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The Dreams of Cyber Misfits (CasualVelociraptor x Alisa_Perne)

CasualVelociraptor

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Sunday, August 17th, 2092

“Now arriving- Dragon’s Hoard Station,” the AI pilot announced as the subway for this EcoSphere pulled up to the dirty, dimly lit station. It had been renamed by the E1165 Governing Council- a rare honor for anyone, especially in the Container City side of town- after noting the success of the Dragon’s Hoard club, run by the mysterious Lady Mist, as a tourist trap. Even though it looked like nothing special from the outside at best and like a run down illegal organ repo shop at worst, on the inside it was bustling. Strippers baring it all onstage, drinks, drugs and synthfoods being served, MindShares of anything imaginable downloaded directly into users’ brains, real and virtual sex- anything and everyone was for sale here, and people flocked to Dragon’s Hoard for that reason.

The woman getting off the train to visit said club also looked unremarkable on the outside. Just an athletic, 5’3” 20 year old Japanese woman. Like anyone else crammed like a sardine in the metal tube that shuttled the lower class between their hard jobs and their fleeting pleasures, she was wearing a ShareChip to get photos, videos and music put directly into her brain. The only differences were that she was the most dressed up (for her clothes doubled as armor) and the least armed or cybernetically augmented of the bunch. Plus, she had a one of a kind BabelChip installed on the other side of her temple that allowed her to understand and talk in any known language, and some that recently became extinct such as Gaelic, despite her only naturally fluent language being her native Japanese.

Therefore, hardly anyone could have guessed just by looking at her that she was Alexa Null, the once promising mercenary who bravely led the counterattack that put down the Pacifica HyperCruises Riot of 2091 but then vanished. When she got off the train while listening to an old classic- Escape by K-391 ft. Vexento, anyone who did recognize her didn’t get a real glimpse as her magnetic bionboots popped out of her legs, propelled her over the heads of the crowd and locked her onto the titanium siding of one of the containers, allowing her full freedom to wall run while carrying her heavy pistol on her hip and a collapsible shotgun and electrokatana on her back.

In the midst of the parkour path she carved across the favelas, Alexa spied another HyperCruise docking by the Shipyards, no doubt bringing another batch of eager young go-getters who hoped to live as legends, who would instead be chewed up and spit into early graves by this Ark. She’d taken an Ark FTL Train here from TokyoMet after forsaking her real name for good, and knew their pain and, most dangerously, hope.

But she’d survived as long as she had on her own by following her grandfather’s advice. “Do not be the moth that chases a small flame. Be the firefly that creates your own.”

She had bided her time plenty, saving up long enough with small time security gigs. It was now time to seize a larger destiny, to truly become a name to be feared and adored in equal measure by the same people that uttered it. And her way of doing this was by signing up for Lady Mist’s Bodyguard Brawl tonight at this club.

The rules were simple: melee weapons,
augments, and martial arts only. (Guns would cause too many legal headaches, like accidentally shooting the spectators or getting Ark Security called in by panicking neighbors.) 12 participants, live or home tickets $100 a pop, and only one survivor.

The first and only prize was a lifetime (however short or long that might be) position as Lady Mist’s personal head of security, with a salary of $1,000,000 StellDollars a year. It was going to be the event of the season here at Ark Marianas. 2,000 people were packing the club to the gills, another 7,500 people were lucky enough to buy MindShare Tickets to watch live once from the comfort of their tanks as they saw and felt every injury, cry of pain, and even death through the eyes of the combatants, and 50,000 people had preordered the on-demand MindShare to watch when it became available to download and relive as many times as they wanted the next day.

Based on $6,000,000 worth of ticket sales alone, Lady Mist could afford to hire six of the contestants to her security team for a year, and the remainder could get paid more than they were worth from the proceeds raked in by refreshments and hookers ordered by the patrons on-premises. But Lady Mist had very exacting quality standards, and only someone who could fight and kill a dozen people at once without a single thought would prove themselves capable of protecting the most powerful madame in the Pacific Ocean.

Upon entering the club, these were reflected in the decor, the psychedelic lighting, the girls, boys and others, and of course, the pre-fight entertainment that was available to all, which she partook of after registering as a contestant, putting her guns in a chute at the door and getting a seat.

A very scantily clad android waitress with pink SynthSkin floated up to her table on hovering feet and asked, “Hi, I’m Lucille, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Would you like anything to drink before the show?”

Alexa was unable to talk over the cover of They Don’t Know Me Like You, originally written by Papa Zeus and Justin Jesso in 2021 and now performed by a rockerboy by the name of Trench Fish, a native of this Ark who’d made himself world-legendary with his billion seller debut album Nuke My Heart. Instead she shook her head no.

When Lucille asked in a clearly scripted manner, “Would you like to fuck like animals then baby? Only $9.99 a minute for the first five minutes,” Alexa wirelessly transmitted her order for a triple-decker synthham sandwich from her mind to shut the other girl up. If it were any other night, she might have taken Lucille up on her offer, but she needed to focus before the fight and just needed a little something in her stomach to give her the requisite energy. Since she processed food at a higher rate than people who were not as athletic as her, this tall sandwich was the equivalent of a light snack.

