Month: December 2021

Uncomfortable conversations and two offers of help. 4th Prelude to PUNCH! A CORPOS COMEBACK STORY

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4 of 5 Prelude

Cyrus

I was close to getting something together. It took me seven weeks and three big ticket fights but had gotten it half way done.. Coach had put me on a month long break just in time. I had bought a commercial truck and got the permission from the transportation corpos and the contract from Archer 🏹 Inc to do the run. I just needed a driver and defender with a battle crusier to protect the truck from bandits and competitors to Archer 🏹 Inc that would steal the CP-98 and sell it at bigger a market value.

I needed a corpo with contacts to a Fixer that could arrange I pick up offer. I had an idea of who to go to but I didn’t want to talk to the bitch. I didn’t know what the hell response I would get from her.

I needed advice. I went to the tattoo warrior shop hoping to find Goldy and talk with her about it. She wasn’t there but I did find however Swan to my surprise working on a customer’s arm. I thought he had left the city for travel season.

I got a lot of warm greetings from everyone at the shop. Swan smiled at me waving me over to a seat near him. I came over and sat down.

“Look, like you got problems brother. Tell me about em. Maybe I can help or at least point you in a good direction.”

I smiled at him. “Yeah. A bit of problems. You hear about the transportation chain being down for the spring?”

Swan frowned but nodded. “Yeah. I heard. What about it?”

“Well. My son and host of other people need a drug called Cp-98 to come in on time or a whole shit storm will happen and people including my boy will get real sick.”

Swan nodded glancing at me. “What you need to fix the problem brother. Just name it.”

I smiled shaking my head. “I’m almost done fixing it as best as I can. I got a truck and the contract for the job. All I need is a driver and a high priced defender to act as defense against shit bags on the road that will try to steal it up scale the price before it reaches the city in time. I only know one corpo that might have contacts to getting me the best driver and defender I can get on this short of time.”

Swan frown pausing in his work. “You talking about Goldy?”

I blinked in surprise. “No. Goldy isn’t officially a corpo anymore just like me. She couldn’t help me. No. I meant. My ex-wife.” I said.

Swan stared at me. “The bitch that stole your family company, The bitch that won’t let you see your kid because of some bullshit corpo laws and taught your son to disrespect you? That corpo bitch. You think she’ll help you?”

Damn it. Even the sound of talking to Gwen Murphy again sent a chill down my spine. I shook my head though. “No. She would see me in hell first. She’ll help her own son though. I don’t have to do much to convince her.”

Swan stared at me. “Yet, you haven’t gone to her already. Why is that? Do you just hate her? Is it pride?”

“I don’t trust. She fucked me over once and she changed my son’s last name just to fuck with me while I was in the pin. I know she’ll try to fuck me over but if it gets my son the medicine he needs-“

“Fuck that wishful thinking. Your son needs the medication but he also needs his father alive and to respect you.” Swan shook his head. “You got me and every kind of man in the dregs with a kid that needs that medicine willing to help you for free. Just one word from you is all we need.”

“Damn. Straight.” Said the man Swan was tattooing.

I stared at them. “Alright. But, I have to talk with her first and see if it’s possible she can see the best interests of her son.”

Both men shook their heads. Swan stared at me. “It’s a dead end. If that bitch can see an angle to fuck you over she will. I know her type. Don’t agree to shit unless it’s in writing or if it seems to easy. I’ll be ready when you need me and I’ll get you a defender for free on me. I can manage it.”

Damn. That’s the best news I’ve heard in all this shit. “Thank you.”

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Alright I think PUNCH! A corpos comeback story is headed in a good direction. More cyberpunk dreams lore

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I’m still a little worried about whether or not I can do it but I’m pushing forward. The second half set up is looking good.

Oh. A word on cyberpunk dreams lore. Pay grads.

Runners are at the bottom of subcontractors and earn the lowest fee. Top fee earners are solos and Fixers.

Corpos of course earn the highest-rated pay grads.

Now. That said. The story might be a fast paced one. I hope I can nail this thing because the set is wonderful for the second half of when the story gets going.

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Signs of trouble and The Wolf is born. 3rd Prelude to PUNCH! A corpos comeback story.

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3 of 5 prelude

Cryrus

I just wanted the fight to be a good one. I had to prove myself and mark the event as something the owner of EMP fighting corpo Jim Morrisson would be able to market upward to the public. Coach Grayson justed wanted me to focus on winning but the business side of this all ran through my mind as I took the walk from the locker room with the rest of the small time event fighters.

