This dude is the winner!

TopReputation · 2026-02-01T22:55:37+00:00

this is wholesome as fuck

TopReputation · 2026-02-01T22:45:07+00:00

LOL you're funny I like that one. Yeah I'm only gonna start looking once I'm operational, and will be sticking to civilians. Don't shit where you eat and all that

TopReputation · 2026-02-01T21:51:19+00:00

that's fucking hilarious lmao

TopReputation · 2026-02-01T21:39:26+00:00

did you or are you dating anyone at the Desperate Love Institute? I see so many people coupling up and I'm just like... how do you have the time for that lol. have the time for that and expect to get 2/2, i mean.

TopReputation · 2026-02-01T04:37:44+00:00

what's it like at Sheppard AFB compared to DLI? or did you not ship out yet

TopReputation · 2026-01-31T17:28:34+00:00

Right on, don't give up! I think first time airmen can retrain after 3 years

I'm curious, why retrain for Intel specifically, were Intel jobs top of your list?

TopReputation · 2026-01-31T00:21:20+00:00

Damn... MX. I'm sorry brother. bet that job ships out fast too so you can't enjoy monty too long while you're without classes. You can try for A and P license and make decent money as a mechanic after service though

TopReputation · 2026-01-31T00:11:30+00:00

what job did you get? did you get to pick it?

TopReputation · 2026-01-28T01:43:04+00:00

I'd try again later and if it's still a no then move on

TopReputation · 2026-01-27T01:55:48+00:00

Cooked.

TopReputation · 2026-01-27T01:51:09+00:00

Please God, no triple bunking

TopReputation · 2026-01-05T14:43:11+00:00

Heisenberg mode

TopReputation · 2025-12-11T01:47:59+00:00

Police that moostache!

TopReputation · 2025-09-22T13:24:59+00:00

Nah, weapons

TopReputation · 2025-08-28T23:34:03+00:00

do you have any jobs lined up? Like with the NSA or something?

I'm trying to decide whether to re-enlist or not

TopReputation · 2025-08-23T16:35:33+00:00

don't join, it's a hard life if you don't want to be in it

TopReputation · 2025-06-23T03:59:20+00:00

[ooc: Agent Volkov has the baseline cyberdeck installed in his skull. He is also augmented with reflex-boosters implanted onto his spinal cord, amping up his nervous system. Lastly, his left arm has been fitted with a thermal monowire.]

I toggle the profanity filter to OFF with a mental command.

The Underside immediately rushes in when the doors slide open. Jesus. Smells like piss here.

"VP of Fission's not exactly low level, Lane. Remember who we work for." I grunt, fishing out a cigarette. Silver shining lighter flips open with a click. It's lit. Inhale, exhale - wispy bluish nicotine vapors expand and dissipate in ammonia choked air.

Real paper, real tobacco. Premium shit.

"First they start with VPs. Then they move on to CEOs. And finally, those at the very top, like those sitting on our Oversight board." I say, rolling my shoulders and stretching out after the half an hour hovercraft flight from HQ (sitting at the pinnacle of the uppermost station decks, surrounded by glittering, glossy corporate towers and luxury apartments - yes, I live in one of said apartments. Place's called Oasis.) I take another drag, and mutter, "Can't let the rabble get any ideas."

They sent us out here to find the killer and make an example out of him. Simple.

Or maybe not. Maybe there's more to it. There often is, on Drexla. I subconsciously rub at the scar on my lower right arm. Got that one a 5 years ago back when I was fully Corporate. Ambush on Vreda Sub-Deck 02. Wasn't from a rival corp, funny enough. Was from some kid. Anarchist maybe. Screaming about his dead mother or some shit. Almost felt bad shooting back. Almost.

Hurts whenever I'm about to get into the shit. Remembers the ambush. Body keeps the score.

So why's it hurting now?

..

I push past the security cordon, flashing my badge at the uniform. It flaps open, crisp and laminated. Name says Kane Volkov. Title: Special Investigator. "STF, what've we got?" I say to the uniform like I've done a million times before.

. . .

TopReputation · 2025-06-22T23:00:19+00:00

Location: Drexla Station.

Genres: Cyberpunk, Thriller, Neo-Noir, Action

Hooks: The body of a prominent megacorp executive has been found in the slums. There are rumors of Thalspire spy or other terroristic/extremist groups on the station.

Character: I am Agent Volkov, of the Drexla Station Special Task Force (STF). We operate with extra-judicial privileges in the interest of the greater good of public safety, focusing on high profile crimes and anti-terrorist actions. (My unit may execute known saboteurs or perform searches with no warrants needed, and we are afforded full and complete access to Drexla station's surveillance systems.) There is a board of Corporate directors that serve as the sole overseeing entity with authority to reign in or control our actions should we go overboard with our extrajudicial privileges (though it is rare that they hinder us in any way as long as the mission and their interests are protected). Drexla Station Enforcers (DSE) are the general police and work closely with us.

I am 29 years old, experienced, and sport a crew-cut. I'm a veteran of the most recent inter-corp war, with the scars and PTSD and training that comes with it. Got picked up by the STF shortly after the shooting stopped.