It tasted fine enough once it was rolled out five minutes later, and she also thought that making Lucille’s RealSex(TM) pussy cum would probably also satisfy her hormonal impulses after winning the battle. (It was not a question of if, never if. Alexa never entertained any doubts; if she did then she would have died many times over.)

But she had to admit, she missed two things about her life back in TokyoMet. The hard to find fresh ingredients in her mother’s famous pork belly ramen, and the real skin of Misaki, her childhood best friend, embracing her own nude form as they shared their virginities and cried out their unvarnished love for each other.

Both of which were at too high a premium for most in this world.

Both, she’d had to leave behind.
 
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Faylynn stepped off the train, she looked around scanning the stations occupants, bobbing her head with Walk it like I talk it in hear headphones, the bubble gum chewing, gun toting assassin eyed the area with her implants, her eyes changing colors like the LEDs of the floating billboards of this century, she could choose the color, but she also loved attention, whether it was good or bad, sort of like a cat. So she decided to just make them slowly change through the colors of the rainbow. Through her vision though it looked more like the HUD of a video game, an arrow pointed to the left indicating her destination of the Dragons Hoard was that way. She took a few steps forward bobbing her head to the music, the sounds of the world mute to her. At five foot eleven inches, she was tall for a girl, but then again, she wasn't actually a girl, well not completely anyway.

Sifting through the crowd she blew a bubble and just sort of minded her own business, shoulder checking a few people that were walking too slow, of course the imminent stare down was over quite quickly, one look at her from head to toe would make you realize, you probably should just ignore it and move on. She stepped into the club and scanned it with her optics. "Human......human....ew...robot...no......." Her eyes fell on the woman sitting at the table, "Ah, totally an aug." she said and walked over to the table taking a chair across from her, she put her bag on the floor, and gun on the table, "Hey." she said, "You here for the thing? The body guard thing?" she said.
 
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As soon as the tall girl with a long, scraggly technicolor dreamcoat of hair presumed to take her seat next to Alexa, the startled merc stood up, drew her blade and swiftly but gently pressed it to the other woman’s throat without leaving any kind of mark. That was a warning not to dare try anything funny.

“What business is it of yours, Rainbow?” she sniffed dismissively after she sat back down, her Death’s Angel charm, only awarded to those Japanese mercenaries who had taken a life in cold blood, swinging wildly around her navel piercing. “Are you one of those poor fools destined to die pointlessly for my amusement, and that of thousands of blood thirsts?” That was what people generally called those who liked to watch, even...pleasure themselves to the sight of someone being killed these days, or themselves virtually inhabiting the body of someone being murdered repeatedly.

Not that she thought any of that was actually amusing; Alexa just needed this loud, obnoxious intruder upon her space to not think anything of her, and not tip her off to Alexa’s participation in the contest until it was too late. She had, after all, been trained by her grandfather, once a cybersamurai himself who had defended what remained of Japan from Chinese invasion, not only in 銃剣のバランス (jūken no baransuto- balance of guns and swords, but usually just called jūken for short) but also to believe in the Eight Virtues of Bushido- the Ancient Samurai Code.
Be acutely honest throughout your dealings with all people. Believe in justice, not from other people, but from yourself. To the true warrior, all points of view are deeply considered regarding honesty, justice and integrity. Warriors make a full commitment to their decisions.
Hiding like a turtle in a shell is not living at all. A true warrior must have heroic courage. It is absolutely risky. It is living life completely, fully and wonderfully. Heroic courage is not blind. It is intelligent and strong.
Through intense training and hard work the true warrior becomes quick and strong. They are not as most people. They develop a power that must be used for good. They have compassion. They help their fellow men at every opportunity. If an opportunity does not arise, they go out of their way to find one.
True warriors have no reason to be cruel. They do not need to prove their strength. Warriors are not only respected for their strength in battle, but also by their dealings with others. The true strength of a warrior becomes apparent during difficult times.
When warriors say that they will perform an action, it is as good as done. Nothing will stop them from completing what they say they will do. They do not have to 'give their word'. They do not have to 'promise'. Speaking and doing are the same action.
Warriors have only one judge of honor and character, and this is themselves. Decisions they make and how these decisions are carried out are a reflection of who they truly are. You cannot hide from yourself.
Warriors are responsible for everything that they have done and everything that they have said and all of the consequences that follow. They are immensely loyal to all of those in their care. To everyone that they are responsible for, they remain fiercely true.
This was a code that (minus the requirement that a samurai commit seppuku- ritual suicide- upon failure) had been passed down for thousands of years. And it was not at all embodied by taking sick pleasure in another’s death, or your own.

Her grandfather would probably frown on the idea of her entering a bloodsport arena to begin with for all those reasons. However, Alexa had justified it by telling herself that she was the only one with the skillset to defend Lady Mist’s life, and if killing all other comers was the condition Lady Mist placed upon that honor, then so be it.

The tension was broken when Lucille bent over until her cleavage was at Faylynn’s eye level and then asked her, “Hi, I’m Lucille. Can I get you anything, doll? Food? Drinks? Drugs? My wet and willing holes?”
 