We were the pre-fight show before the main event tonight with the real champions. That’s what I was aiming for becoming a champion to gain the credits to buy into a franchise and earn my way back to corpo status. It was only then I could stand in the eyes of the law as fit pratrach corpo.

“You need to get your head in the game.” Coach told me noticing my mind was drifting. He glared at me as he walked with me to the main event arena.

I nodded and was silent. I couldn’t though. I needed every fight to count to my business plan and-“

“Franklin Inc. Is out of the transporter status. That lives a hole to fill in the chain of drugs and food services this spring. Drug and food corpos are on a mad dash to find solo or runners with a truck willing to do the dangerous job through the bad lands for runners fees.-”

I stopped in my tracks as I heard a news feed from a terminal computer to my right. I turned to see the report of Franklin going under. Reading the headline. Shit. Frankline was the only fucking transporter of Cp-98 into the city for the Archer 🏹 Inc. Pharmaceutical company in to the fucking city. If the city messed the spring run of the drug, hundreds of people we’re going to start getting sick or die before another transporter could be fit into the supply chain for next summer into the next spring run.

Jon needed that medicine. He couldn’t wait. He was on a fixed periodic schedule. I can’t believe the transportation corpos didn’t have a back up transporter for the delivery. It was late winter and spring was a few months away. Who in the hell would take up the job this late for the low pay grade of a runner. Fuck it.. I had to get my hands on some credits fast and handle this shit myself.

Coach yanked at my arm. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You need to get you head in the game.”

I turned to him. “I need you to get me another match after I win this one. It has to be a big ticket one.”

Coach stared at me. “You into some gambling debt or something or getting a big dick?”

“I have to win this match and every match you can get me. I can’t lose. I won’t lose.” I told him only. It was enough though Coach nodded.

“i hear you. I been there to. Let’s win this thing.”

I turned walking to the arena with my mind focused on the win. I couldn’t lose now. I needed the credits and didn’t have time to think about rising slowly.

I saw my opponent in the ring. Hickson Wells. A 5’11 tough bult and fast in fighter. His bandaged hands and forearms were already lit with his element and sparking as he shadow boxed.

Five wins one loss. He was the first challenge I had to knock down. I felt lightning element flowing in my arms and legs as I walked down the pathway to the ring. My focuse was on Hickson and nothing else.

Coach held the ropes down for me as I bowed between them and came into the ring. I stared at Hickson until he noticed my focus on him and he smiled a toothy grin.

The ref ran through the rules. “No balls hitting or hit to the throat. Besides that have at it but obey my ruling. Touch fists back to your corners.

I touched Hickson’s fist and nodded to him. He nodded back.

I felt my element raising making my forearms vibrate with power. I could even feel it in my back now.

“Cyrus. Cryrus.”

I heard my coach calling to me. “What?”

“Don’t lay his ass out to fast. We got to make this shit last a little to build up for the next fight.” He said.

“Got you.” I said totally focused on Hickson.

I waited for what seemed like the longest period of my life and then the ref gave us the go. I approuched Hickson watchful of him. He came out fast with a dozen lightning jabs, a hock punch to my ribs and a surprising jumping spinning back kick that almost took my head off but I leaned back in time and closed the distance with a right hock to this face as he turned into it.

Hickson froze and then fell on his face and didn’t move. The ref jumped between us on top of Hickson and waved his hands. The fight was over. Time went back to normal for me. I blinked.

Damn.

I looked over at my corner to see the coach and His son the heavy weight champion Brock both running into the ring toward me to lift me up. I laughed and held my fists up and roared with excitement for the win. I heard a chant start in the arena.

Wolf!

Wolf!

WOLF! WOLF!

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I think…no. I know PUNCH! A corpos comeback story will have no romantic bullshit in it. More Cyberpunk dreams lore

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I’m digging the feel of the story. The lore is progressing as well as a plot motivation for the character though we’re still in the prelude stage of the story. The meat or action is coming later.

What I have coming for the second half….man oh man. I don’t know if I can make it work but I have to try. The logistics of how Newark city operates has to come into play because it is a part of the story’s second half.

Right now we’re getting a feel for the character. We’re getting nuggets of his sense of what his dreams and hopes are. I really want this to focus on how hard one man will punch back at the world and adversity to get time in his son’s life.

Cyrus is a corpo to his core but I want to show that even a corpo can have a nomad’s wolf spirit to not give up and fight to survive.

