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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale	By : Crystal_Dreams_Writes Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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V parked her car in front of the main gate to the Afterlife, with Jackie pulling up next to her. “Whoa, whoa, chica, the Afterlife? Estás segura? You need a sponsor to get in” V was taking the Flathead crate from the car, as she locks it “Yeah I’m sure, you still want those four grand?” she asks with a wink “You know I do, chica” he replies almost immediately “Then let’s go” she says as she starts walking off, she feels Jackie gently spanking her, it was clear he was in need to unwind, she almost felt bad for Misty once they were done with Dexter unless she got to Jackie first.

Even on the outside, the Afterlife was famous, people were taking selfies at the main door. Going downstairs, the neon lights lit the path. The Afterlife had been in the past a morgue, back when there was a need for such facilities, but now it was refurbished as some sort of thematic bar, with slabs being used as tables. Once they reach the main door, a rather large man stops them in their tracks “And who are you two, bozos?” as V was about to respond, Jackie steps in “This is V, and I’m Jackie Welles!” V rolled her eyes as Jackie proudly stated who they were. Emmerick, however, looked unimpressed “Yeah? That supposed to mean anything?” V sighs and finally addresses Emmerick herself “Dexter DeShawn invited us, he’s expecting us” Emmerick’s cybernetic eyes lit up, he was on a call “Yo, Dex, got two live ones, they say they are here for you… Uh-huh… Yeah, one V, and one Jackie Welles… Uh-huh… Do you vouch for them? Alright then” he then addresses both Jackie and V, “Says he needs a minute or two to get ready, why don’t you go over to the bar and get yourselves a drink or something? Welcome to the Afterlife” the big man steps aside as the doors open, as they enter the club properly, they are received with Samurai’s “Chippin’ In” blasting on the audio system, countless mercs and fixers were interacting with one another. Jackie looked like a child in a candy store.

“Holy shit V, this is it! The major leagues! Think of all the legends that have been here! Morgan Blackhand, Boa Boa, maybe even Jenni Flexx!” V found it funny, and maybe even endearing seeing Jackie nerd out about his heroes, she pictured him with trading cards in his bedroom somewhere. They finally take a seat at the bar, when a fixer walks by and makes it to a private booth “Holy shit! V! Look! See that lady there? She’s Rogue Amendiares! The greatest fixer in Night City!” V was having a good time seeing Jackie getting star-struck, as Claire, the bartender approaches them “Hey guys, haven’t seen you around before, what can I get you?” as prepared as V was, she didn’t even think about what to order, she turns to Jackie “You order for me” she asks, Jackie grins and turns to Claire “I got this. Two tequilas old fashioned, with a splash of beer, and chili garnish” Claire’s face lights up “Ah, a couple of Johnny Silverhands! Comin' right up!” Jackie was having the time of his life “You got it, chica” Claire went to prepare the drinks as she noticed a confused V “Maybe you don’t know, but it’s an Afterlife tradition, some of our drinks are named after some of our most famous mercs or fixers” she states “Johnny Silverhand was a rockerboy, you are hearing him sing right now. But he also took jobs here and there” she slides the glasses to V and Jackie, as they take a sip “And what would I need to do to get my own drink here?” V asks, more out of curiosity than anything “Snuff it, in a most epic way. The bigger the op, the better” Jackie downs his drink and sighs “What a beautiful tradition!”.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes until Oleg approaches the duo, and V recognized the man. “Mr. DeShawn will see you now” he announces as Claire winks at them “Break a leg!” Oleg guides them through the club, until they reach a private booth, once they entered, Oleg remained outside guarding it. Dexter was sitting comfortably on a couch, and a girl was sitting next to him, she had a unique look, her skin was dark and she had shaved her head. V blinks once “Bug? Is that you?” T-Bug nods looking at Jackie and then at V “First time we meet in the real” she announces. Jackie takes a seat next to her and V places the case on a table “That the Flathead?” Dexter asks as he lights a cigar “Yup” V opens the case, and the bot comes to life. She spends the next few minutes explaining how it works, and the modifications the Maelstrom did to it. Modifications that, she noted, prevented Militech from tracking it.

