You're getting ready to shepherd thousand of resettlers into the US interior but now there are guys chasing you and shooting at you. It sounds like your employer may have some rivals.
You're getting ready to shepherd thousand of resettlers into the US interior but now there are guys chasing you and shooting at you. It sounds like your employer may have some rivals.
C-Squad. It's Not Just a Job, It's a Death Sentence!
Summary:
Cyber Squad. The unit of law enforcement dedicated to neutralizing those who went over the edge, lost in cyberpsychosis. Nothing like going mano-a-mano with some meatsack overloaded with cybernetics!
Description:
“So you thought the pay made it worth it, eh? Yeah, and you get that damn fine health and life insurance too.” Sergeant ‘Roach’ Taggart paced jerkily at the front of the room, “Well here at C Squad, we fight the nastiest Cyber psychos on the street. We also party like there’s no tomorrow, cause sometimes there ain’t. Welcome to the Squad.
What a good looking bunch of fresh meat, but glad you are here, lost some good talent lately. Sgt. “Roach” Taggart stops and looks at you and you at him, impressive at 6’6”, fully cybered and a mass of grizzled scar tissue. He nods towards the door, “ Make sure your weapons are loaded and go see Doc for a second liver. You’ll need it!”
"Whoah......" you groan, waking up with a splitting headache. The familiar ratchet of gunfire and the screams of the dying assail your ears. An unfamiliar grinning face leers over you, smiling.
One of Night City's more infamous examples of organized chaos. 12 Hours to complete the list. Recorded for veracity. 1 part funny, 2 parts crazy, & 3 parts disturbing.
None of that Soviet cyberware for you! You've got your hair gel and your 200MB cyberdeck! Slot your skill chip for Russian, grab your rippers and take it to the max. Because you're CYBERPUNK!
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None of that Soviet cyberware for you! You've got your chrome, your hair gel and your 200 megabyte cyberdeck in screaming 28.8! Take it to the high frontier as the Euros lord their economic and orbital power over North America. Slot your skill chips for Russian and Taser, grab your bodysuit and rippers and take it to the max. Because you're CYBERPUNK!
This is the swan song for our corporate warriors. Tensions rise off the coast of Africa as Petrochem and SovOil threaten to start the fourth corporate war. This final act sees Militech and Arasaka team up to take down those responsible for the sabotage before the fourth corporate war begins.
This is the swan song for our corporate warriors. Tensions rise off the coast of Africa as Petrochem and SovOil threaten to start the fourth corporate war. In this act, the Arasaka team must uncover a plot by a West African backed by PetroChem that has been sabotaging SovOil's fields.
You walk out of the room smirking. “That was easier than taking candy from a baby!” You look down at the the cred stik in you hand, just waiting for the validation code. 200,000 Euro! And all your gang has to do is deliver the powerplant to those fool Nomads in 48 hours. OK, so you don’t actually HAVE the powerplant yet, and yeah, ‘The Sturgis’ promised to hunt you all down and gut you like fish if you fail. So what? Details, schmetails...
This is the swan song for our corporate warriors. Tensions rise off the coast of Africa as Petrochem and SovOil threaten to start the fourth corporate war. In this act, the Militech team is tasked with uncovering evidence that SovOil has been sabotaging PetroChem's drilling platforms.