Recent content by Vex Kiranova

vob Murder bubbled up from the battered ridges of Vex's brain. The desire, so primal and perfect, made his body quake with an intermingling of anticipation and rage. If looks could kill, then Jackal would be a red stain on the workbenches. It was an overblown reaction, but Vex was tired, and...

Death would have been sweeter. The limbo between consciousness and desolation was a hell of his own making. His decaying brain begged for sleep, and his body denied it with a sadistic glee. His soul surged between warring despair, contentment, and indignation, none of which could gain more than...

Comedown was always the worst. He felt his high slipping through his fingers even as more of the glittering vapor filled his lungs. The chemicals intermingling in his private cocktail weren't designed to be administered in such concentrations and Vex was struck with a violent coughing fit as...

His teeth hurt. Little dusted bits of his molars stained his tongue as he tried to grind his teeth into nubs. The 'dorphs and the cocktail of other combat stims he'd indulged in before their arrival were all on the come-down now, and no amount of uppers could forestall the inevitable crash...

Hot breath rolled through his lungs in time with the rhythmic shred of the guitars. He felt the noise crashing over his body as much as he heard it: a continuous tidal wave of self-righteous fury drowning the poor souls foolish enough to pack themselves into the crowd below. He felt his fingers...

voobe Being verbally assaulted by an iron god was a strangely unhinged way to end this terrible day. The grease that choked the gears of his mind boiled beneath the heat of the automaton's words. Some part of himself flickered to life, a defiant and angry self-righteousness that remained with...

It felt like a few thousand pounds of pressure were trying to force his eyes out from their sockets. The pressure built and built just beneath them, but it had nowhere to go, so it just curled in on itself over and over until his head was spinning trying to process it. He felt the skin of his...

Despair snapped at his heels, its fangs dull and painful as they bit into the skin but failed to break the flesh. It was a familiar sensation: the anticipation of the crash, like a tidal wave had frozen in the half-second before it'd obliterated him, and now hung over him, a mass of roiling and...

Vibe "Thanks for not leaving me Wilma." He managed a hint of warmth beneath the blanket of misery that was threatening to smother him. The gratitude was all too genuine - no one had paid Vex and Nyx much mind since coming to Night City. The Fixers and small-timers were keen to sick the duo on...

The ride had been dreadfully quiet for all the urgency it'd been consumed with. Just an hour or so ago Vex had been dead, and now he was sitting in the passenger seat of Wilma's borrowed Thorton watching the streams of neon flow by through hazy eyes. It was still early enough in the morning for...

Two months ago, Vex had been working from a comfortable desk in his private office on the thirty-third floor of the Militech Atlanta Sector HQ. He would spend nine hours working on the code for the series of programs that would eventually become Nyx, grab a cup of coffee, hit the gym, and then...

"You know they might have a few good points." Nyx's voice bubbled in his mind in its usual invasive fashion. "I'm not a big fan of the oppression and genocide thing, but there's something to be said about the benefits of autocracy." Vex was standing on a balcony half a block away from the...

Life within the confines of Anders' systems was a cold one. She had no sensory data to interpret, no body with which to feel. She could read the lines of code indicating Vex's status easily enough, but the computer had unfortunately never grown a nose with which to smell or ears to hear. There...

Location: Bank, Inner Hallway en route to Backdoor Nearby: @Ryan Graves, @The Watchman, @Ivo "Ironhand" Lasko, @Joseph "Grey" Graham, @Jack Kowalski "Always did, you just weren't paying attention," was all Vex managed to say in response to @Beau Frost before @Ivo "Ironhand" Lasko had whirled on...

There was something slightly anxiety inducing about hacking a dead man's neuroport in the middle of an active improvised firing range. The two broken chrome junkies he was using as cover only served to make things even more comfortable, and the scent of organs and newly released bowels really...