“Most impressive, miss V”, Dexter says as he falls silent. V finally clears her throat “Well, our job is done, we’ll take our payment now” she says. Jackie finally put it together, the 4,000 eddies V intended to give him were his cut from the Flathead operation. “Actually miss V, I was hoping to ask you something first” V tensed up, she felt Dexter was about to fuck them over after all. “Dex, c’mon…” Dexter waves her off “Now, now, miss V… Humor me for a moment. I just want to know, is there a way I could convince you and Jackie to take part in the complete operation?” V shook her head “You know my reservations, and my answer” V stated, firm in her position. T-Bug intervenes this time “V, this is a big job, an important one. We make this right, and we all could retire in two weeks, with more eddies than you’ve ever seen in your lifetime” Jackie’s eyes lit up, as V knew they would “Yeah? But there’s no safety net, no assurances, no anything. What’s the point of being rich if you won’t live long enough to spend your eds?” she turns to Dexter “We’ll take our money now, Dex” she insists. Dexter exhales smoke from his cigar and looks at Jackie “What about you Jackster? You also gonna play it safe? Or are you ready to be set for life, ‘thout having to worry about a thing for the rest of your life?” V looked at Jackie, concerned, Dexter was tugging at his heartstrings and playing with his emotions, and she noticed Jackie was really thinking about it. “You know, Dex, the money’s good. Very good, and I’m in this business for fame and money” Jackie states as Dexter leans against the couch “And you’ll get both with only one job” he assures him, Jackie nods, looking at V, then at T-Bug, and finally at Dexter “But V and I are a package deal, we’ve saved each other’s lives more times than I can remember, I can’t imagine doin’ any jobs without her, if she’s not in, I’m not in either”.

“A’aight” Dexter finally says, disappointed, as he wires V the promised amount “It’s a shame you’re not seeing the bigger picture, we may need to delay our operation while we get two other mercs with better brains and brighter vision”, he says somewhat annoyed “Your cut has been sent your way, I’m makin’ sure you remain part of the Afterlife now, it would be heartless of me to just kick you to the curb, and ‘sides, you may learn a thing or two from your betters… But as far as I’m concerned, neither you, miss V, nor you, Jackster, will ever get a contract from me for as long as I live” T-Bug looked at V with pleading eyes as she stood up. Jackie followed suit as V shrugs “Works well enough for me, choom, have a nice life”.

Both V and Jackie left the private booth and returned to the bar “Hey chica, think that was the right thing to do?” Claire looked at their faces and without saying a thing, she gave them a refill of their Johnny Silverhands “I dunno… But it feels like the right choice. We already put our asses on the line on every job, the last thing we need is to jump blindly into something. ‘Sides, Mamá Welles would have my ass if something happened to you!” Jackie smirks, raising his glass to V “Thank you, chica” he says taking a sip afterward “Oh, before I forget, here’s your cut, choom” V says as she wires Jackie the promised four thousand eddies, Jackie’s eyes widen, grinning to himself “Well holy shit chica, you weren’t lyin’. Thank you for having my back” he says, this time it was V who raised her glass “Thank you for havin’ my ass, Jackie” she winks afterward as Jackie stammers, she knew damn well what she was doing, and she didn’t have a problem with that.

They drank a couple more rounds until Jackie was all tapped out and stood up “I think I’ll call it here, chica” he says looking at V “I need to check on Misty anyway” V grins, also finishing her drink “I’m sure you do… Hey Jackie, think I’m gonna take a couple of days off, we’ve been bustin’ our ass lately” the man nods in agreement “Yeah, honestly chica? I got enough excitement today for a few days anyway… Call me if you need anything or wanna do something alright? Nos vemos” despite all he had drank, Jackie didn’t skip a beat or looked affected. Claire returns to check on V “Anything I can get you?” she asks, V shakes her head “Nah, I’m good choom, thanks” Claire nods as she starts to clean the bar “You guys fucking or something?” she asks out of the blue, V laughs at the sudden question “He’s my choom, he has a girl” Claire grins “That’s not what I asked” V was cornered and smirked nervously “What is it to you anyway?” Claire shrugs “Just makin’ conversation is all” but she insists “But I mean, c’mon, lookin’ the way you do, dressin’ the way you do? You know you have a body any guy would wank to, you’re doin’ this on purpose” V laughs again “What, there a rule against that in this place?” Claire shrugs again “If there is, almost no one follows it, everyone fucks everyone V, you’ll see that for yourself soon enough”.

