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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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“Someone call Osiah, they are returning!” there was a lot of activity in the camp. The team Osiah had dispatched was coming back. The big man himself rushed out of the trailer and started barking orders. Everyone was setting up in case they had to move the camp on short notice. Valerie had spent most of the day doing her work but also enticing everyone in the clan, it was a miracle anybody got any work done at all. By the sound of things, the job hadn’t gone smoothly. “What the fuck happened!?” one of the nomads out of their car, he had been wounded, and the rest of the vehicles looked like they had driven through a minefield “Your intel was wrong, dead fucking wrong!” the nomad was enraged “You sent us to deal with one light transport and two or three Militech gonks, try an entire squad instead” Osiah stopped on his tracks, had he misheard? Another nomad chimes in “They were ready for us and waiting too, looks like the choom you asked for a favor doubled crossed you instead”, Osiah remembers sending a full team, but less than half had returned “W-where’s everyone else?” he asked nervously, scrambling for an answer “They fucking got Ringo, choom burned to a crisp in his car, Roxy and Deny bailed early and are laying low, and Charlie…” Valerie’s ears perked when she heard Charlie’s name and paid close attention to what was being said. “Charlie… What?” Osiah insists “Charlie took advantage of the confusion and took the 911 and the rest of the guys, he’s gone”.

Osiah’s blood froze, he looked at the rest of the clan gathering around him, the whispers were slowly increasing. He knew what would happen next: Panic and chaos. He had to think of those there, now. “We got to fucking move camp” he finally says “Yeah no fucking shit, I’m out of here” this was the worst possible outcome, the whispers were getting louder, and people started to scramble to get ready to leave. “W-wait… Wait!” Osiah finally makes himself heard “We have to do this in an organized way, if we just scramble, it’ll be easier for Militech to find us and interrogate us, and I doubt many of you are trained to resist interrogation and torture” his words got the attention of the rest, the wounded nomad groaned as he turned around and faced Osiah “What’s the move?” the big man looked at the hand radio he had, and then at what was left of the Bakkers “Pick up camp, we’re leaving, talk to Carmen, she’s spotted a couple of good places to set camp, have her pick the farthest, we have to disappear tonight” the people scrambled, they were working together. They had prepared for this eventuality many times, and they had gotten good at it. Valerie approaches Osiah “What will you do about Charlie?” she asks as the man keeps looking at the radio “There’s… a shot”, he says in a strange manner. Valerie was puzzled, he kept looking at the hand radio “There’s only one spot in this area where they could hide the 911… I know where it is” the man started to sweat, his hand shaking. The very thought made him sick “One call, one call and I could keep the clan safe”. Valerie more or less pieced what he meant “... Are you sure you want to do this?” the man gulped, and nodded. “It’s the only way…”

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Things got rougher for the Bakkers from that day onwards. Osiah’s solution was relatively simple: Sell Charlie and the others out to Militech, and ensure the clan’s survival. Many saw this as a logical move to protect the clan, while others saw it as a betrayal. Charlie was just a kid, but he took from the clan, and that was the most unforgivable crime.

True to his word, Osiah protected Valerie, while getting her all she needed, and all he wanted for her and from her. Valerie spent the next six years nurturing her vice, lust, and passion. She grew up further and her forms became even more lustful than before. She had become a synonym of a slut, a joytoy who never took anyone’s eddies, but above all else? A damn good mechanic, and a damn good solo. Charlie’s betrayal hit her harder than she let on, maybe because he never let her in his plan, she could have talked to him, dissuade him even. She kept remembering what Osiah told him, he had bragged about fucking her, and yet, he was the one taking that first crate to her tent. Maybe Osiah rubbed him the wrong way, or maybe… Maybe he had wanted her for himself and only himself, and this was his way of getting back at her and the clan. What bothered her the most was that she had no closure.

The more time passed, the better Valerie became, both at being a solo, a mechanic, and at being every man, and woman’s wet dream. She got off by being watched, by turning others on, and what started as a naughty game with Osiah getting her outrageous outfits for his own fetishes, she incorporated into her persona. She didn’t care for relationships, she learned and understood how to live by looking to satisfy herself and her needs first. It was survival of the fittest.