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"Bottle of vodka and a shot glass, and get the fuck out of my face Sex bot." Although she found herself having second thoughts, she was depraved, and wouldn't mind plunging her gargantuan cock into some sort of hole. There were other matters at stake. She held up her hand and made the peace sign, then nonchalantly blew a bubble. "So part of me wants to say, lets just settle this here and now in front of all of these nice people but, maybe I should introduce myself first. Faylynn Shadowburn, or Shade or Shadow, for short, but never Fay, I will fucking gut anyone who calls me Fay. Perhaps you have heard of me? I pulled off that political assassination's last week, the politician that was trying to get the bill passed to make these little arenas outlawed. Well obviously my benefactors benefit from these events greatly, so I killed him." She put her gun to her head and pretended to pull the trigger, "Boom, brains all over the inside of his car." she resumed her innocent smile. "I'm here for the thing to by the way, I dunno about you, but I honestly don't plan on dying either, but I also don't plan on going easy."

The bot brought back the bottle and a shot glass. Shade poured herself a shot and drank it, all the while not breaking eye contact with the girl. She poured another shot and slid it towards the girl. "So, what's your name?" she said drinking from the bottle, still not breaking eye contact. Obviously the woman in front of her was a trained killer, and was doing the same, she was quick to draw her sword, shade had her own reflexes at the ready, adrenal boosters primed and she was ready to fire the small spear she had in her left arm, she would pin the girl to the booth before she killed her, she decided, she would make her watch while she took her apart. All of this, was not telegraphed in any way, just like a true killer, you never knew she was going to kill you, till the bullet had pierced your brain or the tip of her sword had pierced your heart.
 
Lucille went away at Faylynn’s command, the android programmed to give a pouty face if rejected or mistreated in anything so that the customer would buy more things or give more in tips that would go to management since androids didn’t need tips, just charging. Human labor protection laws meant that not all the servers and escorts were androids, but half were here, and that pressured everyone here to hustle until their feet bled. Especially tonight, one of the most important for the club.

In any event, after their server came back with drinks, Alexa carefully contemplated the torrent of braggadocio that Faylynn had just spewed. Alexa had never taken on contract killing like that- just worked private security where collateral damage that she never partook in was allowed- but still, even she knew any assassin in her right mind would ever be so forthright about being a hitperson. At least, no reasonable one. If you started telling any Tom, Dick and Harry about your tags, someone like a desperate wife, son, even best friend of the deceased could hire an assassin to assassinate you for taking out your target. But everything about Faylynn screamed making a scene, and that irritated Alexa to no end.

Still, she saw no point in upbraiding Ms. Shade or whatever silly moniker she preferred or would gut people for using for lack of tact when inside of an hour they’d be trying to kill each other anyway. A simple, clean sword strike through that big mouth of Faylynn’s and piercing the empty space where her brain was supposed to be seemed to Alexa the quickest way of shutting the chatterbox up for good.

“Null. Alexa Null,” the frosty Japanese woman said. Still not wanting to give away her own participation in Bodyguard Battle Royale, she continued tersely, “If you really are here for the tournament, Miss Shade, then that’s all you ever need know. Either you’ll die and forget all about me, or you’ll be whisked off to an apartment in Lady Mist’s Tower penthouse and forget all about me anyway.”
 
Shade pretended to shudder, "Oooooh, you sound like you wanna hurt me." She leaned in close this time with more measure and a certain note of "I will fuck you up in her voice." as her tone changed from one of the innocent reckless girl to more of a true measure of her self, a calculated, cold assassin, "I like being hurt. Do me a favor though, when we are the arena, and its just you and me left, and I assure you it will be that way, try not to run too far, I'm fast too." she pulled back with a smile, and took another swig from the bottle. "Idea, hear me out, if we both win, she hires us both, how about a draw?" she asked.

"Wait a minute. Alexa fucking Null? Alright, okay, so I got a little respect for you now, you were the savior of that Harrison guy or whatever, damn, they had him pinned and were going to kill him. Then here you come using those bionic boots of yours and bust through the window and murder them all. Not a civilian harmed if I remember correct. Very nice work. I take it you were more on the good side of the law then?" she cocked her head, "You sure I haven't tried to kill you before? I got a thing for goodie goodies, they sort of get in the way of my wicked ways." she smiled taking another long gulp from the bottle.
 
Alexa sighed, seeing no point any more in keeping up the charade about her being some random girl at the club, seeing as how that damn unauthorized MindShare of her actions onboard the Pacifica ship had been shared by PremierShip Security, her former employer, far and wide on the MindNET without giving her a single cent. This meant that a competitor would have already gleaned a lot about her fighting style by watching through her eyes. But there were still a few tricks she had up her tightly armored sleeves.

“Oh?” Alexa asked, then leaned over and touched Faylynn’s hand. “I don’t recall fighting off anyone trying to kill me who was as charming as you,” she smiled.

In truth, she really didn’t recognize Faylynn as an OPFOR from any legal, grey area, or underworld security jobs that she’d worked, and she had a good memory for that sort of thing. But sarcasm dripped from her voice to indicate it didn’t matter. Although...if they’d met under different circumstances...

To respond to the woman’s other points, Alexa leaned in further and whispered in her left ear, “If you’ve MS’d me”- the typical shorthand for watching someone else’s first person POV MindShare- “then you already know that I, do not, run.”

Bounced ten feet in the air with her boots gibbing multiple people with her shotgun, yes. Kicked a sword into someone’s throat and then blown his friend’s head off, yes. Even broken a man’s neck with a twist of her hips. But run? Never.

