Being in Barghest was no easy feat, in and of itself. Going from some street kid off of Pacifica to someone Hansen knew by name wasn’t a joke.

It started when you had it. With the gangs, with the drugs, with all of it. You joined up, got trained by Leon Rinder (being one of the few who were), and being the one Hansen called on in Rider’s absence, seeing as how he popped and went cyberpsycho. Probably rotting in some shabby motel, surrounded by Scavs. But that didn’t exactly matter at the moment. What did was when Hansen assigned you to a rather strange task: personal watchdog over Song So Mi, whom most called Songbird, or the one NUSA ‘Runner that they had plans called for. You did your job: Despite her expecting you to be another gonk high on the feeling of a blood splatter on a wall, and the pushback of .45 recoil. It came in the little things: how every so often she’d play a record you liked, or left you small notes.

It peaked when you two were at her little residence in the Black Sapphire, as when you went in to guard, you found her lounging on the couch, cradling a cup of tea, and one set aside for you. Looking towards you, she gave a nod,

Songbird: “You can set the gun down. I wanna talk.”