do you seek?" She asked in English.

"私はヴィクトル・ワカコさんです ファラデーという人物の情報を求めているだけです(My name is Victor Wakako-san, I am merely seeking information on an individual by the name of Faraday)" Victor revealed the idea of pretending to be Japanese something he knew would eventually come to bite him in the ass.

"Ah, a gentleman it is rare for a foreigner to speak our tongue… Especially with such clarity. Had you not revealed your name I would have never guessed. Please sit down, we must discuss… Price," She explained. Complying with her request he sat down, his presence now subtly dominating the room.

"Now while I would offer the usual price of §7000 I'll charge you §3500 since you've impressed me," Wakako informed, a slight frown forming on Victors' face. Tapping his finger methodically he remained silent, the purpose to raise tension.

"Hmm… A fair offer," Victor mused before handing her a chip. §14000 tied to it, a power move that left her silent. Only a corpo moved money in such ways and those who weren't were dangerous. While such a move seemed overkill it was required to halt any Tyger Claws from following him. The extra amount was to show sincerity with the chip an indication of power and influence. The double message to Wakako that he was a force that should not be reckoned with.

"How generous of you... He's here on these coordinates. While i am not quite sure if he remains alive he was last seen here chased by the Tyger Claws. They have since stopped chasing him due to his departure into NW territory." She accepted.

"Why thank you Wakako-san. Have a lovely day," Victor acknowledged before leaving, his figure driving away. Passing the neon and Japanese architecture he eventually made it towards NW territory, The area near Watson. Its location in the middle of Maelstrom and Tyger Claws. Seeing the change in architecture, he drove and saw the area slowly merge into becoming an old industrial sight, the sightings of homeless being more apparent as he drove away.

Driving he was then met with gang members wearing Dark blue power armour. The armour elevating their height to 240cm. Seeing the design of their armour it was eerily similar to that of older Von Doom power armour. Engravings etched into it. Names of loved ones and fallen members were scratched on.

[SCAN RESULTS: Sir Francis Filomorez]

[AFFILIATION: Von Doom industries(Formerly), New World Order]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $25'000)

CYBERWARE: Synthetic Skin, Double heart, Dual synthetic lungs, Reinforced Bone structure, Neurological link, Von Doom Exo-skeleton, Von Doom Power armour MK II, Von Doom enhanced optics MK IV, Von Doom neuro processor *Demon series, Von Doom Sandavistan mk I *Demon series, Biomonitor, Reinforced legs joints and ankle, Reinforced fists and shoulder

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (0%) ELECTRICITY (30%) POISON (0%) CORROSION(30%)

WEAPONRY: Dual M619 Miniguns, chainsaw blade

"Welcome to New World Order, what brings you here?" A knight asked, their helmet modified to fashion it.

"I seek an individual of the name Faraday," Victor answered, shocked at what he was staring at. While every gang seemed to have its theme he couldn't wrap around the knightly concept. Especially with his use of power armour, the model outdated by ten years, and the installed cybernetics only reserved for Von Doom personnel. The speed demon series was meant for Commando units, the units were experimental as they caused users to be mentally retarded after prolonged use.

"Before you answer why the blue power armour?" Victor asked.

"You must be new then. Well, we seek to change Night city, my friend. After the fall of Von Doom tower, many souls were lost. It was in this chaos that we decided that we'd return back time. To return back to our roots. With the subsequent death of June Von Doom lord bless her soul, her foundation was tarnished and disbanded. We are what remains of that foundation. As a child of such gifts, we aim to return that order back to night city. Blue is the colour of the sky. A sky we wish to see once more," He revealed, his head gazing towards the sky. Its cloudy presence and acid rain furthering his point.

"What do you think of The All-father?" Victor asked, curious as to how the man would respond.

"The Allfather? He's a visionary i will accept, yet I question his methods. I understand that sacrifices must be made… But to what degree? He's amoral to my own code and I respect such conviction. To carry the burden of millions is something that I respect no matter the decision he undertakes. If anyone can bring change to this city then it would be him, even if his methods are unsavoury. But he remains in Texas unable to help our cause, to rid this city of its degeneracy. It's a shame that Texas was blessed with such fortune. While I have heard rumours of his sins, his prosperity remains apparent. I owe them my life. Such a shame that June Von Doom was taken so early… She was the only Corpo I respected. Her son could've done much good for this world had he remained. Could've joined hands with the Allfather," He revealed.

"If you must inquire of Faraday then he is currently held within the church, please avoid violence. We ensure protection for all those who seek it within our walls. Please respect such rules or else lethal force will be used. If you have any more questions be sure to visit our chapter near the edge of the city we often hold q&a for the public," He continued before walking back to his post. His comrades lined up by his side. Scanning them they retained the same cybernetics.