Then she leaned back and laughed like a hyena thinking about Faylynn’s proposal of a draw again.

“You’ll have to earn a draw, young lady”- saying this even though Faylynn, unbeknownst to her, was three years her senior- “by fighting like you want to kill me until neither of us can any more, not ask for it beforehand like a schoolgirl,” Alexa replied coolly.

“But hey, let’s make it interesting,” she purred and winked. “In the astronomically unlikely event that we’re both still alive, we fight to a draw, and Lady Mist decides to hire us both, then we can celebrate by fighting some more...in a friendlier manner...and a more comfortable venue.”

Her vague words created plausible deniability, and she did not expect this to happen, but there was no mistaking her meaning. There were worse possible outcomes to today than getting the position and teaching the insolent girl in front of her a lesson in manners in bed after fighting her to a stalemate. Preferably while she was tied to each post and gagged. Besides, it was not uncommon for sparring partners or bitter enemies to bang it out later, as there were many different emotions and hormones involved in both fighting and fucking that had forged world-legendary romances and inspired many a billion-selling scripted or reality MindShare.

“So,” Alexa said, offering her hand. “Do we have an honorable agreement between warriors?”
 
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"Square fucking deal missy." She shook Alexa's hand. "If I am anything, its honorable, well that and a monster, and a bitch, and evil and...." she trailed off listing everything everyone thought she was or every name she had been called. After a few moments a man came in, wearing normal clothes and very much a human. he was dressed like a butler and carrying a very long briefcase. He walked over to Faylynn and sat the briefcase down on the table.

"Your sword Ms. Faylynn, the Shadowburn corporation requests that you please stop forgetting it." the man walked away before he incurred Faylynn's wrath, she hated her first name, and balled her fist the instant he said it, but he was gone before she could plant four knuckles squarely on his jaw.

She rubbed the back of her neck, "Oh, heh, yeah I sort of forget I have this thing when I am not using it." she said with an awkward smile, "N-not that I don't know how to use it." she winked, and smirked at her own double innuendo, Alexa didn't know it yet, but Shade was a very special girl. Shade sat the briefcase down next to her, "Ugh, this music is awful, that singer is awful." she put on her headphones and listened to 100 miles and running and bobbed her head, as she looked around the club.
 
The club was alive. The smells of smoke, food, hormones, sweat and grease lingered in the air like a thin veil that masked the illusion of the club and the real world outside. The music slowly began to turn to one with a lower beat, deep and heavy as it pounded and caused the floor to vibrate ever so slightly. The light's began to dim to thin red beams as smoke wafted through the floor of the club, staying low to the ground making it nearly impossible for anyone to see the floor. Most likely for the best as it would be a lot easier to clean up the mess afterwards. It had been so subtle most would have missed it but steadily the room had been cleared of civilians as they were being given a free treat of their choice to keep the room filled with mercenaries, assassins and anyone who felt like they could wield a weapon good enough. It had been gradual and once Lady Mist had received word of the last participant entering the process had begun. Now only those that wanted the job were left.

As the beat continued to grow the lights flared up with a bright white spotlight in the centre of the room where a woman stood. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Dragon's Hoard!" The woman standing in the middle had dark skin and big white hair that made it seem like a cloud was resting on top of her head. She wore large sunglasses and a skin tight suit. It was clear this wasn't Lady Mist. "So who's ready for some action!" As she yelled that out more lights flared up and the audience in the upper levels were cheering and looking down, the sound of their jeers, cheers and bloodlust drowned the music out. "I can't hear you! WHO IS READY FOR SOME ACTION!" The noise was deafening before the announcer raised her hand and lowered it bringing everyone to silence. "So killers of all means i'm going to keep this simple and easy." She practically bounced between the tables and gave a wide smile to the murderers around her as if they were her best friends.

"The doors won't open until the best of the best remain standing. Now i'm sure you all think you're hot shit. So let's put your money where your mouth is. After all that's why y'all are here right? A job of the ages! So! Without much further a do and with the signal from our gracious host. Let's let carnage begin!" The enthusiasm was genuine and the crowd certainly seemed to be loving it. "Lady Mist, if you would!"

The entire stadium seemed to grow quiet as people audibly and visibly peered up to the one spot of the audience that was completely black. If anyone tried to pierce the shadows they wouldn't be able to see anything. The only signal that was given was a loud horn and the lights in the now stadium began to pulse and beat out with the music providing an uncomfortable yet constant rhythm. The battle royale had begun.

"Let's make some noise!" The Announcer yelled into the microphone before letting out a joyful laugh.
 
No sooner had the Announcer officially declared the start of the fight and the cheering of the crowd from the gallery above deafened everyone than Alexa somersaulted back and away from Faylynn and everybody else. Then she cheekily decided to mess with Fay by activating her electrokatana and using that to slice away half her hair. After that, she quickly used the smoke on the floor to her advantage by sliding on her boots and crouch running across the floor.

It became evident Alexa and Faylynn were the only two women in the tournament. Most of the men were big, muscular, and prone to roaring before they attacked.

Like Tiny Tom, a perennial crowd favorite at these nearly-outlawed death brawls who’d replaced all his skin with thicker, armored red SynthSkin- himself, without anesthesia- to never feel pain again. He’d also had his head surgically replaced with an armored skull that he’d moved his brain into. It could elevate itself with heavy cables on command for a tactical advantage. And he used that well to spy two other guys he’d been sharing drinks with.

