Here we are — deep in the desert, waiting for our target: an Arasaka convoy. They sent out decoys, but honestly? Total waste of time. We tore through them with ease. At best, they managed to separate half the convoy, but even that didn't last. Our modded van and weapons handled it, clean and quick. Cargo untouched.
I glance over at Kiwi — she's keeping her usual cool facade, but I can see the sweat on her brow.
We cracked open the cargo. Inside?
The Cyber Skeleton.
It looks different — a modified version. It was meant for David, but since he didn't go full borg like in the show, they had to tweak it. Still, the core is the same.
Kiwi starts explaining the specs and functions, but no one's listening — because Militech is coming. She offers to go get our ride, but we all know what she's really doing.
Right on cue, she bails.
"Well, looks like she made her choice," I say, watching her dust trail disappear.
"That bitch… why'd we even let her go?" Rebecca mutters, grip tightening on her gun.
"To let her watch it all fall apart — and regret the hell out of it," I reply.
David gestures to the cyber skeleton. "So… what are we doing with this?"
I scan it, then scoff. "It's a piece of crap. Destroy it."
Before anyone can move, David gets a call — it's "Lucy." She tells him to put it on.
Only, it's obviously Faraday faking her voice.
I pretend to gag, and Rebecca nearly chokes holding back her laughter.
After the call ends, I open my system. Time to prepare. This isn't going to be clean. And we're not holding back.
Then David's phone rings again. This time, it's really Lucy. She warns us — it's a trap. David reassures her that we've got this.
Then Faraday calls. On video.
We see him stomping Lucy's head. The rage in the crew hits max.
Me? I just smile.
"Ah, Faraday… you really shouldn't have shown us that. Once we're done with Militech, we're coming for you — and we're ripping that damn foot off."
"Empty threats from a dead guy," Faraday sneers.
"Oh no — not a threat. A promise. You read my file, right? You know how I deal with people who piss me off. There's a reason the scavs don't step foot in Heywood. So enjoy your last few minutes — they're gonna be it."
I kill the call.
I turn to the others. "You ready to give them a show?"
Outside, Militech has us surrounded, closing in fast.
BOOM.
The cargo explodes — smoke and debris filling the desert air. Militech reels back in confusion.
As the dust clears, five armored figures emerge from the blast: Me. David. V. Jackie. Falco.
We're in full Fallout-style power armor — reinforced plates, glowing visors, shoulder-mounted gear. I crank up the old-world radio and let a cheerful tune blast from our suit speakers:
"The Wanderer" by Dion.
A smile creeps across my face.
Time to start killing.
With incredible speed, we split up — and the slaughter began.
Falco launched first, grinning behind his visor. Rocket launchers mounted on his arms rained death, one after another, no reloads, just infinite boom. Every missile found its mark, exploding tanks and squads like fireworks.
Rebecca went wild — twin miniguns spinning with that iconic whine, but these weren't normal rounds. Her bullets exploded on impact, tearing through armor, vehicles, and flesh with cheerful glee. She laughed like a maniac the entire time.
Jackie, ever the wrecking ball, wielded a hammer the size of a small car. One swing turned soldiers into meat paste and sent Militech vehicles — no matter how big — flying through the air like scrap paper.
Then there was V.
Slicing through the battlefield with a monstrous greatsword — not just any sword, but Guts' Dragonslayer. Black iron, massive, and way too heavy for any normal human. He carved through everything in his path. One swing could cleave through ten men and a mech.
And me?
I didn't need weapons.
I punched. I tore. I hurled entire cars like they were toys. I leapt into the sky, landing with such force it shook the desert — small shockwaves blasting Militech troops off their feet. Dust clouds rose with every impact. My fists crushed power armor like it was foil.
We kept going — merciless, unstoppable — until the last soldier fell, twitching in the sand.
Then, from the horizon, we saw it.
Reinforcements.
A second Militech army, rolling in with tanks, drones, and a full armored battalion.
I opened my system.
Selected: Fat Man.
Took aim.
Fired one glowing mini nuke… then watched it multiply mid-air.
One became one hundred.
They fell like hail from the heavens, each one humming with that iconic economic nuke whistle — soft, eerie… then…
KRAKOOOOOOM.
Blinding light. A thunderous boom that shook the earth. Debris shot skyward like volcanic ash. The desert turned into chaos.
When the dust settled…
A crater.
Nothing left. Not a single trace of Militech. Just silence and scorched sand.
I looked up — a lone drone hovered, its lens fixed on us.