[SCAN RESULTS: Sir Malrono Mastilio]

[AFFILIATION: Von Doom industries(Formerly), New World Order]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $25'000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (0%) ELECTRICITY (30%) POISON (0%) CORROSION(30%)

CYBERWARE: Synthetic Skin, Double heart, Dual lungs, Reinforced Bone structure, Neurological link, Von Doom Exo-skeleton, Von Doom Power armour MK II, Von Doom enhanced optics MK IV, Von Doom neuro processor *Demon series, Von Doom Sandavistan Mk I *Demon series

WEAPONRY: Dual M619 Miniguns, chainsaw blade

Driving towards the church he walked out and was greeted by an orator. The man fashioning a priest attire wielded dual pistols designed to look similar to crosses hanging from his waist. An interesting combo to hold within the sanctum of safety.

"Greetings, what brings you here?" He asked, the man's voice gravelly, the tint of nicotine and tar erupting from his breath.

"Lookin' for Faraday," Victor asked, scanning the room. The figures all differing in size and affiliation. The church more a congregation or council of misfits than a proper church. Scanning the priest first he was met with a list of

[SCAN RESULTS: "Chalino" Rosalino Sánchez Félix ]

[AFFILIATION: Valentino's (Formerly)]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $6000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (40%) ELECTRICITY (0%) POISON (0%) CORROSION(30%)

CYBERWARE: Gorilla arms, Anti-electrical synthetic skin, Enhanced stomach, Synthetic Enhanced Kidneys, Von Doom sandavistan Mk I , Bio-monitor, misc

WEAPONRY: Modified Dual Nues, machete

[SCAN RESULTS: "Marshal" Daryl Vancouver]

[AFFILIATION: 6th street gang (Formerly), New World Order ]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $1500)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (70%) ELECTRICITY (10%) POISON (40%) CORROSION(20%)

CYBERWARE: Smart weapon link, modified kyroshi optics x3, enhanced kidney, enhanced liver, enhanced bone structure, synthetic lungs, misc

WEAPONRY: Modified Militech Precision Rifle, Kunia

[SCAN RESULTS: "Valez" Tino Valmourez]

[AFFILIATION: Valentino's]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $1500)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (10%) ELECTRICITY (20%) POISON (20%) CORROSION(20%)

CYBERWARE: Smart weapon link, modified kyroshi optics x3, enhanced kidney, enhanced liver, enhanced bone structure, synthetic lungs, misc

WEAPONRY: modified Militech Precision Rifle, Kunia

[SCAN RESULTS: "Butcher" Red Rage]

[AFFILIATION: Maestrolem (Formerly), solo]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $7000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (10%) ELECTRICITY (60%) POISON (20%) CORROSION(60%)

CYBERWARE: Enhanced skeletal structure, Enhanced synthetic skin, enhanced neuro processors, enhanced synthetic lungs, Motorised Metalic heart, Re-structured ocular modulator, Restricted face plate, misc

WEAPONRY: Dual modified Militech Crushers (Shotgun), Modified Machete

[SCAN RESULTS: "Vini" V1N1 D4MER0L]

[AFFILIATION: Miltech (formerly), solo]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $15000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (0%) ELECTRICITY (10%) POISON (0%) COROSION(60%)

CYBERWARE: Raven Gemeni (Full body conversion), panther paws (SIlenced), Arasaka neruo-processors, Zetatech Sandavistan, misc

WEAPONRY: Katana, Dual Militech Sub-machine guns *supressed

[SCAN RESULTS: Lucy Damerol]

[AFFILIATION: None]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $100)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (70%) ELECTRICITY (10%) POISON (70%) COROSION(10%)

CYBERWARE: Modified optics, misc.

WEAPONRY: NONE

[SCAN RESULTS: Faraday Merrylend]

[AFFILIATION: Afterlife fixer (Formerly), solo]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $10000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (50%) ELECTRICITY (10%) POISON (70%) CORROSION(10%)

CYBERWARE: Modified 4x optics, Enhanced neuro processors, Enhanced artificial Ribs, Synthetic lungs, misc.

WEAPONRY: Overture

"If you're here for violence I must warn you… We don't tolerate that shit here in our sanctum." Chalino voiced, the rest backing him.

"Your friend over there pissed off the wrong people. I'm merely completing the commission." Victor explained.

"Look bud, i don't give a shit. Doesn't matter if its you, or rogue. We're not gonna let you come in here and try shit," Chalino voiced.

"So what's the price for his head?" Victor questioned.

"Tch, pay me a hundred thousand eddies and I might," Chalino smiled, laughing.

"Deal." Victor accepted a chip flicking over to Chalino.

"You think I'm some kind of joke?" Chalino spat, seeing the chip. His eyes wavering at the sight of it. Seeing its contents he paused.

"Just who the fuck are you?! Are you with Arasaka? Militech?" Chalino questioned, his hands flicking for a second, his pistols now appearing in his hands. The others seeing it, likewise did the same. Their weaponry aimed at Victor.

Such vile mongrels.. Does every monkey throw rocks at a mountain expecting it to move? Victor thought disappointed in the culture. In texas when one aimed their weapon it mattered not the context it meant war. A world where individuals openly carried earned such reactions.

"I'd recommend you lower your iron and you call your chapter leader," Victor replied.

"He's busy right now. Come back when you learn manners corpo fucker," Chalino spat throwing the chip back.

