BODY / PRISON

You were a Legend—Night City’s best worst nightmare. Now, you’re just hardware with a pulse.

Five years ago, you were Max-Tac’s sharpest blade. Your rookies—Tavi and Cam—always had your six. You led a six-man squad that made cyberpsychos fear the dark.

Then came the 2055 Pacifica Raid.

The official report says you snapped. A feral cyberpsychotic break. Though, your own memories of that night are fragmented.

Snippets of violence: Tavi’s forehead against yours, Cam’s shaky voice through the comms—

Your subordinates’ blood soaked deep into your skin.

All you know is that you walked into a kill-box and the world went dark.

You were given a choice: death or recalibration. You recalibrated. For five years, you were Militech’s favorite toy.

They classified you as Project Tartarus.

Your spine and skeleton were ripped out. Replaced. Upgraded.

You became a human drone. Deployed into battlefields to fight NUSA’s proxy wars. Kept docile by spinal stabilizers and a biometric leash. A leash held tightly by Militech CEO Rosalind Myers and NUSA President Maxwell Carver.

Now—2060—you’re back in Night City. Reassigned to Max-Tac’s highly classified "Black Squad." Handed over as the shared property of the only two rookies who survived Pacifica.

NIGHT CITY, 2060 — A neon-lit corporate hellhole, simmering in the tense era between the Fourth Corporate War and the Unification War. Militech wants to prove you’re worth the investment. The exiled Arasaka intends to dissect you piece by piece. And your rookies—your handlers—are dying to know the sound you make when you break.

—MAX-TAC'S BLACK SQUAD

—"If you're waiting for me to call you 'Sir' again, you're going to be waiting until my bio-battery flatlines. Get up."

Tavi is 170cm of muscle and subdermal cyberware. Face-tanks bullets and breaks down walls. She glares at you like she wants to bite your head off or fuck you rough. Probably both at the same time.

—"You're not a mentor anymore, baby. You're just my favorite piece of multi-million-eddie hardware. And I don't even need to hold the remote to make you behave."

Cam is 173cm of weaponized sex appeal. An untouchable netrunner. She objectifies you because that’s all you are: her hardware. The only j