When they realized what was going on and tried to run, Tiny Tom cried, “Welcome to die!” then grabbed both their heads, lifted them up as they screamed, bellowed, “POP GOES THE WEASELS!” and crushed them before giggling, “Hmmm...face gravy” as their brains ran down his palms and beginning to attack the others.

Other chooms were not so lucky. Dag the Desert Doombringer had been allowed to bring his revolver so long as it was unloaded, because it had a bayonet attachment. But he’d secretly stuffed six bullets up his prison wallet and then pooped them out and loaded his gun in the bathroom while the sound of two guys having sex in the next stall covered his tracks.

But as soon as he cocked the hammer and was about to declare, “Surprise, motherfuckers!” a military-grade EMP turret hidden in the ceiling precisely targeted the cybernetics in his brain and fried them, killing him instantly and bloodlessly. The implication was clear; break the rules and the consequences would be swift and severe.

Meanwhile, Alexa got her first kill after jumping off a table, running up and then off the wall, and decapitating a competitor attempting to chase her from mid-air. The stump that used to be his neck was cauterized by the crackling electricity from her sword, and before his body slumped to the floor she had already disappeared into the shadows, behaving more like a ninja than a samurai in that regard.
 
Faylynn, was too calm, to cool, too collected, although the music in hear headphones drowned out the noise, she was very aware of what was happening, as it happened. When Alexa sliced off half of her hair, it didn't even phase her. She stood up, scowled and pointed at her eyes then at Alexa notifying her that she was watching her. Shade bent over and unlatched the case her sword was in. She felt someone coming on her left, she crouched low and drew her sword, swinging it to the left, in one smooth motion and a spin she had drawn her sword and cleaved her opponent in half at the hips, the spray of blood coating her pale skin and turning her multicolored hair a deep red.

She saw Tiny Tom and immediately recognized him as a threat that needed to be shut down, the man was a hulking mound of anger, and muscle, and fury. Her personal favorite target, easy to provoke, easy to kill. She singled him out quite quickly and provoked him into a fight with her. "Hey peanut brain!" she shouted, and pointed her sword at him, "Yeah, you, shit dick, lets go." Tom yelled in rage and anger and ran at Shade. Exactly as she planned. When Tom swung, she caught his fist, her cybernetic arm easily stopping it.

"W-wha?" he said as he pushed harder but Shade did not budge. "Stop fight so hard!" he said trying to press harder, trying to draw his fist back he found himself locked in her grip, and a bit too stupid or stunned to remember he had a second fist he could have hit her with. Shade smirked and brought her sword chest level with Tom. She was going to torture him, despite the literal battle going on all around him, she wanted to make sure that he felt all the pain and fear all of her victims did. She yanked on his arm a little, pulling him forward, he struggled, tried to step back, she pulled again. The tip of the blade pierced his chest, he felt no pain, but he did feel fear. This girl, this little girl, overpowering him. "Tom not die." he shouted in vain as she yanked him onto her sword, inch by inch. Although when it was halfway in his chest, to his credit he was still fighting. Till she yanked it upward, slicing him in half, covering herself in more blood. As if on cue the track changed in her headphones.
 
Alexa had been quietly mulling in the corner, giving herself a haircut too to prevent Faylynn from doing the same thing or another enemy contestant from grabbing her hair (she’d therefore admitted to herself that she’d gotten careless by letting it grow) when she saw Faylynn take down the invincible Tiny Tom by herself through the infrared vision on her shades. Now that, that was actually impressive.

On the other hand, killing such a popular fighter had made Shade into the heel of this story. Cries of “Not Tiny Tom, you bitch!”, “What am I gonna tell my daughter when she’s holding his plushie?!”, “No! He was a sure thing! My rent money- gone!”, and “Kill her, Alexa! Kill her!!!” rang out.

Once again, that loud woman had drawn all the attention to herself. Good. That meant Alexa could sneak up on her and finally-

A dude in white facepaint with tall blue hair held a glaive to her throat and sneered, “And so the mighty Alexa Null has failed. Suck my dick and maybe I’ll make your death quick, やりまん!”

It was, in fact, a very poor attempt by an uneducated cur to pronounce “yariman,” or “slut.” So in response, she gave her best big anime eyes and said, “Alright, mister, I’ll do anything.”

When he lowered his polearm to pull out his...other polearm, in a flash her sword trimmed his twig and berries, and he didn’t have any time to scream from the extreme pain before she shoved his severed member down his throat so hard his neck broke.

Then she spit on his corpse, muttering, “バカヤロウ” (Bakayarou, meaning asshole). As soon as she did that, and noted that there were only five people left alive, a notoriously bloodthirsty merc named The Bug teamed up with another mook in a temporary alliance while one more goon attacked Faylynn. Alexa tried to slice them with her electrokatana and the stolen glaive, but The Bug used his cybernetic feet to stomp the floor, launching her back-first onto a table that cracked from the force.

Then the Bug’s ally pinned her down by the throat with one hand and cupped her ass with the other while the Bug delicately slid one of the flat sides of his knife across her cheek.

“You have such a pretty face, Alexa. I’m going to enjoy peeling it off while you scream and wearing it,” he laughed.