V tapped on the empty glass and looked at Claire, now that the meeting the Dexter was finished, she could look at Claire some more, she was pretty, maybe a bit older than she herself was, but there was something peculiar about her that V couldn’t get just yet. “What about you Claire? You got someone?” Claire shakes her head “Nah, widow” that felt like a hit to V’s gut “Oh… Oh shit, I’m sorry I—” Claire waves her off and serves her a drink “Don’t worry about it, you asked, I answered, here have one on the house” V raises her glass to Claire, looking at the establishment. Mercs coming and going, talking contracts, trying to team up, or straight up getting drunk after a long day’s work “So, these are the major leagues, huh?” she asks, Claire turns to her “You sound disappointed, not what you expected?” V shrugs taking another sip from her drink “It’s not that, choom, even out there on the Badlands you hear about the Afterlife so much, its reputation is just legendary, I didn’t think I’d see it from the inside, let alone be part of it, y’know?” Claire nods as she refills V’s drink “There’s a lot of history here V, hell a lot of the history that shaped up Night City to be what it is now started within these walls”.

“What can you tell me about Rogue? How does she operate?” V asks taking another sip from her drink “Rogue runs the joint” Claire explains “She was a solo back in the days of Club Atlantis, there were a lot of legends back then, she used to roll with her nomad boy toy Santiago, but she teamed up with the likes of Spider Murphy, Morgan Blackhand, Johnny Silverhand, and Shaitan” V perks up at the mention of Santiago “Boy toy? Got a thing against nomads, choom?” she asks more out of curiosity “Nah, they are alright in my book. But Santiago stayed in Night City as long as he did because he hoped Rogue would run away with him, he was still waiting for that to happen the night he snuffed it. I learned a thing or two about machines from nomads, y’know, when they were trying to get in my pants” V grins mischievously “Did any of them ever get into your pants?” Claire blushes and laughs nervously. V raises her glass to her “Message received, choom, don’t worry” Claire continues “As a fixer, Rogue works on the level. Every time a client approaches her with a job, she vets the client, and the job, and gets as much information as she can, that’s her main job after all. She then looks for the right merc for the contract” Claire shrugs again “Her contracts are usually high risk, high pay. Very exclusive too, not about any merc gets to work for her, even if you’re already part of the Afterlife roster”.

V suddenly turned pensive, which got Claire’s attention “V? You alright?” she asks “High risk, high pay… I dunno, Dex talked to me and Jackie about a job, but I thought it was too dangerous and there were little to no assurances for us… Think I might have fucked things up really bad for us, choom. I know Jackie was looking forward to a lot of eddies” Claire takes V’s empty glass, listening to her “I might not be a merc or a fixer, V… But there’s no rule against declining contracts. Sure, some people might mock you for it but that’s that. Besides, look around. There are at least a dozen mercs right here, Dex is gonna find people for his contract in no time” V seemed pensive still as Claire continued “Maybe there’s something else bothering you?” V nods slowly, turning to look at the bartender “I feel like I just made a huge decision and dunno why. That bothers me” Claire sighs and pats V on the shoulder “Listen V… I’ll let you in on a secret, you may have heard that Dex was burned a couple of years ago, he was chased out of Pacifica. He lost a lot of contacts and a lot of influence. The only reason why he’s here is that the only way to get kicked out of the Afterlife is if you’re working against it or its people, and Dex hasn’t done that… That we know of” V peered at the door leading to the private booth Dexter had reserved. Oleg was still guarding it, but she thought she had seen people coming and going. “Besides that, V, the man is out of shots. He’s here because he has nowhere else to go, in his absence people like Regina Jones, Wakako Okada, and El Capitán increased their influence, he doesn’t have the power and influence he thinks he has… He’s desperate to get back on top, and desperate men do desperate things… Like sacrificing their mercs if it buys them a few more hours of air”.

Claire’s words seemed ominous, which makes V look at her again “Something like that ever happened before? A fixer burning their mercs?” Claire shrugs “Told you there’s only one way to get you kicked out of the Afterlife, didn’t I? You might have dodged a bullet and you haven’t realized it just yet” V nods, standing up “How much do I owe you for the extra drinks?” Claire waves her off “On the house, you okay to drive?” V nods, stretching “Yup… I’m looking forward to crashing into my bed for a couple of days doing absolutely fuck all” Claire laughs and smiles at her “The perfect vacation… Take care V, hope to see you around soon” V winks at Claire “Hope so too, Claire”.

A few minutes later, V was already driving to her home, Claire’s words ringing in her mind. Maybe she did dodge a bullet with Dexter like Claire said, maybe she didn’t. Time would tell.
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