Cyberware-
SpecterNet - Enhanced Netrunner Interface Optics: Teo's current, high tier optical implants providing augmented reality, direct neural link optimization, enhanced data processing, quicker quickhack uploads, improved daemon efficiency, and advanced threat detection within the Net.
Subdermal Interface Pad: A discreet port, likely behind his ear, where he directly plugs his cyberdeck's cable.
Ear Implant (Comms)/OS: For receiving communications directly into his ear.
Shard Ports (on forearm): Slots embedded in his arm for quickly inserting and transferring data shards.
Zetatech 'Phantom' Cyberdeck: His current, rare, prototype cyberdeck with integrated Black ICE countermeasures, a next-gen neural interface, and dedicated processing for deep dive daemons.
Biotechnica Mnemonics Processor: A cerebral implant that integrates with his neural net, boosting recall, enhancing brain scan capabilities, and making short-term memory practically limitless for raw data.
Kereznikov Reflex Implant: A medium-grade chrome unit designed for enhanced speed and reflexes in combat. (Gifted on his birthday, to be installed).
Daemons / Quickhacks- Custom
Ghost Breach Protocol: His signature, carefully orchestrated digital deception technique for stealthy intrusion, characterized by a "crimson ghost" digital signature.
Mass Vulnerability: A quickhack that sends a wave of crimson code to erode digital defenses.
Cipher (Custom ICE Daemon)- Teo's newly developed defensive Intrusion Countermeasures. Visually represented as a sleek, emerald crimson eyed crow, Cipher is an adaptive defense daemon that constantly shifts its protocols and encrypts its own architecture. It's designed to actively trace and engage any unauthorized intrusion into his system, leaving no data trail unturned.
Weapons-
Arasaka JKE-X2 Kenshin: A sleek, matte-black tech pistol known for its brutal electromagnetic power and ability to penetrate armor with tungsten tipped rounds.
Eddies-
23000+2000(lucy shakedown) + i think it was 5 from the goon. So I'm pretty sure he sitting at 3000k rn.
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The stale tang of last night's synth beer still lingered in Teo's small room as the first faint rays of dawn bled through the grimy above ground window. His internal clock, more reliable than any alarm, registered 07:45.
He moved with practiced efficiency, each motion a part of the ingrained ritual that preceded the chaos of Night City. First, the cool, familiar weight of his cyberware settling into place, the low hum of his cyberdeck as he plugged it into his subdermal interface pad, the subtle click as his optics recalibrated, the phantom twitch in his muscles from the recently installed Kereznikov reflex implant from last night.
Then, his gear a worn wife beater that clung to his lean frame, followed by his chain looped around his neck. Combat pants, reinforced and scuffed, came next, then his sturdy, Merc boots. Over that, his slightly armored jacket, designed to offer protection without impeding movement. Finally, his holster, secured to his hip, into which he expertly slid Bon Bon (Kenshin). He checked his supplies, 4.5 cal ammo, extra mags, and a handful of trauma stims, you know just in case.
He made his way up the creaking steel stairs, the sound echoing in the pre dawn stillness of the apartment complex. The time on his internal clock flipped to 07:50, almost late. He pushed the door open, the stale air of the hallway giving way to the familiar warmth and low murmur of El Coyote Cojo.
Jackie was already there, a mountain of chrome and muscle occupying half a booth, a plate overflowing with nutrient paste and synth bacon before him. The bar was sparsely populated for this hour, a few regulars hunched over their breakfast, minding their own business, the aroma of fried food and stale coffee filling the air. Apex, sat opposite Jackie, their conversation a low, unintelligible rumble, their faces half hidden by the morning shadows.
A new face was at their table. A girl, about Teo's age, maybe a year or two younger. Long, just past her shoulders black hair framed a striking face, dominated by piercing purple eyes that seemed to absorb the dim light, reflecting the neon glow from the street outside. Could be cyberfaced or something.
She was meticulously cleaning the barrel of a Foxhound sniper rifle, its sleek lines and predatory aesthetic instantly catching Teo's attention. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, the rifle a natural extension of her arm. His optics automatically engaged, scanning her implants.
His internal display flickered, registering high grade marksman enhancements, some pream stuff, likely from a specialist ripperdoc, not just some back alley chop shop. 'Apex's student huh' he though
Before Teo could even register Bex's absence, the bar door burst open with a cacophony of sound. "Sup chooms! Let's kill some corpos!" Rebecca's voice, a high pitched cackle overflowing with manic glee, cut through the quiet like a rusty chainsaw. She skipped into the bar, a whirlwind of bright pink hair and boundless energy, utterly oblivious to the startled heads that turned in their direction. Her gaze, wild and ecstatic, landed on Teo, already gleaming. "TEOOO!" she shrieked, the sound echoing off the metal walls, making several patrons flinch and spill their synth coffee. She ran up to him punching him on the arm with her borged up fuck off arms.
"AYE! The fuck Bex!" He yelled, not angry more of a tired question. The two exchanging greetings.