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Rising Star and hope for the future. 2nd prelude to PUNCH! A corpos comeback story

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2 of 5 prelude

Cyrus

I had my first professional fight in EMP arena in two days after getting my license as a middle weight flyer. Coach Goldman Grayson was giving me the go ahead and I was under his gym. Things were looking good but for one thing. The giant ugly scar on my back was a marketing problem. It had to be covered.

Brock had suggested a tattoo and a tattoo palor to get done in. I agreed and thanked him.

I messaged my son for ideas wanting to involve him in the process in my weekly messages. He sent back a short reply..

“I don’t give a fuck, loser. Get a wolf head tattoo or sword or something.”

It was an idea and it would help. I went to Warriors Tate Shop down town on 7th and main.

It was a small shop but had customers filled in the place. I came inside and found Sue. No. Goldy Warrior sitting down chatting with another man with long hair and silver blue eyes that wore a leather vest, jeans and boots.

“Goldy. hey?” I said.

Goldy’s beautiful eyes lite up at the sight of me but her friend gave me a narrowed eye look of mistrust. I wondered at it as I walked over.

“Hey, Cyrus. Nice to see you. What you are doing here?”

I smiled. “I’m here to get a tattoo. It’s my coach’s orders. I’m getting a wolf’s head on my back and sword with my son’s name on it.”

Both of them froze for some reason. I looked around and noticed a few people were all looking at me funny as well. I looked back to Goldy to see her frowning at me.

“So the scar you got on your back is real bad then? The scar you got protecting me?”

I didn’t like the sound in her voice and look of haunted pain on her face brought back memories. It reminded me of the past and what that asshole had done to her when she was teenager. It also reminded me of how I couldn’t do anything to help her but that asshole Judge guy could before and afterward. I shook it off the memory.

“It wasn’t your fault. I should have been more carefull rushing in like that and I got burned. It’s no big deal and you did rescue me. Anyway, I got to get it covered up with something and my son suggested it. If I have to do it at least it will be something he suggested and he might like it on his old man. When or if he sees me online.” I said smiling and hoping Jon would like it or at least think something of me.

I had to make it up to him. I had to get back on my feet and be a corpo he could respect again. I just had to. Seeing him again and being able to spend time with him was all I thought of now. I had to get to the top.

Goldy smiled. “Your son chose the tattoo. I understand. You’ll get there. You’ll see him again.”

Goldy understood. She was a corpo to. I nodded. “So do you know a good artist here that can help me?”

Goldy nodded and turned to the man. “Swan. My brother. He works here part time in the summer. He’s a fantastic artist. He’ll give you the tattoo.”

I didn’t remember her ever having a brother but things change. I could understand Swan’s look he gave me now.

Swan was silent studying me. “If I give you the tattoo you got to make a promise to us.”

What hell was going on? I frowned but nodded. “Sure with in reason.”

“You can’t ever give up on yourself or claiming back your son. The day you do give up, I’ll carve the image off your back. Do you agree to my terms?”

A legal or moral contract. Hmm. The 🐺 head had some type of meaning to them.

I stared at him and thought about the days, the months the fucking moments sitting in my cell with regrets over my own stupid decisions that had cost me moments, days and months with my son I couldn’t get back. Now that I was out, I could never see him in person unless I got back to corpo legal status showing my fitness as a patriarch.

“I, Cyrus Morgan Vod agree to your terms of the contract.” I said.

Swan shrugged and waved me to a seat. “Let’s get this going then.” He said.

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Lore building of Cyberpunk dreams: EMP fights and answering questions in my mind.

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I have an idea where Punch! Is going but trust me you won’t see it coming.

I’m doing less experimenting for this story and more answering questions in my own head about the function of logistics of the operation of the city state like Newark. The necessary items people in the city need.

The action will be forthcoming but I will be weaving it into story to make the world more real. EMP fights are like MMA but more intense less cuddling.

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Quidditch in real life!! Holy shit balls! Not comedy This shit is real!

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I saw some random fucking video in passing on YouTube about the league Quidditch wanting to change the name of the game because of some political bullshit involving J.K. Rowling not submitting to the simulation law 1984.

Anyway,

The funny part for me is discovering a fucking nerd vest of dumbasses with broomsticks on a field of grass pretending to be in the fucking wonderful land of Harry Potter.

Holy shit! I had to find out if this bullshit was real.