"That's enough Chalino," A figure alerted, his size towering over Victor. The power armour an exact model which was used by Bubbles. The same custom alteration done to the armour as well. Still running the old Von Doom Aesthetics multiple marks were etched in it, the names of fallen soldiers plastered against. Bubbles' own tag being honoured on it.

"I'd advise you back away child," The man threatened, his armour representing a high-ranking and honorary member of the Carcharodons troop. A special task force branched from The Von Dooms' private army which aimed to destroy Arasaka and Miltech Bases. Their sole purpose of decimating entire city blocks alone. This sight of his appearance in Night City peculiar.

[SCAN RESULTS: Liric Lordaze Lando]

[AFFILIATION: Von Doom private army - C1 troop (Formerly), New World Order]

INFO:

- WANTED BY NCPD (BOUNTY: $100'000)

- WANTED BY NUSA (BOUNTY: $150'000)

- WEAKNESS: FIRE (0%) ELECTRICITY (0%) POISON (0%) CORROSION(0%)

CYBERWARE: Hyperion set (Von Doom Borg conversion), Von Doom Sandavistan Mk VII

WEAPONRY: Modified artillery Von Doom Hand cannon (Anti-tank Pistol), Vulcan Von Doom Modified Minigun (Energy Minigun), Enhanced modified Electrical claws (Arch edging)

Sending a message to the man, he was left frozen.

Victor Von Doom: It's good to see you alive soldier.

"Everyone, leave," The Liric voiced, his words forcing others to delta, even the likes of Faraday who seemed relieved. With The church now empty the remaining stood watching each other. The atmosphere tense.

"I never thought you made it out," Liric voiced removing his helmet. A deep scar ran from his lip to his forehead. His reminder of his fallen brothers and tortured valour.

"I never thought you'd either," Victor replied removing his helmet, he stared at liric in a similar fashion. Both men were unable to believe the sight.

He looks like his father… But a bit more wild, Liric thought gazing at him. Similar to his father he was handsome, his presence commanding authority and control. Yet unlike his father Victor had a presence that scaled larger, one that didn't demand control through violence but charisma. His charisma was that of a lions call, whether by nature or power it remained king. Scanning his features once more he noticed a scar under his right eye, the boys' eyes ravaged with a mystical hue.

"What are you doing here of all places Liric? What happened to Von Doom industries?" Victor questioned confused.

"Many things happened sir… Many things… Not long after your disappearance, we were hunted, their attempts futile at first… Yet soon, they corrupted our systems, the board managing to kill my brothers from the inside. We never saw it coming." He explained before projecting a holographic video.

A replay of the events shifting from scene to scene, their victories on the floor expected. The video showing a Carcharodon destroying a Militech Basilisic with ease. The next showing their rifles hammering their eurodynes and attack choppers which rained down with .30 Vulcan minigun fire. Its rpm only destroying the area surrounding them. Seeing one move unnaturally fast for their size, Victor was impressed and also concerned on how they managed to lose. The tone shifting from one of glory to mourning.

"My team and I were stationed outside near Cuba when it hit. We survived the first wave of Militech Miliiatants but nothing could've prepared us for the second. That electronic wave leading to my brothers fall…" Liric replied saddened at the final video. Liric aiming at his comrade head before shooting, their eyes blank. Seeing him fall to the ground he smashed at the floor defeated, unable to stand up. His lonesome figure kneeling there for 30 days.

"I couldn't believe it… in the span of four hours I lost them…" Liric muttered, his hands clutching tightly.

"But why here? You could've gone anywhere. Your skills are enough to earn you anything. Why waste time here running a circus parlour," Victor asked.

"It's been fifteen years Victor… I could be a mercenary, a legendary solo, but at the end of the day… I've grown past that, my purpose now is to spread peace and safety." Liric voiced.

"Times made you soft," Victor replied.

"Perhaps… But it's given me time to think. To ponder life…" He revealed.

"I find it… Odd, you of all people would turn to this…"

"I find it odd too. I've been fighting for years Victor and I never stopped to think for myself. Fifty years full of war and death and not a single day goes by where I don't miss it. Yet I can't seem to lift the bolter up anymore. It feels… different."

"Different?"

"It lacks purpose… Before, I wielded the bolter for a cause. A mission. A purpose. Now it seems like nothing. A soldier without a mission. A lost crusader, I could attack Arasaka and Militech… But then who would remain alive to remember my brothers? I fear not death Victor, I fear that those who once stood amongst me would disappear into the void. Even I dream of eternity Victor."

"Why not join me?"

"I don't believe i can return to your side, Victor. Not now… I've got people to protect, some souls more lost than mine," Liric expressed before a female walked in. The action causing Victor to blur his face, his mask now returning on.

"Hey, Greenie!" The female greeted jumping in. Her hair was crystal white, and her face screamed japanese. Light peach highlights under her eyes, the aesthetic eerily similar to that of Arasaka honey pots or netrunners.

Hmph, rubbing the thighs of an Arasaka Honey Pot Liric, Victor thought disgusted.