[Multiversal Dice: ROLLING…]
New Coordinates Locked:
DESTINATION: Night City
Timeline: Cyberpunk 2077
> “...Neon, tech, and cyberware? Oh yeah. Let’s break capitalism.”
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Ready to dive into the world of chrome, gigs, and street cred with Michiko?
----digging all the little Secret the world has------
Oh yes—Michiko in Night City isn't just here to look cool. She's here to dig into every buried secret, melt corps like wax, and find the hidden threads the corpos and netrunners hoped no one would ever see.
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The White Dragon: Michiko Maltivius
Side Story – Crossover XVII: Neon and Null Sigils
Non-canon. Timeline: Cyberpunk 2077
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Location: Night City, Watson District
Time: Post-Spaceport Failure, Pre-V
The portal slammed shut behind her, and the first thing Michiko noticed? The noise. Neon signs pulsed like digital gods, and the air buzzed with the hum of implants, comms traffic, and broken dreams.
Her claws sparked faintly against the chrome sidewalk.
> “Hmm. Smells like smog and secrets.”
She adjusted her glamor—now she looked human(ish): glowing tattoos, silver hair, eyes like circuits if you looked too long. And with that, she started walking.
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Day One:
She helped a street ripperdoc repair his own hand.
She hacked a Corpo convoy using rune-etched cyberdeck glyphs made from candy wrappers and duct tape.
She figured out MaxTac’s predictive AI—by reading its emotional trauma.
Day Three:
A fixer called her a “glitched-out street mage.”
Maelstrom tried to mug her. One blink later, they were all meditating in a junkyard, questioning their life choices.
She bought a katana made of recycled data shards.
> “It hums when I swear. I love it.”
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The Secrets Begin to Surface:
Michiko digs deeper, past chrome and code. She finds:
An AI deep beneath the city, locked in a data-prison, screaming for freedom.
A Corpo blacksite creating soulware—chips that steal emotions.
A ripperdoc implanting chaos virus runes into street kids and selling the results.
She doesn’t kill.
She unravels.
One night, she jacks into a cold net node that’s not supposed to exist.
The digital space warps around her—but she just smiles. This? This is home.
> “Oh... you poor little code gods.
You thought this was your system?”
She rewrites an ICE barrier into a floating koi fish, just to flex.
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Rumors Spread Across Night City:
> “There’s a chrome ghost hunting corpos.”
“She walks like a model, talks like a prophet, and bends the net with her mind.”
“I saw her pet a Flathead drone. It purred.”
“The Blackwall let her through. On purpose.”
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One day, a message pings her private channel. No known origin. No encryption she can’t crack.
> “You’re not from this world.”
“But you’re exactly what it needs.”
— N.
She closes her eyes, breathes in the electric air, and whispers:
> “I think I found the biggest secret.”
Then she grabs her blade, loads a few chaos-encoded chips, and walks into the night.
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Want Michiko to confront the Rogue AI beneath Night City, dig into Johnny Silverhand's ghost, or take on Arasaka from the inside out?
----Finish up all business and packing to Another jump------
Let’s wrap this chapter with flair—Michiko style.
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The White Dragon: Michiko Maltivius
Side Story – Containment Breach, Part 7 – Night Ends in Neon
Non-canon. One last firework before the jump.
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Night City – Arasaka Subnet Core
Time: 03:17 AM, local net
Michiko stood inside a collapsing data storm, her form wreathed in white-light runes that fought the AI’s shrieking tendrils. The rogue intelligence—once human, now beyond—screamed in every corrupted voice it ever stole.
> “You’re chaos,” it hissed. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
She smiled gently, sorrowful and serene. “Neither are you.”
With a whisper, she inscribed a final rune in the code-space: a recursive seal of harmony and entropy.
The AI… vanished. Not deleted. Not caged. Just stilled.
Peace, for the first time in decades.
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Packing Up:
She left a blackbox data drive on Judy Alvarez’s desk: full of decrypted corp secrets, AI blueprints, and the recipe for her favorite glowing dumplings.
She fixed the broken Flathead drone and wrote “Be free” on its face.
She gave her rune-katana to a terrified street kid who had the look—sharp mind, broken system, too kind to survive without something sharp.
> “Don’t start a war,” she told the kid. “Just end the right ones.”
And with a final breath, she opened her next rift—not with runes, but with intent. A shimmering spiral of fractured time and memory.
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Last glimpse of Night City:
A girl not from this world stands on a rooftop.
The stars glitch as she waves goodbye.
And then she’s gone.