Arasaka was watching.
I picked up a rock.
Threw it.
The air cracked like a sonic boom — and the drone shattered into dust mid-air.
Inside Arasaka Tower, two executives in charge of overseeing the experimental cyber skeleton watched the disaster unfold in stunned silence. They were dumbfounded — trying to make sense of what they were seeing.
A new drone was launched, its camera feeding real-time footage back to HQ.
On the screen: a vehicle was approaching the tower.
But it wasn't a vehicle.
It was a tank on wheels — massive, armored, and unlike anything they'd seen before.
Arasaka's internal sensors flagged it. As panic started to ripple through the room, the comms rang.
It was Faraday.
He claimed he was en route — and bringing Lucy with him.
That's when the realization hit the two corpos: this situation was spiraling out of control.
And the one responsible?
Faraday.
They exchanged a glance, then made the call.
"All available Arasaka guards to battle stations," one barked. "Activate all floors, all drones. Mobilize Maxtac."
"Now."
Meanwhile…
We were riding full throttle toward Arasaka Tower in the Cobra tank from Halo — heavily modded.
Cobra tank, kicking up dust and smoke with every turn.
Arasaka guards tried to slow us down.
Some fired from rooftops. Others blocked streets with automated barriers. A few desperate suits even tried to stop us with security bots.
None of them stood a chance.
I hacked into their comms — overriding their frequency. My voice cut through their helmets with icy precision.
"Stand down. I don't want to kill people just doing a job to feed their families. This isn't your fight. You've got people waiting for you back home. Walk away."
That was the mercy I offered — to those not directly involved.
What they chose to do with it? Not my problem.
Some listened.
Most didn't.
Their choice.
Inside the tank, V and I had already ditched the power armor. We had other priorities now — more precise roles in the takedown of Arasaka.
Everyone had a job to do.
Somewhere off the grid, in a forgotten part of the Badlands, Kiwi was bleeding bad. Faraday fucked her over—hard.
She barely managed a quickhack to get free, frying her own neural link in the process. She staggered through the dust, toward the Cyber Dogs' van, but the doors didn't open. Locked out. So she ran.
Didn't get far.
Clutching her side, blood soaking through her jacket, she fumbled her way behind a broken dune, then tapped into comms. Falco's line.
Bzzzt.
"Falco… I know you probably want me dead, but I—"
"I didn't expect you to call us after you betrayed us," Falco said flat. No anger. Just cold truth.
"I know… I know. But I don't have much time," Kiwi hissed, voice shaky.
Falco's silence dragged before he spoke again. "Looks like things didn't go how you planned. I'm looking at Faraday's coordinates. Regretting your choice yet?"
"You could say that," she coughed, a little blood slipping from the corner of her mask. "Told myself never to trust anyone in this city. Guess I forgot that includes myself."
Two of Faraday's grunts showed up—armed and smiling like hyenas.
"Boss says finish the job."
"Go kill the bitch."
She tried to raise her hand, weak hack half-formed in her HUD—
Then their hands were gone. Just meat stumps spraying blood.
They screamed, dropped their weapons, spun in confusion—until they heard it.
"Grrrrr…"
A low, deep growl like death crawling on all fours. A blur of metal and fur lunged from the side—Lola, jaws red, fangs soaked.
One had his throat ripped clean open before he could scream.
The other turned to run but only got a few steps before Lola jumped, tore his spine out through his back like peeling a banana.
Silence. Just the wet sound of blood hitting sand.
"…Lola?" Kiwi whispered, barely conscious.
A loud engine roared above. Dust swirled as a sleek VTOL descended from the clouds, kicking up sandstorms. The side hatch opened, and out stepped someone Kiwi never expected to see again—Gloria.
She walked up with purpose, eyes locked on Kiwi. No hesitation.
She knelt down and started tending to Kiwi's wound. Wrapped gauze around her gut. Stabilizer jabbed into her neck.
"Thank y—"
CRACK.
A brutal right hook sent Kiwi's head snapping sideways. She dropped like a sack of chrome.
Gloria stood over her, flexing her knuckles. "That's for Lucy."
She looked down at Lola. "Let's go. She's not dying on us. Not yet."
Faraday arrived at Arasaka Tower. One of the two executives was waiting for him and he wasn't happy, telling Faraday to leave. But Faraday didn't relent—if anything, he was ready to threaten them, using Lucy as a bargaining chip.
Then out of nowhere, David appeared in front of Lucy, freeing her from the hack. Everyone inside the room was shocked. The guards were about to raise their weapons, but all of them short-circuited—dead, except for the Arasaka executive.
