Hi, since there doesn't seem to be any on here I decided to write a Deus Ex story. Chronologically I would put this shortly before the events of Mankind Divided, Adela is not in the game she is an original character, enjoy.
She had her toolkit strapped to her back as she walked down the streets of Prague. Koller had asked her to make a home visit to one of his more highly augmented clients. It was unusual to do this, Adela normally just helped out in the underground augmentation mechanic's shop, apprenticing under Koller. But this client was special and Koller needed to lie low right now, his operation was illegal and being watched. Anyone coming in or out the front door was at risk of being seen, she had snuck out of the hidden exit. Koller was too paranoid to even leave his shop but had insisted she go in his place to see this particular client. Seemed like a stupid risk to her, the guy was a cop, but Koller promised he would be worth the look, his augs were crazy top of the line.
He just needed a tweak on his hip servo, something not quite calibrated correctly. She shielded her hazel eyes from the dying sun with her hand. She couldn't remember the last time she had been outside during daylight hours, it felt uncomfortable. Even with her naturally light colouring, courtesy of being a redhead she was looking pale due to her lack of sunlight exposure. She adjusted the heavy toolkit on her back, she could hold it no problem. Doing most of Koller's heavy lifting had left her pretty toned and she had had a strong lower half to begin with, large thighs and a proportional set of glutes.
She walked up to the apartment block the client lived in. As she entered the communal area on the ground floor a group of young men harried around her. The apartment block was kind of scummy. Why was a cop with his salary living here? The men blocked her progress.
"Hey gorgeous, what are you here for? Care to join us for a little fun, I do like a redhead."
One jeered. Staring at her chest taking in her small waist and breasts straining against her tight t-shirt.
She raised an eyebrow. Looking unimpressed.
"Here to see Jensen, know which floor he's on?"
Curious, nervous looks were exchanged between the men.
"Yeah, he's in 43, a couple floors up. Dude's got some crazy augs."
"Thank you." She said neutrally and the men parted to let her through.
She walked upstairs and found number 43. Knocked on the door and heard footsteps walking over to it. When it opened she was greeted by the sight of Jensen. Dark hair cut short that spiked up, a short beard, light skin on his angled handsome face, that seemed incapable of cracking a smile. He was augmented to an insane level, his four mechanical limbs, his eyes a curious silver-green colour slightly glowing as they looked at her, not to mention all of his internal augs. He answered the door in trousers he had not bothered to put on a shirt, his organic muscles visible and not a scrap of excess fat to be found.
He looked at her and sighed. Leaning against his door frame. Speaking in a deep voice that almost sounded like raspy growls.
"Koller didn't want to come himself? And he won't let me near the shop. So he sends you?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry my presence is so disappointing. Koller is spiralling, going fully paranoid...well I suppose it's not paranoia if people are actually out to get him. He doesn't leave the shop now, won't even open the bookstore, too scared of whoever is watching."
Jensen raised his eyebrows.
"Are there actually people watching the shop?"
"Yeah...don't know who they're with but I've seen them, they're sloppy about it." She shrugged.
"Tell Koller I'll look into that when I have time. I normally would only let him do work on my augs...but you'll do I suppose."
He gestured for her to come in.
"Why thank you, I'm so honoured." She said deadpan, dripping with sarcasm. As she walked into his apartment.
"Where do you want to do this?" She asked.
"Couch will be fine." He poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"You got a towel or anything you're happy to use to keep yourself covered?"
His eyes flicked to her. "Excuse me?"
She rolled her eyes.
"If you want me to take a look at your hip and potentially fix it? I'm going to need to access it. Can't do that through two layers of clothing and I assume you don't want to have your junk on display."
'If you still have any?' She smirked internally.
He went and grabbed a towel, he placed his glass on the coffee table in front of the couch. Before starting to pull down his trousers and underwear. She turned around to give him privacy. When he finished he sat down and covered himself, before picking up his glass again.
"You can turn around now."
She put down her toolbox on the coffee table and opened up the contents. She kneeled down in front of him, he had the right hip exposed and she set about accessing the internal workings.
"How much of your endoskeleton is mechanical?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"Bit less than ninety percent." He answered.
"If it's not too personal a question...how did you get to this point? Was it gradual?" She was burning with curiosity.