But they forgot about Alexa’s bionboots, which she now used to launch herself off the table. This sent the goon tumbling back, and then, when she landed, she impaled both the metallic heels deep into their rotten hearts, killing them in seconds.

As people cheered her on, Alexa realized that her bionboots were really lodged in there and attempted to launch herself again but was caught on their ribcages. She couldn’t even walk with their weights around her feet. So she grabbed The Bug’s infamous knife and began cutting her way through his chest in order to free herself and reach her twin melee weapons that were feet away on the floor.
 
Shade saw the girl in distress, and always a fan of the honorable kill, she was never one to take advantage of her opponents weakness, always wanting to beat them fair and square, she made a dead sprint towards Alexa, shoulder checking some nameless scrub looking for fame then swiping at him with her sword as she passed, not concerned if she had killed him or not. Then of course another mook had to step in front of her, holding twin batons that hummed with electricity.

"Heh heh, gotcha now bitch." he said in a gravely voice as he spun his batons, "One hit from these and its short circuit, then you get to watch yourself die as I plug those pretty little aug eyes out of your head."

"Hey Alexa, gimmie one moment okay, gotta deal with this guy." she said.

"Fat chance you fucking technicolored wannabe." he swiped at her and with a step back she easily dodged his swipe, and it became very apparent he was testing her abilities, as he swiped again and she dodged it. She batted at him with her sword and he flicked it aside with the baton. She decided to test how powerful those batons actually were and when he swatted at her she leaned into it and let him get a good firm whack on her shoulder. Just as he stated, her whole left arm flopped at her side, dead, luckily she held her sword with her right.

The man laughed and went for another swing and she dropped to one knee and the baton grazed over her head, and in the top right corner of her hud, read: REBOOTING.....15......14

Fifteen seconds, the difference between life and death in most scenarios, at this point the man had her on her knees, making sure he kept her back pedaling, as he swiped forward 10.....9, she leaned back and kicked up, planting her feet firmly in his chest, giving her just enough space to kick her legs out and use her own momentum to get back on her feet. 7......6. Almost. He charged her and she shoulder checked him again with her dead arm and she put all of her weight into it and it threw him back a few feet, staggering he regained his balance and charged her, 2........1. Her arm whirred and activated just in time for her to shoot the spear out of it, it went through his shoulder and a small rocket ignited pushing him into a wall and pinning him.

She walked towards him, a wicked grin on her face and she ripped the spear out and slid it back into its barrel on her arm, then she plunged her sword into his heart, Sprinted towards Alexa, and helped her get out of the corpse she was stuck in, of course her help was reaching down and ripping the corpse in half, she kicked her swords over to Alexa and said, "See ya out there." and ran off.
 
As soon as Shade said, “See ya out there,” Alexa asked in some puzzlement, “What...out there? It’s just us.” Indeed, it was just the two of them left, although Alexa was sure that was not easy to tell at first glance for anyone not infrared visors. And she had to appreciate the gesture nonetheless, as Faylynn could have easily killed her while she was defenseless.

“It appears you do, in fact, have some honor after all, Fay,” Alexa said as she nonchalantly balanced the started playing Unstoppable by Antti Martikainen on her ShareChip, thinking that calling her by the forbidden nickname would throw Faylynn’s concentration, making her more vulnerable to counterattack.

“It’s almost a pity to have to kill you, then. But only one of us can live,” Alexa said as she adapted her usual balanced fighting stance that would allow to flow her focus between her sword and shotgun to accommodate both the electrokatana and the glaive instead.

She then stepped firmly forward with swords ready to block Faylynn’s fast attacks and rocket spear, rather than charging in as she usually did but as she’d seen many chooms mistakenly do against Shade today. In doing so, she remembered yet another samurai adage: “The way of the samurai is found in death. When it comes to either or, there is only the quick choice of death. It is not particularly difficult. Be determined and advance.”

“And I do not intend to be the one who dies today,” Alexa snarled. She added, under her breath, “おじいさん、私と一緒に。”

“Ojīsan, watashi to issho ni.”

“Grandfather, be with me.”
 
Shade turned around, now realizing they were the only ones left. “Ojīsan, watashi to issho ni.” she said mocking the girl in her own voice, "See that, that's what you sound like." she pointed her sword at Alexa and smirked as Andy Mineo - You Can't Stop Me played in her headphones. "Look, we can do this easy, call it a draw and we can both walk away winners. As much pleasure as I would take in picking apart that pretty body, I believe it would be much more beneficial this way. I do feel I owe you for cutting off my hair." she gestured the frayed remains of her hair on the left side of her head. "So, there is that." she twirled the sword in her hands as she eyed the girl. "I mean, your choice, but i would put that glaive down, you and I both know it will slow you down, you've already seen me move, being slow is being dead. Your choice, I know you have honor and you won't attack without deciding."
 
"Ladies, ladies!" The announcer called through the mic as she seemingly came out of the smoke that was around the floor. "Quite the slaughter you two have got. It seems folks that we got the baddest bitches on this side of the city!" She held the mic up to the crowd as they cheered out having enjoyed the bloodshed. The announcer gave a little yell and pumped her fists in the ear a little as if she was simply feeding off the excitement around the place. "Now then... ladies." She lowered her sunglasses partially as she eyed the two of them carefully. There was something strange about her eyes, it was almost as if they weren't entirely focussed on either of them or looking through them. "The job is only good for one. So you ALL know what that means!"

