Cyberpunk: New Era

MIKEY

Zach inhaled deeply as he rapidly woke up. He looked around himself, surprised to see that he was sitting at a bar counter. The dim light bathed everything in a warm glow, and the air was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and smoke. Just as he was about to look around, the person sitting next to him tossed him a drink.

"Drink it," said the stranger.

Zach turned to his side and took a good look at the guy. He was dashing Handsome. This guy looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a magazine. This guy was probably three or four years older than Zach. But what was surprising that he had really high implants on him. The scanner in his eye (right eye, the green one) is telling the implant was military grade. But unable to locate what kind of implant it was.

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CHARACTER INFO

Name: Unknown

Code name: Mikey

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Organic: 60%

Appearance: Shining white hair, purple eyes, Skin was really white which seems to suit him. Wearing purple shirt over a white t-shirt. Wearing black jeans

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"Thanks for saving me back there," Zach said, gratitude spilling into his voice. He hadn't expected to wake up in a bar, let alone next to someone who had just rescued him.

"Thank your luck. You were lucky I saw you save those kid or i wouldn't waste my time looking at you." His voice carried a weight of grief and sorrow, and the way he held his glass suggested he had come here to drown his own sorrows.

"It's been a while I saw someone caring for others in this city. No one gives a shit about others in this damned world. Fuck Arasaka, Fuck the suits. They run everything, pull all the strings, and the rest of us are just... stuck in their game. Living under their boots, trying to scrape by." He finished his drink in one go. "You're not gonna drink yours?" Zach stared at the drink for a second before pushing it aside, "I don't drink alcohol." He took the drink and tossed him a bottle of orange juice. "Thanks for the juice," Zach said, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. The cold liquid was refreshing against his dry throat. He felt a bit awkward—this guy had just saved his life, and now they were sitting here like old friends.

"Got a name pal?" The stranger asked. "It's Zach." The stranger raised an eyebrow. "You newcomers always have a code name, don't you?" Mikey said, leaning back in his chair. "No one real goes around with their birth name anymore, not in this city."

Zach hesitated before speaking again. "Yeah, I guess. It's Silver Wolf. Found it on a tag I've had since I was a kid. Don't really know where it comes from."

Mikey nodded, like that made perfect sense. "Makes sense. Silver Wolf, huh? Well, I'm Mikey." He tapped a badge pinned to his jacket, and that's when Zach noticed it. The badge had a name on it, "Mikey," along with a symbol—a symbol Zach recognized. Lexy's gang. One of the most notorious rookie gangs in Night City.

"Is today your first night?" "Yeah well i was supposed to just a simple grab and run. But messed that up and ended myself getting saved by someone else."

Zach's eyes widened slightly. Lexy's gang was known for taking in young, skilled people who had potential but hadn't made it big yet. The fact that Mikey was wearing that badge meant he wasn't just some random guy in the city.

"You're with Lexy's crew?" Zach asked, unable to hide his curiosity.

"I was," Mikey said, his expression darkening with sorrow. "But not anymore."