The Bakkers continued their slow but steady decline. Every month more and more deserted, and fewer were recruited. There were talks of killing off Osiah, of taking over, and finally, of either just dissolving the clan altogether, or maybe even getting absorbed by a larger clan. Neither of these possibilities appealed to Valerie, and she started to suspect that some of the jobs had been sabotaged just to accelerate the clan’s downfall. She, for the most part, started to work solo, she had a feeling that the clan was on its last legs. She shot gonks, she collected eddies, she fixed cars, and she fucked around until she was completely drenched. As she grew and stopped resembling the little girl who was wet behind the ears, she also stopped referring to herself as Valerie. Valerie was that girl the clan raised. She was now V, the merc, the mechanic, the slut, the fuck toy. She had even scrounged enough eddies to get her very own Galena shitbox. “Just like Charlie’s…” she would think often.

She wondered if Militech really had gotten him, if they had really killed him, or if he was their permanent prisoner in one of those camps from the rumors, maybe all she was really after was just closure. A good slap across his face, a good fuck, and maybe a bullet in his brain, courtesy of V.

In those six years, the clan moved around a lot. But slowly corporations like Petrochem, SovOil, and Biotechnica started to favor other clans for jobs, even the simplest, low-paying, synth farm guard jobs were taken from them. One day, V woke up to the voices of several people in the camp. She groaned, she had taken a night job and hoped she could sleep in, clearly, that wasn’t gonna happen. She was still wearing her job outfit. A dark red micro skirt, black fishnet tights, and a black crop top. She walked towards the commotion, the entire clan was shouting and Osiah was struggling to make himself heard. Willie McCoy, one of the very few veterans to still be around, was sitting on the hood of his car as V approaches “Hey Willie” she greets, he turns to look at her and grins at her appearance: Tanned skin, curvaceous forms, and toned physique. Her red hair was cut in a way that allowed for a few cybertech implants she had managed to afford to be installed without issue “Hey babe” he greets back, like many others in the clan, he had her, more than once too. “What’s going on?” she asks, Willie shrugs “Politics as usual. Osiah’s trying to get the people to decide” she looks at him puzzled “Decide?” he pats his shirt, producing a cigarette “Yup”, he says, lighting the cigarette up, “I think this is goodbye, he’s trying to get them to decide if they rather have the clan disbanded so everyone can fuck off, or if the clan becomes part of the Snake Nation” V’s eyes widen, looking at Willie “Snake Nation? Really?” Willie shrugs again “That’s what he said, apparently he’s been getting offers left and right to join, they say Snake Nation is a right fit for us” he exhales smoke as he peeks at V’s chest “And what do you say Willie?” he didn’t care for discretion, not with her anyway “I’m a Bakker through and through, V, I’m one of the last veterans who remembers our history, so if the clan goes to Snake Nation, I’ll go to Snake Nation, maybe they’ll let us keep our name”.