"Death match! Death match! Death match!" The crowd began chanting out as if they were a cult seeking to see more blood spill from the two of them.

"One position for one killer ladies, now let's see which one of you can get down and dirty hmm?" She gave them both a big pearly white smile as she spoke without her mic. "I'll be watching you both very carefully." Her voice seem distorted different at that moment, it was like she was a puppet and someone else was talking through her. She pushed her sunglasses up and rolled her hand around in a circular motion. "Let's get this show on the road." She called out as there was a loud blare of a horn and the lights focussed before crackling with energy around the two of them closing them off from the wide space of the full room and giving them a much more intimate arena space.
 
“Okay, now you’re not even pretending to be charming, Fay. Just annoying and mildly racist, as if I can be phased by such a childish, whiney excuse for a warrior,” Alexa snipped as they were closed in more, after tuning out the irritating announcer. “But you do raise a good point,” she mused as she sliced the handle of the glaive with her sword, making the weapon shorter and easier to handle for someone of her size. “Now die or earn your draw.”

Then she sent out an EMP pulse from her electrokatana to disable the strobing lights in the club (but not the force field or the turrets, which had resistance to all EMP devices short of a missile) and threw the glaive with her left hand once darkness enveloped them. A metallic ca-chunk told her that the blade lodged deep into Faylynn’s robotic right arm, destroying her rocket spear mechanism in the process but likely not hitting anything organic. It was a risk to give her another weapon if she potentially removed it, but that ranged melee system needed to be neutralized more urgently.

Meanwhile, she launched off a table with her bionboots, the ambient light coming off of the cameras recording the MindShare the only visual Faylynn would have of the blurry outline of the samurai (at least, for a moment until the lights were possibly rebooted) as she prepared to land feet and sword first into Faylynn’s chest to end this.
 
"DON'T CALL ME....." she yanked the Glaive out of her arm and tossed it across the arena, embedding it in a wall. "FAY!" she shouted, she went to fire her spear, System failure.......rebooting......reboot failure. "Fuck!" she shouted realizing the woman had purposely disabled her weapon. Of course Shade saw it coming, distract then attack, she knew there would be a follow up, the instant the lights had been cut she booted up her infra red and just in time her vision adapted to the dark, she saw Alexa coming and ducked, then swung her sword upward, not to kill, she just cut the front of Alexas shirt, splitting it open and cutting through her bra as well, leaving her breasts exposed. "Not bad, you completely disabled my arm." she said her arm hanging limply at her side, "I hope that Mist lady can afford to fix it after I kill you." she said swinging her sword around and twirling it in her left hand as nimbly as her right. That was the thing about augmented arms, they made you quite ambidextrous. "Now, that that little distraction is out of the way, lets try this again shall we." She vaulted forward, front flipping using now hands, sprung up, and spun, basically turning herself into a missile, coming straight down on Alexa, knowing that Alexa would have to dodge. Shade only appeared light, but anyone who knew anything about augments, especially full limb augments, legs and arms, they weighed a lot, and should Alexa attempt to block this, the sheer weight and force that Shade was coming down would probably split her in two.
 
Alexa was indeed forced to dodge by this fast, powerful cannonball of a woman launching right towards her. She chose to activate her bionboots and jump straight up and out of the way. Unfortunately, she miscalculated by about a second and the left metallic support for her bionboot was sliced off, leading her to land awkwardly and then fall on the floor.

“And you better hope Lady Mist can afford to fix that!” Alexa roared as she retracted her right boot, which wouldn’t provide much spring off the ground. With both their fancy cybernetics no longer of any use, Alexa crashed her katana with Faylynn’s sword, and both women were soon locked in an old fashioned duel, in which they were evenly matched.
 
"You're lucky." Shade said, "If I had my other arm I would snap your sword in two, then crush your windpipe." she said through gritted teeth pushing back against Alexa, she dug in and held against her, "Oh, I sure hope your weak human arms give out." she pushed again taking a step forward, "As soon as you lose your grip, I am gunna enjoy taking you apart." she grinned wickedly and just for effect, she made her eyes glow a nice evil sinister red and pushed harder.
 
“And if I had my guns, you’d already be painted on the walls and I would be Queen of France. Now shut the fuck up,” Alexa snarled, not even losing concentration when her breasts were bared in front of thousands of people, despite the crowd cheering and leering.

She stepped back to let Faylynn’s own momentum make her fall forward a bit, and kicked a table at her face with her good boot as she regained her balance. Her arms were not weak- they were in fact, extremely well conditioned after she’d been forced to have her legs augmented after a work accident before the riot and insisted on keeping her human arms and training them to be close to the strength of her legs. But they were definitely tense, and the only way would get past even one cybernetic arm is if she gave them a break for even a few seconds every once in a while.
 
"Enough!" Came a voice, not from the announcer. It came from the darkened booth where the host of the evening was supposedly in. The crowd fell quiet and the announcer peered up at the balcony awaiting something.