Faraday took a step back, but a hand grabbed his foot. With force, he was lifted and hung upside down. The person holding his foot was 8.
"I did tell you that I'd be coming after you... and rip off your foot," I said.
With a sickening RIP, I tore Faraday's foot off and threw it at the executive in front of me.
"Aaaaah! You fucker!"
I didn't pay him any attention. I looked at the executive.
"So... you like conducting experiments on us? It's only fair I do the same. Tell me—will you survive if I put a bullet in your head?"
I raised my gun. I could see the panic on his face. Just as I pulled the trigger, a big, massive figure appeared in front of the guy.
Adam Smasher.
The big legend himself. The boogeyman of Night City.
Everyone was silent—except me.
"Hey big guy, can you step to the side? I'm doing an experiment here," I said.
"To think... a meatbag caused this much trouble for a little girl," said Smasher.
Then Adam scanned me.
"Not a single piece of cyberware. How disappointing. You pose no threat to me."
He looked at David and the power armor he was wearing.
"This one, though... might give me at least a little bit of entertainment."
"Sorry, but no can do. My friend here's busy saving his princess—and apparently not paying attention to a certain rat escaping."
David snapped out of it and looked around. He spotted Faraday being carried off by Trauma Team.
"You fucker! You're not getting away!" David growled with rage.
I looked back at him.
"David, hijack the Trauma Team AV. Take Lucy and the rat. Get out of here."
Bang.
Got shot in the head. Didn't do shit. I kept talking.
"It's gonna get messy in here."
I looked back at Adam Smasher. The executive had already run off. Poor bastard. He has no idea what's waiting for him.
"You didn't die. Looks like I underes—"
Slap.
I slapped him mid-sentence and sent him flying into a wall.
"Umm."
"What's wrong? Didn't like being interrupted? Did you really think I'd let it slide after you shot me in the head?"
Smasher stood up. His eyes glowed a deep, ominous red.
"Well, would you look at that. You're pissed. Come on then. Let's play."
I taunted him, and the two of us collided at high speed.
Inside an Arasaka office, the one where the two executives had last spoken, the male exec ran in, panicked.
"This is bad. Everything's getting out of control. We need to do something before it gets worse!" he shouted.
But the woman didn't respond.
"Ma'am, do you hear me?! We need to—"
Still nothing.
He walked closer. When he got within reach, he saw it.
She was dead.
Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and stomach—none to the heart. She had suffered.
The man panicked and stumbled back—only to feel a cold, metallic surface press against his back.
"You and your coworker wanted to experiment on my friends," said a voice behind him. "You watched it all unfold from your little office, safe behind Arasaka's walls, thinking you couldn't be touched."
It was V. He'd been waiting in the shadows.
"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!" the man begged.
"Really? Then you don't mind helping me with an experiment."
He gestured toward the woman's corpse.
"Your friend here died a few minutes ago. I shot her multiple times—avoided the heart—just to see how long she'd last. Two minutes and nine seconds. That's how long it took before she finally stopped breathing."
V leaned in closer.
"I wonder... can you beat her record?"
"Please, no—"
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Outside Arasaka Tower was a warzone—pure chaos and carnage.
Destruction. Death.
Jackie and Rebecca were going all out. Falco was piloting the Cobra. Anyone who tried to stop them died. Those who weren't corrupt? They took my message over the radio and got the hell out.
Me and Adam Smasher kept clashing, but let's be real—it wasn't even a fight.
One-sided as hell.
To be fair, I'm running mods stacked for defense. Better safe than sorry. With all that heat, Smasher couldn't even lay a scratch on me.
He pulled out that heavy assault rifle of his—the same one that's shredded tanks and crews like paper. I just walked up and put a single finger on the barrel.
Crack.
The weapon jammed. Snapped like cheap plastic.
Pissed, he switched to his shoulder-mounted rockets. I sidestepped the first, caught the second mid-air, and whipped it right back at him.
Boom.
Smoke. Screaming metal. He stumbled.
Now he was desperate. Switched to hand-to-hand. Popped the Sandevistan.
Good. So did I.
Everything turned to chaos.
We were moving too fast for the human eye—wrecking walls, floors, ceilings. Shit, I don't even know what floor we're on anymore. One second we're above the city, next second buried under rubble. Didn't matter.
He swung.
Missed.
I countered.
He flew.
Then a call came in. V.
"Yo. You about done? Feels like you're playing with your food."
I smirked. Looked down at Smasher.
"Well, looks like you were just a massive waste of my damn time," I said, shaking my head. "So I'm gonna leave you… to my friends."
I reappeared in front of him. No words. Just action.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Every punch ripped off more of his chrome. Plates flew. Sparks lit the dark. Hydraulic fluid painted the floor. He was barely standing.
Then I grabbed his face.
Started spinning.
Faster.
Faster.
And launched him.
He went flying through wall after wall—until he hit the glass, burst through it, and fell out of the building.
Smasher was dazed, spinning in the air, struggling to stabilize—
Then he saw it.
A massive power armor screaming toward him from above, thrusters burning white-hot.
"DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" shouted Rebecca.
Her foot connected with his face mid-air—BOOOOM—a sonic boom tore through the sky, windows shattered for blocks, and together they slammed into the Dome like a meteor.
CRASH.
The crater said it all.
Smasher was inside, twitching, fried circuits and crushed limbs. Trying to move.
He lifted an arm—CRACK! Jackie landed a punch that took it clean off, then slammed him again across the head, sending him skidding like a stone.
Smasher rolled, tried to get up—then screamed.
His leg was gone. Sliced clean.
V stood nearby, katana humming.
Dust choked the air. Smasher's sensors were fried. Couldn't track anything.
Then the bullets started.
From everywhere.
RATATATATATA!
Rounds tore through him—head, chest, joints. Armor peeled away.
He turned his head—
VRRRRRROOOOOOMMM!
The Cobra.
Falco ran him over like roadkill.
That was it.
Smasher lay on the ground, cracked open, flickering red, parts missing, sparks flying.
He looked up. Everyone stood around him now, weapons drawn. Shadows towering over his broken body.
"I… am… Adam Smasher… the boogeyman of Night City… I am—"
YAAAAWN.
I stepped forward.
"Like we give a shit."
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Silence.
That was the end of Adam Smasher.
The so-called boogeyman of Night City.
Everyone was ecstatic. We did the impossible—we killed what wasn't supposed to be killable. The bastard who haunted legends, ended like trash in a crater.
But the celebration didn't last long.
More reinforcements were on the way.
No time to waste.
We mounted the Cobra. Engines roared. Guns hot. Hearts still pounding. As we took off, I tossed one last gift behind.
A grenade.
Not just any.
A black hole grenade.
It landed beside what was left of Smasher's broken body—and then reality around him collapsed inward.
Gone. Everything. No trace. Not even dust.
I pulled out my phone, tapped the screen once.
Then boom—Arasaka went dark.
Power dead. Systems offline. Servers wiped.
A perfect, silent blackout.
All thanks to V, who slipped through their tower like a ghost and inserted the little toy I built. A virus designed to erase everything they had—records, footage, project data.
Everything about us.
Poof. Deleted.
It'll take them years to recover. Maybe they never will.
And just like that... we vanished into the night.
End of chapter.
I think I'll stop here for now.
There's still so much I don't know about Cyberpunk, and I'm starting to realize that Adam Smasher might not even be the true final boss. Saburo Arasaka, even though he dies in the game, transfers his consciousness using the "Secure Your Soul" program. In one of the endings, he even manages to upload himself into his son.
Speaking of his son, Yorinobu Arasaka—it's still unclear whether he's a good guy. It seems like he's trying to stop the Arasaka family from doing something terrible, but we never get the full story. That's another plot hole left open.
Then there's the Red Wall, which could be an even bigger threat. Alt Cunningham appears to be in control, but she doesn't seem stable. There are hints she might even have split personalities—again, more unresolved storylines.
I do want to keep writing. I had ideas like Lucy meeting Songbird (Song So Mi) from the Phantom Liberty DLC. Both of them were affected by the Red Wall in different ways, and I thought it could make for a powerful interaction. I also imagined Kurt Hansen trying to capture Lola, since his territory is literally called Dogtown. It would've been fun to explore.
But like I said, with so much of the world still unexplained, I think it's best to end things here—for now, at least.
This story was also meant to give Edgerunners a better ending. David, Lucy, and the crew deserved more than what they got. I wanted to explore that—give them peace, give them hope, and let them smile again. Even if it was just in a fanfic.
As of writing this, the level cap in Cyberpunk 2077 is 50. With the DLC, it's 60. If it's ever meant to go up to 100, that means we're still missing four major expansions. Let's hope the developers don't take too long to finish the full story, because honestly… all the current endings kind of suck.
Thank you for reading this far.
—End of the line… for now.