V wasn’t entirely sure that was the right move, at least… Not for her. Snake Nation had a reputation for being accepting and receptive to anyone who wanted to join, and they were for the most part, fair in their treatment. But keeping their name? No one has ever heard of “Clan Fuckface, a subsidiary of the Snake Nation”, her mind was racing looking for a way to follow. “What about you, V?” he suddenly asks “You staying?” she stayed quiet for a moment, and then shook her head “I don’t think so… I’ll need one last job to make my way out of here, got something. anything, Willie?” the man shrugs “I’m a fixer for the Bakkers, you don’t sound very Bakker like” V rolled her eyes, and then looked at him “Come on Willie, after all those times? Tell me you didn’t get the ride of your life” the man grins and chuckles “Oh yeah, I sure as fuck did… It’s a shame I won’t get to clap your cheeks again” V grins licking her lips “You could if you left too” he was about to reply when the clan becomes silent, Osiah finally announces their fate “Then it’s all decided! I’ll get in touch with the Snake Nation and let them know we’ll join them! Everyone! get ready, we leave tomorrow at first light!” Willie finishes the cig and stands “Welp, that’s that”, he says casually as he looks at V “Fuck…” she mutters, she was now in a race against time “Well, I need to figure something out, I guess I’ll see you around” she says, still trying to think of something “V, wait” Willie says catching up to her “I may have something for you after all” she was curious and intrigued “But consider this the last ever favor I do for you, after this, you go your way, we go ours, got it?” V nods in agreement “Yeah no prob, so what do you have for me?” Willie motions her to follow him as they both head to V’s car “How good are you at smuggling?” he asks curiously “Nothing much to it, have done it a few times, get in, smile, get the papers, get the bribe, get out, no problem” she recites “There’s this job… The contact is Jackie Welles or so he says. He’ll be waiting in a small town called Yucca, it’s some… I don’t know, 50 or so miles north from here” as he helps V to get ready he continues offering her details “He has a crate, corpo cargo he wants to smuggle into Night City, ever been?” Night City, she had heard a lot about it, and how legends were born there, all the horror stories, and all the rumors around it “No, but I’ve always wanted to go there” she says with a smile “Right well, here’s the thing, go meet with Welles, get the bribe money from him, make your way to the checkpoint, smile, be pretty, show a nipple or both, get out and get into Night City, he’ll pay you and you both go your separate ways, once you’re in, you’re on your own, but I’m sure you’ll make your way there, Night City loves people with your… uh… talents” as he says that, he slaps V’s round ass and sighs “I sure am gonna miss having your ass bounce off my cock” she grins looking at him “Another one for good luck?” Willie laughs and slaps her ass one more time, his hand lingering as he fondles it too. V gets into her car as Willie approaches her “One more thing V” he says “Yeah?” the man looked concerned for a second or two before talking “This town, Yucca… They don’t like nomads, I know lots of towns don’t like nomads, but this town has a… reputation, see? Lynchings, shootings, the works… Just don’t linger there, alright?” she nods as she presses the ignition button on her Galena “Thank you, Willie… I hope to see you around” the man steps away from the vehicle “For your own good, girl, I hope we never see each other again, good luck to you”.

V gave one last look to the clan, while it was still a clan, while they were still the Bakkers, and drove off. Her next stop would be Yucca.

As she was approaching the town, the Galena started to act up. The engine was seizing up “Come on, what the hell is wrong with you?” She started to get frustrated as she was approaching Yucca, the engine was slowly dying “Shit” she hissed as the car finally died after reaching the town. She tried to start it again to no avail. She got out and popped the hood open. It looked fixable, but she didn’t have the tools on hand as she usually used the ones the clan provided “Shit!” she grumbled as she dropped the hood. “Trouble?” she heard as a man was cleaning grease off his hands “Yeah, you could say that, choom, my car just died on me” the man approached to take a look but then he realized who he was dealing with “Oh… Oh, you’re one of them, aren’t you? Sorry, I can’t help you” the man backed away “Choom please, have a fucking heart” V pleaded as the man shook his head “No sorry, I don’t want any trouble, you should leave” V followed the man some more “Choom please, I’d leave if I could, just help me out, if you don’t wanna get involved, at least lend me tools, please?” the man was not having it, and V did what she did best, as she pulled down her top, exposing her naked chest to him “I’ll make it worth your while choom, I promise” the man stopped and grunted to himself “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he says as he rushes to the back of the car “Get in, we’re pushing it to my garage” V did as instructed “Thanks choom, you’re saving my fuckin’ life” the man seemed scared as he pushed the car into his garage and lowered the metallic curtain. V gets out of the car as the man, who had the name “Mike” on his coveralls, asked her to pop the hood. “I’ll take a look, it shouldn’t be an issue, I don’t think it’s anything serious”, he says “Hey choom, got somewhere I could freshen up?” the man was still looking at the car “There’s a sink on the back, mirror too” V made her way there and splashed some water on her face, looking at the reflection in the mirror, she sighed. She still had the Bakker patch with her, and she realized that was the last memento she’d ever get from them, a reminder of a different life. Unceremoniously, she just leaves it by the sink. She only hoped that whatever was wrong with her char, this Mike could fix it as soon as possible.
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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale