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>>6325067
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>Stay your weapons and offer her your last vial of immuno-suppressants. [OPTION UNLOCKED]

“Wait!”

The shout tears out of your throat before your brain can catch up. Harper jolts at the sound, eyes flicking briefly towards you. “The hell are you doing?” he hisses.

You raise your hands, open and slow, and the cyberpsycho freezes mid-stride. Her claws flex with a metallic snikt, pupils and joints stuttering in rapid, predatory adjustments. Her tail coils like a whip ready to strike.

“There’s…no need to fight,” you insist, a lie you hope turns true. “You’re hurting. In pain. I know what that feels like.”

She tilts her head. Something feral flickers in her gaze as her lips twist into a snarl.

You reach into your pack.

A low, animal growl rattles from her throat.

“What are you doing?!” Harper hisses. “Lydia, she’s gonna carve you up-!”

But the vial emerges. Pale fluid glinting under dying fluorescent strips, hermetically sealed in an atmospheric container.

Everything stops all at once.

The cyberpsycho’s breath catches. Chattering teeth fall silent. Her pupils dilate, huge and trembling. A memory – recognition? – ripples through her warped expression, and the entirety of her body shudders from something deeper than malfunctioning implants.

She takes a single step forward, claws outstretched-

“Stay back!” shouts Harper, gun level. His voice cracks the air like a warning shot. The laser sight lands right between her twitching cat-ears.

Her head jerks at a wrong angle, neck servos whining and straining. A glitching how tears from her throat – fury and desperation strangled together by a failing vocalizer.

“Heyyyy guys – welcome back to the chann-“
“-don’t forget to like, comment, bLeEeEd-”
“No…no, no…can’t…go offline again-”

“Harper.” Your voice has iron.

He doesn’t look away. “Lydia-”

“Lower the gun.”

For a moment, he’s frozen. Then, jaw tight, he eases the barrel a few inches down. Still ready, but not aimed to kill.

The cyberpsycho falls on all fours. Her claws scrape along the floor. A sob glitches into a laugh.

“-chrome would keep me trending-”
“medicine would keep me ME”
“keep me…”

Her breathing quickens – a cornered animal in overclocked chrome.

Slowly, deliberately, you crouch and place the vial between you and the girl. You pull away just as deliberately, hands raised in a herculean effort to keep them off your weapons.

“I don’t know if the vault has what you need,” you say. “Or if anything inside is safe to take.”

A cybernetic eye aimed at the vial. An organic one gazing at you.

“But this is real. Not junk from a ripperdoc’s sink laced with narcotics. Top-shelf, medical grade immuno-suppressants. It can help you.”

Her claws shake. Her body trembles.

>>Roll 3d8 Charm (3 in Presence, d8 for no ranks in Charm)
>Best out of three.