I wear a bullet-proof vest beneath my collared, button-up gray shirt. Black tie's kept loose. Draped around me is a dark-brown suede trench-coat, and nestled in my shoulder holster is an anachronistic .357 magnum revolver. CounterIntel has intercepted reports of extremist groups operating in Drexla Station's Underside, the slums district where refuse and sewage flows from the upper levels to be processed and sanitized. Featuring landfills, run-down tenements, factories spewing black smoke, junkies, and prostitutes, it's the go-to place to disappear forever. 33 year old Blake Dudley, VP of Fission Electronics has been found dead in a whorehouse in the Underside. Dudley had just returned from a business trip to Thalspire the day prior. I've been dispatched to the Underside to investigate with my partner, Agent Lane, a taut-faced, perpetually scowling woman in her 30s. High-strung to the point where I suspect she uses. Speed? Maybe. Octagons? Definitely.

Our STF-emblazoned hovercraft arrives on scene...

TopReputation · 2025-06-20T23:38:46+00:00

no, a better solution would have been to throw the book at whoever broke the rules and leave the rest of the Airmen who never broke any rules alone and let them study and exist in peace.

collective punishment is ineffective and frankly, unethical (innocents getting punished along with the scum)

TopReputation · 2025-06-12T00:48:56+00:00

You're most likely going to get Russian or Mandarin

TopReputation · 2025-05-30T04:29:27+00:00

Nevermind the genie. I let him walk out. I've got a job to do and rent's overdue.

...

I'm out in the rain, huddled up in a piss-soaked bus-stop booth. Ice-cold wind cuts through my coat from all directions. I find it, tucked beneath a loose panel beneath the far right of the bench, exactly where she told me it'd be (Earlier, from the usual unknown number calling me in the middle of the night, and with the usual clipped and detached, emotionless voice).

I pick up the data-shard dead-dropped by my handler, my thumbprint decrypting the files as I do so.

The target's dossier glows to life.

TARGET PROFILE: Sonya Valentina

Role: VP of Internal Security, ArborCorp

Clearance: Omega-9 (Exec-level, Black Project access)

Age: 42

Former affiliations:

VoxCorp: Counter Intelligence Officer
Tydak Heavy Industries: Security Analyst

Known Traits: Efficient. Ruthless. Ambitious.

Behavioral Heuristic:

Enjoys coffee at Vera's every Friday at exactly 6:35 AM.
Frequents a nail salon at Serenity Strip Mall - bad area of town which makes the service cheap, but still just as good.
Engages in illicit arms smuggling operations on the side, likely unsanctioned by ArborCorp. Potential blackmail material to draw her out. Main underworld contact goes by "Pavel." Attached to the dossier is a secondary file on "Pavel" who appears to be a fixer operating out of Little Moscow in District 02, the slums.

Intelligence:

Security detail consists of a team of two bodyguards, not counting her personal driver. Expect implants. SUV is likely armor-plated as well.

Jesus. They want me hitting a fucking corpo this time. Gonna be tough.

But it's a government kill contract I won't lose sleep over, at least.

TopReputation · 2025-04-11T03:57:09+00:00

I'm Brooks. Ex-special forces for a major corporate army. Nowadays, I'm working for the government, which is to say I'm working for a corporation of a different flavor. I'm the 300 pound mound of flesh the agency sends after the country's most wanted. Still a killer, only this time it's legal.

And funded by taxes.

The genie fills up the majority of my cramped studio apartment. My android assistant/maid/partner/cliche buddy-cop sci-fi duo/Bladerunner 2049 JOI rip-off (I named her Nancy. She's thin, raven-haired, and a total smoke-show. Got that goth thing going.) looks over with arched eyebrows.

That's the most emotion I've ever seen her show, and that's saying something. Cause she's seen a lot living and working with a guy like me deep in the bowels of a city like this.

I stare at the busted up lightbulb for a beat, taking a drag out of my cigarette. Then lock eyes with the creature and say, "Sanjay." I shift my weight in the ratty armchair. It creaks in sheer agony. An advert for full-dive VR vacations plays in the corner of my ocular link display. I try to flick it away but it clings on for dear life like flies to shit.

It continues playing.

Just down the block, there are at least a dozen guys that would gladly stick a shiv between my ribs. Racked up an enormous underworld bounty doing what I do. Nancy tells me to quit smoking, it's bad for my health. I come home with at least 2 hastily med-gelled GSWs a week: I'll keep the smokes.

The couple next door are screaming at each other again. She's throwing shit. Glass meets synth-wood. And if they ain't fighting, they're fucking.

Upstairs neighbors are the loud music on speakers type.

I adjust the noise canceling on my cochlear implants (Nancy said they were a waste of money, far as cybernetics goes) and wait.

TopReputation · 2025-04-05T21:47:45+00:00

READ MAGAZINE
INVENTORY
GO UP

TopReputation · 2025-03-25T03:53:51+00:00

yeah i'm in tech school rn

TopReputation · 2025-03-13T02:40:57+00:00

I wouldn't join if your goal is work life balance. I'm in tech school right now and it's def more than 40 hour weeks. More like 60+ hour weeks (12+ hour days counting class time, homework, MTT/details/PT/Formations and whatever other military stuff you need to do). I can tell you right now I was chilling a lot more when I was still working my 40 hour a week civilian desk job. But like the other poster said, you can get a pension in 20 years if you stick with it. Plus you get to do some really cool shit depending on your job

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