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“To start with, how’d my father end up working with you and Dakota?” You start off with the basics, trying to establish some sort of chronology and motioning about the garage generally with one hand, “I’m trying to piece together everything that led up to… this.”
“How I met Taro? Ran into him at the Afterlife, he was working with a different crew then, a couple of other netrunners - didn’t get to know them. We had a few drinks, swapped stories. Happens all the time. Not an edgerunner, but I get around in those circles for the clan. That was back before the unification war, so… eight years ago, at least. Might be closer to ten. Memory’s a little fuzzy.”
“The Afterlife? You said you were there this morning.”
“Best merc bar in Night City, lots of work goes through there.” He nods, ”I met Taro there on my own, but it was Rogue that got us on our first job. Basic work, had to get some burned execs out of Night City before their corpo friends sank their daggers in. Clan handled the pickup, I went as an extra gun, Taro was there with the suits and rode out with us. Kept drones from tailing. He did good work, so I dropped his name in the hat with Dakota and eventually he got pulled, asked to fry some sensors at the border checkpoint down south. Took the job, and the rest was history.”
“Your dad was a netrunner?” Maeve questions, slightly confused.
“...A good one, yeah. Kept his work hidden from my family.” You summarize things quickly for Maeve, leaving out the fact that dad was NCPD. Maeve considers the information in silence, her faint perplexed look lingering on. You turn your attention back to Cannon and his story, “So this Rogue is another fixer then, like Dakota.”
“Right on the eddies, does bigger biz, global work.Dakota’s got the clan to look out for, keeps her eyes mostly on the badlands - she’s a static but still a true sister. Rogue has <span class="mu-i">Rogue.</span> I’ll leave it at that.”
“She nearly got my mom killed once, sent a solo after her pack. Haha, mom was so pissed she got shot… Ah, good times.” Maeve adds with an amount of cheer that would’ve been <span class="mu-i">extremely</span> concerning if you hadn’t heard about her history earlier. It might actually be the happiest you’ve ever heard her, other than maybe when you handed the machinegun off earlier, “...Never met her though, just heard she’s a real ice queen. Tried to go into the Afterlife a few days ago and-”
“Got bounced at the door?” Cannon interrupts with a gravely chuckle, Maeve flashing back an annoyed look but not denying the accusation, “You ran all over looking for a buyer, and picked a pack of <span class="mu-i">borgheads</span>.”
“...Maelstrom offered a lot of scratch.” Maeve replies indignantly, “And I handled it.”
“Mm. Their chooms aren’t gonna like it. Problem for another day - this ain’t about you though. Kai, what else’ve you got?”
