Not Quite Back to the Future

Alex Kimura is the son of a skilled and decorated soldier in Arasaka Security Enforcement, the formidable military arm of the powerful megacorporation, Arasaka. Growing up in a family deeply rooted in the corporate world and military culture, Alex was exposed to the discipline and structure of the corporate elite from an early age.

As a child, Alex admired his father's dedication and bravery as a security officer, and he was proud of the contributions his family made to the Arasaka Empire. He was groomed to follow in his father's footsteps, with training from a young age. Now that he is in his late teens he is starting to see his first combat cybernetic implants. It is highly expected of him to become a formidable soldier like his father.,protecting Arasaka's interests with cruelty and efficiency.

He was as close to the word friend one could get with Katsuo Tanaka, the group ran together and often committed petty crime's together terrorizing the filth of the night city slums, the day they became "friends" was the day he saved Katsuo's life.

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One fateful night, Alex Kimura and Katsuo Tanaka decided to explore the darker corners of Night City's underbelly together. the rest of the crew did not wish to leave the business district of town however, Tanaka was always seeking excitement and adventure in the cyberpunk metropolis.

Of course, exploring Watson the home of Maelstrom wasn't the best of ideas. Their car's engine hummed softly as they approached a busy intersection, but to their surprise, the traffic came to a standstill. Suddenly the car in front of them was sent flying over the top of them just barely missing the top of their SUV and slamming into the road behind them.

Dark red glowing eyes stared at the pair.

"Shit shit shit," Katsuo mutters activating his trauma team implant.

With a terrifying roar, the cyberpsycho marched over and tore the car door off their vehicle, exposing them to the beast made of metal. Panic surged yet Alex knew he had to fight to survive.

Drawing upon his extensive martial training, Alex stepped out and faced the cyberpsycho head-on. Its dark red glowing eyes fixated on him in a terrifying intensity, and its frenzied movements were beyond human. Each of the cyberpsycho's attacks felt like a sledgehammer, testing Alex's reflexes and the minor implant's to their limits. He countered with practiced precision, aiming to subdue the cyberpsycho whatever the cost.

Minutes felt like an eternity as the battle raged on. Alex's muscles ached, servos wind, and metal struts bent. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and fatigue gnawed at him. The cyberpsycho was unstoppable, its advanced cybernetic improvements giving it an unnatural advantage. Yet, Alex pressed on, driven by the thought of making it through the encounter alive.

As the struggle reached its peak. Alex had lost the use of his left cybernetic arm, and the psycho was getting ready to finish him off. The sound of approaching sirens pierced the tension-filled air. Relief washed over Alex at the prospect of rescue, but he knew he had to hold on just a little longer. As the thoughts passed through his head, the Cyberpsycho was hit by a high-caliber round cutting it down instantly.