The announcer stiffened for a moment before relaxing as she walked over to the two and once more that voice came from her lips as she peered at them through her glasses. "If you two are going to squabble like that it's clear there's something more entertaining here." She held out two cards to them. "Your room keys, go get yourself cleaned up and repaired and we'll talk in the morning. Both your asses are mine until our contract is over." She said before placing the mic to her lips and the announcer returned to her body. "Well folks there we have it, two skilled killers entered the arena, two lionesses and it seems both are as incapable of killing each other as the other. So they are our joint champions! Now get down here and start the celebrations!" She yelled out as the crowd began to shift and move to get back to the main floor.

A crackle thumped onto the speakers as music began to blare out once more. A few of the bouncers moved over and gave the two women a stiff nod and gestured for them to follow to a back lift. Once there if they used their keys it would allow them to go wherever they wished. Repair rooms, their own rooms that were kitted with it was clear for the time being they were guests. The penthouse, there seemed to be no way of getting to right now. For now though they had a much needed break to get themselves fixed up before the official meeting with their contractor.
 
Shade caught her footing just in time and slashed forward and down, cutting the table in two. "Oh, cheap shot huh?" she stood up, "I was going to just cut of your fucking head and give you a clean death, but now, for that, I'm gunna dismember you. I will fucking cut you in-" The announcer interrupted her as the fight was brought to an end. Suddenly the venomous look left her face, and she went back to the cocky girl that Alexa previously encountered before this fight. It was almost as if she had multiple personalities. She grabbed her bag and put her sword back in its case, it was clearly too large to just carry around. Once the lights came back on, you would see that the sword wasn't a Katana, the favored blade of most killers these days, or even a nice short sword. Shade was using a claymore, it fit her in a way, it stood out and when she started swinging with it, you were either fast, or dead. Everyone had always questioned the decision to use a claymore, they were traditionally two handed, very slow weapons, although Shade wielded it with one hand, and her cybernetic arms allowed her to swing it as easily as one does a smaller sword. Whenever someone asked why her answer always was. "I like the reach."

As they both entered the elevator Shade gently nudged Alexa, "Told ya we would draw." she smirked, and pressed the button leading to the repair room, she pulled out a stick of gum from her bag and began chewing it, she then blew a bubble, "Look, lets kiss and make up yeah?" she giggled, "Seriously, this is the best thing that could have happened, now we both walked away much richer and winners." The elevator came to a halt at Shade's requested floor, "You comin?" she asked as she stepped out and leaned against the door holding it open. "We can get that fancy little boot fixed, and maybe you can help me with my arm?" She said blowing another bubble.
 
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Alexa almost got whiplash from how quickly Faylynn changed gears from wanting to cut her to ribbons; she was quite the character, and Alexa just hoped she wasn’t prone to such drastic mood swings on the battlefield. Or to chewing gum all the time, as that would drive Alexa nuts. She also wondered, after the wink and nod about kissing and making up, if Shade would come to collect on the other half of the deal. It’s not that Alexa minded necessarily, as she drank in Shade’s taut, powerful figure with new, more relaxed eyes and tried to pull the remnants of her shirt over her own chest to keep some modicum of modesty. But despite all the excess energy they needed to shed, it was hard for her to think of going right from being locked in a duel to the death to bedding that same person. So she wouldn’t block it from happening, but wouldn’t bring it up unless Shade did.

“It indeed seems that the universe has found balance once again, and that we have both obtained our preferred outcomes,” she mused as she collected her guns and joined Faylynn on the elevator. “I believe you Americans call it...an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, yes? That’s what happened today, for sure. With two bodyguards of our skills- and that huge sword of yours, alone, which I’m surprised that even my sword’s carbon-reinforced titanium was able to fend off- Lady Mist will have no reason to fear for her safety.”

“I’m also inclined to join you in the repair room, and since I damaged you first, it would only be fair for me to repair you first. Just remember that, per the rules of this event, our MindShares are required to be filming anything and everything between our visit to the club and the signing of the contract,” Alexa concluded as she gave up and removed her shirt entirely, which was too loose to be comfortable any more, leaving her upper torso completely exposed. This was the bare minimum she would do to address anything they might get up to; again, she didn’t care whether any sex between them was filmed or not, but she wanted to make Faylynn aware in case she would prefer to wait until after the cameras were off. “And you fucking owe me a new micro-kevlar plated shirt.”
 
Shade bit her lip, she wanted to pin the woman to the elevator wall, and take her on the ride of her life right then and there, she wanted to plow this woman into oblivion and shower her screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm, but, she wanted it to be more special, so she simply smiled and raised her eyebrows. "You owe me whatever its going to cost to get extensions put in my hair till this shit grows back." she smirked and lead the woman down the hallway to the door of the repair room, she swiped the key card she was given and the door opened and slid to the side. Inside the room was a whole wall of tools and electronic equipment, all designed to fix and even improve cybernetic augments. Shade dropped her bags, "Fucking jackpot!" Shade said as she pulled off her hoodie, and shirt leaving only her bra. "Meh, fuck it." she said and removed her bra. "There, now we are even." she said and turned to Alexa.

So her eyes, and in turn the eyes of the viewers could take in her body, "Oh, one last thing though." she said nonchalantly, "I wasn't moving quite as fast as I wanted to out there, maybe you could take a look at my legs? Feels like I have a short on a servo motor or something, usually the Shadowburn Corporation has people for this to fix it, but, they aren't around sooooooo...." she trailed off, "Just promise me you wont get weird when my pants come off." she said, still leaving the mystery to Alexa.
 
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