Teo, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips at her loose joke, he pushed through the doorway, weaving past startled regulars with Bex yapping behind him. He slid into the booth next to Jackie, the synth leather groaning in protest. A familiar sense of belonging, a rare commodity in Night City, settled over him. "Sup, Apex. Mornin', Jack." he greeted, his voice a low rumble, a quiet anchor in Rebecca's wake. An extra plate of food, already piled high with scrambled nutrient paste and greasy synth bacon, waited for him Jackie, ever the thoughtful one.
A round of comfortable hellos went around the table, a small bubble of camaraderie in the indifferent city. Teo's gaze, however, kept returning to the new addition. He felt her purple creep eyes on him, a subtle, assessing glance, devoid of the usual Night City aggression, yet intensely perceptive.
He was about to speak, to offer a formal greeting, to ask about her chrome and her record, when she cut him off, her voice smooth, calm, a stark contrast to Rebecca's boisterous entry.
"Hey, name's Angel. Marksman. Apex told me a lot about you." Her words were direct, no nonsense, delivered with a quiet confidence that spoke volumes. It was less an introduction and more a statement of intent.
"Huh, is that so." He said casting a glance at Apex, His hand shot forward for a handshake across the table. "Nice to meet you creepy eyes." He greeted, his own 'creepy eyes' glowing for a split second.
She grabbed his hand "You're one to talk, those nova eyes of yours are nuts." she said with a small smirk.
Jackie leaned forward, resting his chrome plated forearms on the table, a serious edge to his usual easygoing demeanor. The chatter in the bar faded to a low hum, their huddle a tight, focused unit. "Alright, chooms, listen up. Rogue just pinged me the full breakdown. This ain't no smash and grab. This is about leverage. Militech is hot on the trail of some pre Collapse Black ICE, the real deal, ghost stories coming to life shit, apparently. It's buried deep in the ruins of the Old Zoo in Pacifica."
"Our job," Jackie continued, his voice dropping to a low growl, "isn't to grab the ICE. That's Militech's play. Our job is to clear the path for their team. And by 'clear the path,' Rogue means we flatline Arasaka's 'Valkyrie' squad that's already ahead of the curve. They're going for the same cache. They're Arasaka's elite, top tier chrome, military training, and likely a netrunner who's not afraid to play dirty."
He glanced at each of them, his gaze lingering on Angel. "This is an ambush, pure and simple. We hit them hard, we hit them fast, and we make damn sure they don't get within a mile of that cache. Rogue's offering 25k eddies each, no fuss, once Valkyrie is verified as out of play. High risk, high reward. Standard Night City, right?" A corner of his mouth twitched in a grim smile.
"So, classic search-and-destroy, but with a corpo twist," Rebecca grinned, already looking forward to the action, her fingers twitching as if she were already pulling the trigger of 'Guts.'
"More like an extermination," Apex chimed in, her voice a low, gravelly whisper. "They want us to gut them from the inside out."
Jackie nodded. "Exactly. And we've got the crew for it. Teo," he looked at the netrunner, his gaze intense, "You do you."
Teo's emerald optics pulsed faintly, a spark of resolve in their depths, he nodded. "Consider it done, Jack. My ICE will make sure their netrunner doesn't get a byte back at me. And I can cripple their systems before they even know what's hitting them(hehe). They'll be fighting ghosts."
Jackie then turned to Angel, his expression assessing, a silent invitation to prove herself. "Angel, with those marksman implants and that Foxhound, you're our eyes and our hammer from a distance. High ground is yours. Suppressing fire, taking out high value targets, denying them cover, we need precision, choom. Overwatch is key. You see a threat, you put it down."
Angel simply nodded, her purple eyes steady, an unreadable calm about her. "I'll tag anything that moves," she stated, her voice even, almost detached, "and anything that doesn't move, if it looks suspicious." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips, a hint of the lethal wit beneath the stoic exterior.
"Rebecca, Teo sent me your file," Jackie grinned, his gaze finding the whirlwind of pink hair, "you and your 'Guts' shotgun are our close quarters demolition. High impact, high chaos. Don't let anything get through you. You're our lead. Our sledgehammer."
Rebecca cackled, slamming a fist on the table with a loud THUD that made nearby patrons jump. "You know it, choom! Gonna turn 'em into bloody soup! They won't know what hit 'em!"
"And Apex," Jackie concluded, his gaze finding the hulking figure with the rifle, "you're our other heavy hitter, Apex. Direct assault, laying down punishing fire with that power rifle. We need you to break their line, carve a path, and pin them down. You're our spearhead, the one who crashes through their defenses."
Apex's voice was a low growl, a promise of impending violence. "They won't know we're there until it's too late. When they finally do, they'll already be dead."
Jackie slammed a fist, a bit harder this time, on the table. "Alright, chooms. Get your final prep done. We roll out in thirty. Pacifica awaits. Let's make this count." The air in the bar, already thick with the morning's smells, now thrummed with a nervous energy, the promise of violence hanging heavy.
A/N: Not feelin to hot, usually I'd write the entire gig, but my head is gonna explode, sorry fellas, fellers, tommorow will be a big fight.