Made an Omake about what Jackie is up to. Not sure how to name my post or anything like that, but if I were to pick a title I'd call it "Slow Climb." I'm awful at names though so if anyone thinks of something better I am happy to go with it.
Also I came up with this on low sleep after being up for twenty hours, so the quality is probably low. I welcome all feedback, it will help me get better.
Jackie cursed and pulled another sliver of metal out of his Jacket. It was a nice Jacket, with plenty of ceramic inserts and resistance to shrapnel. Old Jackie would have vomited and called new Jackie a doughboy.
Old Jackie would also be bleeding out from steel splinters in his gut, so he could chill out.
"Fucking Pendejo!"
The scavs apparently also shunned good Armor. They also thought using a frag grenade in a tight enclosed space was a good idea, so it checked out. Having a few less to deal with after that bold strategy was just a pleasant surprise. He still found himself grumbling.
"Gremlin makes this look easy. Almost makes me wish I was stealthy…"
Between his size and the armor he added on top that wasn't going to happen. His tech shotgun on the other hand did ensure he could at least be almost as lethal. A couple blasts through the couch and wardrobe took care of the rest of the scavs in this hideout.
"Hah, easy as always…" A quick check for any injuries missed in the midst of adrenaline, then he was double tapping scavs and checking for any surviving victims.
There were none. Too frequently the scavs processed their "Product" almost as soon as they had it, unwilling to spend the eddies to prolong their stay.
"Alright… inventory time."
He'd gotten better over the months since he last worked with Motoko. The sheer ammount of loot he had been skipping over… his armory had received a serious boost. Now he had the right tool for most jobs… still no Urugan though. V was more than happy to see him stepping up, in that stinted "Say Nothing" corpo way she had. It was pretty nice actually, normally she was a stuck up bitch with people so seeing her concerned over him… well he hadn't really felt something like that since he left the Tinos.
He wasn't anywhere near Motoko's level yet, and it stung. Knowing she had left him behind and made it onto the Afterlife's guest list… part of him was intensely jealous, but he stamped it down.
She was too much of a gonk brain to really mean a slight, she probably just got caught up in all the crazy jobs she does and forgot to check in. Still, it gave him time. Far from the gonk that ran around with an open shirt, he was more professional, lethal, and well rounded now.
"Just you wait Chica, I'll catch up soon enough. I might not be edgerunning like you yet… but I'm becoming one hell of a solo."
The way his grin felt, stretching his cheeks… yeah, this was much better than chasing a spot on a list of drinks.