Mind you. I read all the books. Saw all the movies. I fucking drank a bottle of Butter beer on my brother Red on my birthday once.

But. Quidditch in real life?! Fucking hell.

But holy shit. Fuck. Holy mother fucking shit. This shit has been going on for years. The funniest shit I’ve seen all year

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A traffic stop on 6th and Nexus Newark City A prelude to PUNCH!

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Prelude 1 of 5

Cyrus

I was out for a morning a little nervous about my big break as a sparing partner for the EMP heavyweight champion Grayson Brock sense I got of the pin. I didn’t know how it was going to workout but honestly I was hoping they would keep me on. The money was shit but it was a shot into gaining connections.

The run also gave me time to work off my frustrations about the message sent my son and the short reply I finally received back.

“Eat shit loser.”

I smiled. It had warmed my heart. After six years in the pin messing most of his life but sending him messages every damn week. I finally got a reply back.

I got out of my basement apartment and ran down the street in my sweats and Hoodia. The neighbor was busy with street business and people out about as runners or taking on their solo gigs.

I felt great. I smiled and waved to neighbors some of them nodded back the others flipped me off. I laughed and kept on running.

I stopped as I neared a traffic light on 6th and Nexus. I waited for it for 🚶‍♂️ sign to turn white.

I bounced on my toes keeping my heart rate up and shadow boxed a little but made sure to control my element not letting it fly free from my fists.

I saw a pretty lady in a black crusier pull up to the side to the right. I frowned and then smiled remembering her from my old life.

“Sue. Sue Jennings.” I called to her.

Sue frowned and turned to look at me. She frowned and then smiled at me. Cyrus. Hey-” Sue’s reply was cut short by someone smashing into her from behind and then another I watched in horror as another cruiser came at her from the front.

What the hell!?

I was moving as the drivers got out their crushers and started firing blasters at her side and front windows. The windows were reinforced shielding but that wouldn’t hold for long.

I got to the first thug as he turned to me time slowed down. I moved around his blaster fire and blasted him with a hock punch to his ribs and jaw.

Pain hit me from behind as the other thug caught me with blaster shot burning my Hoodia. I took it off as it caught on fire and threw it at my attacker.

He screamed and then his screams were cut short as Sue blasted him in the chest with a large rifle. I sat on the ground a moment feeling the sting of the blaster and knowing the scaring it was going to leave on my back.

Stupid. It wasn’t my business. Why did I get mixed up in the shit. Damn it. I had a job I needed. Why was I so stupid.

Sue came over to me as authorities started pulling in and blocking off the area. She crunched down by me. “Cyrus. Damn. Thank you.”

I sat silently. I saw him come up then. He was older but still scary as hell in those dark tinted glasses and emotionless face. Judge Rafe.

He passed a carefully glance over Sue but then studied me. “I know you.”

I nodded. “You put me in the pin for six years for corporate crimes of embellishment of employees retirement funds.” I said.

He nodded. “And attempted bribery of an authority. You served your time. Debt paid. What are you doing now?”

“Bran. Cyrus is my friend from old life. He tried to help me.”

“Did, he?” The Judge asked doubtful.

I glared at him. I was barely surviving. I had a son that hated me. A wife that divorced me and stole my family company in the pin and nothing to my name but my pride. I felt the sting of the blaster to my back I was lucky it would only leave scaring otherwise I would be dead. I could see judgement in his stare like he knew me.

I got to my feet. “Am I free to go? I have to head to the hospital for treatment before my job today. I can’t be late.”

The Judge nodded stiffly. “Your free to go. Commited no crime. Mr. Vod.”

I turned to go.

“Cyrus. When’s your next fight?”

I paused and turned back to her in surprise. “I’m not a fighter?”

Sue smiled and shook her head laughing. ” Oh. No. You are a EMP fighter. You are fast and deadly. Just let me know when you hit big. I’ll buy tickets to every fight you have. Don’t forget. I’m your biggest fan. Oh. My name is Goldy Warrior now.”

I smiled. “Goldy. I like it. I’ll let you know about my first fight.”

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I’m thinking about doing a two week long prelude to Punch! A corpos comeback story!

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I’m still thinking about it but I think I need to because I want to start writing the back story to get to the comeback and the feel of the character’s rise from being kicked down into the dirt.

It’s a work in progress in my thinking but when I start writing I’ll let the story go how it will go. I might start writing today I don’t know. Going over the lore of Cyberpunk’s dream made me excited about the story and thinking of the lore I’m going to add with the next story.

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